Daga Ruga Nake Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

It was a settlement just like any traditional Fulani camp; the camp was dead silent, and you could hear nothing except the lowing of cattle, the chirping of birds, and the sounds of small animals due to the night.
Like any typical Fulani settlement, it was a cluster of thatched huts surrounded by the bush, though they were not clustered closely together; each one was set slightly apart from the next. There wasn't a single house built of modern blocks or completely fenced in; they were out in the open, except for a few whose perimeters were halfway enclosed with cornstalks.
Slowly, she stepped out of her hut, which served as her personal space. Moving stealthily, she began taking quiet steps, her slippers tucked under her armpit like a thief, walking in total silence. "Hey, who is that over there?" she suddenly heard someone call out, as a flashlight beam flashed directly on her. She didn't answer, nor did she look back; she stood frozen like a wooden statue. "I said who is over there? Or are you not going to speak?" She remained quiet without uttering a word. Realizing the speaker was closing in on her, she slowly turned around just as the person got right up to her.
"Hmmm, I knew it in my bones that it was you. So you are completely stubborn, aren't you? Even after I forbade you, you still insist on going?" the middle-aged woman said in her heavily accented Hausa, which immediately gave her away as a Fulani speaker. "I am speaking to you and you keep quiet!"
She blinked rapidly, looking completely trapped like a caught thief. "Wallahi, Nene, I wasn't..."
"Shut your mouth! To hell with your swearing. If you weren't heading there, why did you dress up and even put on new clothes, huh? Are you going to go back inside and lie down, or do I have to ruin your night?"
She twisted her face into a pitiful pout.
"But Nene..."
"By God, if I hear your voice again right here, I will beat you black and blue, you shameless child."
Tears began to stream down her face. She put on her slippers and started walking away. But the moment she bypassed the woman slightly, she caught her breath and bolted past her at full speed. She could hear Nene shouting her name behind her, but acting as though she wasn't the one being called, she ran as fast as she could without looking back.
She ran hard until she was certain she was a safe distance from home before stopping, panting heavily. Tilting her head up, she spotted the glow of lights burning in the distance; from where she stood, she could even hear the rowdy chatter of the crowd. She smiled. "Oh Nene, you'll just have to be patient, but there is no way this celebration is happening without me. I can't let Hansai and the others look down on me, no way." She used the edge of her veil to lightly wipe her face. It was only then, under the bright, clear light of the full moon, that one could get a proper look at her. She was a young girl, at most 11 years old, very fair-skinned, with a long face, a high-bridged nose, and a small mouth. Her beautifully defined eyebrows were striking, her eyelashes were long, and fine baby hairs lay across her forehead, indicating a thick head of hair. Her eyes weren't overly large, but they were perfectly proportional. She wasn't chubby at all—in fact, she was as slender as a reed. She was dressed in traditional handwoven white Fulani attire, which suited her exceptionally well.