Deen And Queen Part 1 Compplete Hausa Novel

"Why did you dress up so nicely? I went to your house and didn't see you." "Oh, I swear, my mother sent me to buy detergent, and I'm even in a hurry; she told me not to stay long." "Well, hurry then. As for me, once I drop this off, I'm done. See you at the market, right?" They bade each other farewell and went their separate ways.
She headed straight home and entered with a greeting, setting down the water clay pot. "Whew, I swear, Umma, I'm exhausted!"
"Hey, stop this foolishness! Is it just from fetching this water that you're saying you're tired? Is the stream that far for you to claim you're exhausted? Hurry up and take a bath; you can see people will soon be coming out of the mosque. Then head to the market to do our shopping."
She replied with an "Okay," went into the room, stripped off her clothes, came out wrapped in a towel above her chest, and entered the bathroom to bathe. She came out and started applying lotion and powder. I moved to the side, watching God's wonders as her face was packed with eyeliner and decorative dots. Oh, I almost burst into laughter, but I held it in, watching Samira meticulously applying lipstick. When she finished, she moved on to putting on her clothes—a decent Ankara fabric, at least in Samira's eyes, and she believed she was going to look very stylish today.
Sameera is a young girl of about twelve years old. She is fair-complexioned—not overly pale, but a warm chocolate tone. God blessed her with beauty: she has a small mouth with thin lips and bright white, small, beautifully aligned teeth. She has captivating eyes, the sleepy, attractive kind. She isn't heavy-set, nor could you place her in the skinny category; Masha Allah, she is the type everyone would admire. On top of that, she is sharp-brained, which is why she is called "The Gifted Child." Anything she is told, she never forgets. She is sensible, exceptionally patient, free from troublesome behavior, and very intelligent.
Unfortunately, there is only one thing Sameera lacks: her parents are poor. Yet, Sameera loves Western education intensely. Whenever she sees someone from the city, she says, "Please teach me some English." God made Sameera a determined girl—whatever she sets her mind to, she holds onto tightly, and once something is explained to her just once, it sticks in her head.