Gudun Aure Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel

My name is Amina Malam Salisu, popularly known as (Mai wankin hula). I am a professional tailor as well as a government schoolteacher. I teach children the Hausa language at a primary school in Gwale Local Government. I am currently a widow with two children, both of whom are boys. The eldest is named Kamalu, followed by his brother Yusuf, whom we call Yusi. Their father passed away four years ago, back when Yusi was just seven years old. The age gap between him and his brother Kamalu is only one year. Their late father (may Allah have mercy on his soul) and I estimated that I conceived Yusuf right around forty days after giving birth to Kamalu. The age difference between them is indeed very small. Now, Kamalu is twelve years old, while Yusi is eleven.
Ever since the death of Yaya Aminu, my children’s father, I moved back to my family home to live, because the house we were living in back then was rented, owing to financial struggles and a lack of a stable occupation on his part. By God's grace, we were fortunate that the room my sisters and I stayed in during our youth was still available, though it was being used by the women of the house to store clutter. It was there that I squeezed in with my few belongings, and I have been managing my life there as we await whatever destiny Allah unfolds.
During the thirteen years of my marriage to Yaya Aminu, I was practically the financial pillar of the household because Allah blessed me with employment; I also tailored women's clothes, did minor alterations, and took on piecework making handbags, purses, and caps made from hijab fabric scraps. Allah truly blessed my efforts. Every month I would collect my salary, and my tailoring business also helped us significantly, keeping us afloat until the next payday without suffering.
I never once regretted or felt any resentment in my heart whenever Yaya Aminu asked me for something; as long as I had it, I would give it to him without any argument or hesitation. My greatest desire was for our dignity to be preserved entirely. In fact, right from the time we married, I made a promise that if Allah sustained me, Yaya Aminu would be my top priority over everything else, because of the profound kindness and loyalty he showed me in my life.
Even though my salary is not very large since I teach at a primary school, as soon as payday arrives, I set aside his transportation money. After he was laid off from the company where he worked due to the flare-up of his illness, he moved to the market to do odd jobs. That was the reason why, upon receiving my salary, I would set aside what would cover his daily commuting for the month because of his condition, since he did not own a vehicle and there was a great distance between our neighborhood and the market where he conducted his business.
His mother, Gwaggwo, and I never knew he had an illness until the day he was brought home completely incapacitated from his workplace. It was only then that the doctor confirmed to us that he had severe asthma, along with pneumonia, both of which flared up due to his frequent exposure to water and inhaling the chilly early morning air. He used to leave for work immediately after finishing the dawn prayers and would walk on foot because the company wasn't very far from us. Besides that, he had an issue with one of his legs; he walked with a limp because his heel could not touch the ground. The doctor confirmed to us that the cold air he inhaled and the strenuous walking combined to trigger his illness.
It was only then that Gwaggo remembered that when he was a child, he had suffered from a similar condition, and it was managed with great difficulty. From that moment on, he and I became extremely cautious. Even if he went out and forgot his inhaler, he would return to pick it up. I would also remind him before he left, and he would put it in his pocket and go.