SO DA ZUCIYA Complete Hausa Novel Document by SO DA ZUCIYA

"God is the ultimate king, may God continue to provide."

Just then, their father, Malam Ardo Borkindo, entered the house with a stern expression, carrying his prayer beads.

"Atuwa, Dada, come out!" He called out to them while adjusting his seat on an old, worn-out chair that had seen better days.

Mama Atuwa stepped out of her room, adjusting her earrings and fixing her disheveled hair. She stood hesitantly, dressed in a mismatched wrapper and blouse, shifting uncomfortably.

Meanwhile, Dada and Zaraah came out into the courtyard.

"Father, welcome back."

Zara bowed deeply, greeting her father with a respectful gesture. He responded with a stiff nod before she quickly retreated back into the room - still unaccustomed to her father's harsh demeanor.

"Welcome..." Dada greeted him more casually before sitting to the side.

"Today, I want the dining area cleaned thoroughly. Jibi's bride will be visiting soon."

Instantly, both Dada and Mama Atuwa shot him sharp glances, utterly shocked by his words. It was the same moment the young Quranic student (almajiri) returned, dragging his worn-out sandals across the cracked floor of the sitting area.

"Wahidi...! Charity...! I am just an almajiri, a servant of God and the Prophet. Hunger has left me senseless... I haven't even had soup... No, not even broth... Wahidi... mercy...!"

"You wretched boy, have you lost your mind? Do you want me to fling you out of here right now?" Mama Atuwa snapped, raising her hand as if to strike him.