Gammon Rama Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Ever since evening set in, Malam Hasan’s heart had been shattered into four pieces, much like the cardinal points of East, West, South, and North, due to the shock and intense distress that had suddenly plagued his life and that of his family. He walked along with his spirit completely broken, looking like a chicken targeted with a knife, finally making his way down his street with his two hands slapping against his thighs in despair. A storm was gathering over the town, and a gentle rainy-season breeze, which usually brought comfort, was blowing and brushing against his skin. However, for Malam Hasan, it was quite the opposite; the collar of his shirt down to his chest, as well as his underarms, were completely drenched in sweat. He walked up and touched the wooden latch bracing the door of his house, but then he froze, staring blankly at the fragile mud wall of the house as though he were trying to analyze the exact color of the earth and clay used to build the fence.
"O Allah, provide a way out for me. O Allah, You know my predicament better than I do; please grant me provisions so that I am not humiliated—not for my sake, nor because of my deeds."
He uttered these words in a very weak voice, slowly lifting his feet clad in worn-out shoes that had completely rubbed thin against the ground. He entered the house with a greeting (sallama) on his lips and spotted Rakiya sitting down, feeding Fatihu. It was only when he drew closer to the bowl that he noticed she had prepared a dish of dried, leftover burnt rice crust (kwaɗon ƙanzo) for him, which was completely plain. There was no trace of groundnut cake powder (ƙuli-ƙuli), seasoning cubes, or oil. Rakiya had only sprinkled salt over it so he could find some taste in his mouth.
"Welcome back, master of the house. May Allah grant that things went well," Rakiya said, filled with anxiety.
Malam Hasan let out a deep sigh, bowing his head toward the ground as he replied:
"Rakiya, we can only thank Allah for this situation. But not a single penny that you know of did I manage to borrow. Everyone I asked had one excuse or another to give me, and in the end, I realized they simply did not want to lend me the money."
"Innalillahi wa inna ilaihir raji'un (Surely, to Allah we belong and to Him we shall return). O Allah, bring us relief," Rakiya uttered dejectedly.
Malam Hasan sat down and said, "Ameen, O Lord."
"Now, Malam, what are we going to do? You know very well that Alhaji Bashari never breaks his word, nor does he show any leniency. I swear by Allah, since he said we must leave his house today, there is no doubt he will come here and humiliate us."