Ciranin Amana Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The landlord suddenly jumped to his feet and shouted:
“If that wretched woman insults me again, I swear I’ll deal with her! I have every right to speak however I want inside my own house. No fat useless woman can silence me here!”
One of his wives fired back immediately:
“You shameless bastard! Of course you’d say that, hypocrite! May Allah judge you. You scattered our children and ruined their lives!”
Another woman added angrily:
“Useless fool! Shameless idiot!”
An elderly woman also stepped out and snapped:
“He’s not a fool, that’s my son! Stop calling him names, you cursed people born for nothing but trouble!”
Another wife jumped up and pointed at the landlord.
“Look at this old disgraceful traitor! Worthless man!”
At that moment, Amana came out of the room, stretching lazily while looking at everyone with annoyance.
“You people are too much. Honestly, all of you have problems. Please shut up before disgrace happens here today. Don’t you people understand?”
The landlord laughed and replied:
“That’s my daughter Amana! Go ahead and deal with them.”
Amana hissed and answered:
“Baba, even you have your own problems too. You keep bringing trouble upon us because of the nonsense you do outside.”
Her father glared at her angrily.
“You shameless girl! Look at yourself dressing and behaving like a man. Who will ever marry you like this? That’s why you don’t even have a boyfriend. Your younger sisters are already married while you roam the streets behaving wildly.”
Filled with irritation, Amana placed one hand inside her pocket and replied calmly:
“Baba, it’s not that I’m afraid to answer you back. You all know I fear nobody here. I only keep quiet out of respect. But the truth must be said — you are too much, honestly. What you’re doing is wrong. That’s why all of us turned out this way. I have to tell you the truth. If not for us, then fear Allah at least.”
Her father barked:
“Shut your mouth, idiot! Are you talking to your father like this?”
Amana sighed.
“Allah give you patience, Baba. I know right now you could even curse me.”
Her father replied:
“At least you’re wiser than the rest of your siblings. You respect your parents and pray on time.”
Amana laughed softly.
“May Allah preserve you for us, Baba… but honestly, may Allah guide you too.”
“Be careful, Amana,” her father warned.
“Sorry Baba,” she replied casually.
Then she asked:
“Baba, won’t you buy us roasted meat today?”
He threw her another harsh glare.
“Who exactly will buy meat for you? What use are you to me in this house? You don’t even have a boyfriend I could benefit from financially. Get out of my sight, foolish girl!”
Amana simply bounced away proudly while muttering under her breath.
“Empty noise and useless talking… this house is like a nest of worms.”
The Maghrib call to prayer began echoing through the area.
Amana was the very first person in the house to perform ablution and pray.
Meanwhile, her mother sat roasting coconuts she intended to sell the next morning, showing no intention whatsoever of standing up to pray.
Amana looked at her quietly before saying:
“Umma, they’ve already called for prayer. Honestly, that’s the one thing I can’t ignore. People are praying and you’re still sitting here without any intention to stand up.”
The woman known as Umma frowned deeply.
“You troublesome girl, listen carefully. I’m not your child that you’ll lecture me however you like. Do you think I’m your mate? Now you’re preaching to me as if I’m one of your little friends? Tomorrow morning you’ll still wake up expecting me to prepare pap for you. You’ve burdened yourself for nothing. Nobody loves you. Even selling in the market you refused because you claim you want to go to school and become somebody. As if this world is easy!”
Amana replied calmly:
“Umma, all I said was pray, and you turned it into insults. Do you even understand what life truly means? In this house all you people know is insulting and cursing. You’ve chased blessings away from this family. How are we supposed to get husbands? And about school — since primary school who has ever sponsored me? I carry firewood around this village just to survive, and now I’m already in SS2. Instead of appreciating me, all you want is for me to destroy myself out there and start bringing money home. Honestly Umma, sometimes I wish you’d just tell me you’re not my real mother so I’ll know where I truly stand.”
Her mother snapped angrily:
“Get out of my sight, useless child!”
Deep sadness filled Amana’s heart.
Her parents had truly failed them.
As she stormed out of the house, she muttered bitterly to herself:
“Nobody feeds me. Nobody clothes me. There’s not even soap to bathe with in this house, yet they keep insulting us every single day. I swear I won’t keep enduring this forever.”