Baya Da Kura Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

It was a modest, beautiful house located in the Tudun Maliki neighborhood, right in the heart of Kano city. Looking at it directly, you wouldn't say those living inside were severely impoverished, nor would you say they were extremely wealthy. They fell comfortably among those who are well-off enough to easily afford their daily needs. The house featured a large, long courtyard dominated by a mango tree that shaded the entire space, completely blocking out the sunlight—allowing only a gentle breeze to blow, causing dry leaves to fall onto the tiled ground below. The compound was swept spotlessly clean; apart from the falling leaves, there wasn't even a stray stick on the ground, as everything was neatly in its place.
There were two women who bore an uncanny resemblance to each other. Looking at them, you could easily tell they were mother and daughter based on their age difference. The young woman, who couldn't be more than twenty-four or twenty-five years old, was remarkably fair-skinned—a creamy complexion so bright it would instantly capture anyone's attention. She had beautiful eyes, full eyebrows, and a delicate, attractive small mouth. At first glance, you would describe her as gorgeous because she truly deserved the title, especially with her striking radiance. They were seated on a mat under the shade of the tree, sharing a bowl of kwaɗon zogale (moringa salad). The way they ate and chatted together, you would mistake them for sisters because of how close they were.
"Mama!" the young girl said, looking at her. The one addressed as Mama swallowed the food in her mouth and replied, "Yes?"
She said, "Your medication has run out. We should go back to the hospital to see the doctor so no complications arise."
Mama let out a sigh and said, "Manal, mine ran out because you keep pressuring me to take it, but you don't take yours. Your focus is always on me, never on yourself. We both have this condition, yet you never mention yourself—only me."
Manal went quiet and lowered her head with a smile.
Mama continued, "Manal, even if I cannot see with my eyes, my heart reveals everything that happens to me. I know you don't take your medicine; you always buy mine and leave yourself to live with the pain. Even after seeing the toll this illness has taken on me, aren't you afraid of it doing the same to you?"