Darasi Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

"Listen, Indo, who do you think you are that I can't speak to you and have you listen? Every single day you force this girl to go hawking. Why do you always try to break every rule I set in this house?"
"Malam, you have absolutely no right to stop me from making this girl go hawking, since you aren't the one sponsoring her upkeep. If you want me to stop sending her out, then start taking care of all her needs, including feeding all of us!" With that, she turned and walked away, grumbling loudly.
Malam fell silent, wiping away a tear that escaped his eyes.
Fahima, who was out hawking, also wiped the tears that filled the corners of her eyes before entering the house. She walked up to her father and said, "Baba, please have patience. Stop arguing with Amma, because it will only keep upsetting you, and I don't want anything that will make you unhappy. Please, be patient."
He stroked the beautiful girl's head and said, "Fahima, may Allah bless you, okay? And may Allah bless you with children who will be obedient to you as well."
Filled with pity for my father, I said, "Amen, Baba."
As I walked away, I kept looking back at my father, who still hadn't moved from the spot where I left him. The resentment toward my mother doubled in my heart, and with these thoughts, I finally walked into the house.
"Hey, you!"
I quickly looked at Amma, who is my mother, and she said, "Just because you made a loss and wasted my money, you won't even greet me when you come in? You just barge into the house, almost knocking over my cooking pot, trying to cause medical expenses I'm not prepared for!"
I looked at my mother, watching her as if she were a television screen since I walked into the house. In other words, she didn't care at all whether I got burned; all she cared about was her money. That's Amma for you—nothing else mattered to her, she only cared about putting her money first.
With a heavy heart, I walked into our small, dilapidated room. Just by looking at the structure of the house, you could tell it was a very old building. Closing my eyes, I looked up at the ceiling of the room, thinking about the life my parents were living. Amma, my mother, had absolutely no respect for my father; she was always arguing and throwing bitter words at him simply because he didn't have money. While I was lost in these thoughts, my younger siblings walked into the room where I was: Khalil, Nusaiba, and Haruna. I have only three younger siblings because, even before Haruna was born, Amma had declared she was done having children with our father. She claimed she was tired of giving birth without a naming-ceremony ram being slaughtered for her. So, even though Haruna is now five years old, Amma has stopped having children. Amma wasn't even ashamed to force Haruna into hawking too; all my younger siblings go hawking. As soon as morning comes, everyone sets out for their respective hawking routes.
I heard Nusaiba's voice saying, "Anty Fahima, that man you told me to stay away from? He called me today and told me to come over so he could give me sweets, but I ran away."
I stared at the little girl as tears of pity began streaming down my face. "Anty, are you crying? Please stop crying, because if you cry, I will cry too."
"I'm not crying, my little sister. Make sure you tell Amma about this, okay? Because we don't know what his intentions are."
"Swear to God, Anty, Amma won't listen. She will beat me. Didn't I tell her the other day? She just said I was lying and warned me never to tell anyone else, otherwise, she would flog me."
"Amma was the one who told you that?!"
"Yes, swear to God, Anty, that's what she said. She said I shouldn't even tell you or Baba, and if I do, she will burn me to death."
I hugged the little girl, sobbing in pity for Nusaiba. A child who wasn't even more than eight years old, yet some perverted man was already targeting her life. Truly, something had to be done, because she knew Amma's nature—just for the sake of the daily sales Nusaiba brought home, Amma could easily look the other way until the girl's life was ruined for nothing.
At night, while we were sitting down eating our dinner (tuwo) and Amma had gone to her friend's house for a newborn celebration, I looked at my father, who was eating his tuwo happily, and said, "Baba, I want us to talk."
"I'm listening, Fahima."
"Baba, it's actually about Nusaiba. Every time she goes out hawking, some man calls her into his shop, saying he wants to give her sweets. When she told me before, I told her to always run away, and today again, the man blocked her path," I said, sobbing as I spoke, because in my life, I love my siblings dearly, especially Nusaiba.
Baba remained silent and didn't say a word to me. He drank the water I had poured for him, washed his hands, put on his shoes, and walked out.