Haihuwa-Da-Hanji-Complete Hausa Novel

Heavy rain was pouring down as if from the mouth of a calabash. Almost all of humanity were lying comfortably on soft mattresses wrapped in blankets, sleeping as though the night had become a servant's resting place. But she was crouched in the kitchen, which was leaking because of the poor condition of the roof covering it.
She was blowing on the fire, and even though her back was getting soaked and her teeth were chattering from the cold entering her body, she did not mind. Instead, she only focused more on the firewood that had not properly caught. She kept at it until the fire burned the way it should. There was a big pot, the kind a person could almost fold themselves into and fit inside, and she lifted it neatly despite her lack of flesh and fullness. Struggling, she dragged it and with difficulty placed it on the stove. Then she went to a bucket and began fetching measured amounts of water into it. When she was sure it was the quantity she normally used, she covered it and came out. Then she poured out the raw fish they kept in ice inside a large basin and started washing them, because they had already been cut the previous evening at the market. After washing them thoroughly, she took another pot and put them in it. It was only then that the calls to prayer began from far away.
I was amazed that there was not even fear on her face. She carried out all those tasks in the cold water, then set up another stove and placed the fish soup on it to cook. After making sure everything was the way she wanted, she began gathering the household plates, because she knew that if she waited until daylight, she would be in serious trouble. She washed and washed in a hurry while the water that kept splashing all over continued to soak her. By the time she was done, there was nowhere on her body that was not shivering. Quickly, she washed the rice and poured it into the first pot. Then she went to perform ablution, and even at that time not a single person in the house had come out, even though some mosques had already finished the prayer.
She bent down and entered the corner room that was hers in the house. She took off the clothes she was wearing and with difficulty pulled out a faded long gown, wore it, drew her hijab over herself, and then stood to pray. To my surprise, she performed her prayer properly just as the religion prescribed. She did not spend much time reciting remembrance before she came out again for fear of being spoken to, but she did not escape it, because in the kitchen she met Inna Larai. She quickly bent down low.
"Good morning, Inna."
Inna Larai looked at her, twisted her mouth, and opened the pots. Seeing that the soup was done, she turned back to her and said,
"What on earth did you go into the room to do until this soup nearly got burnt and you did not prepare to dish it out? Are you trying to cause me loss?"
"No, Inna, I only went to pray."
She sucked her teeth and pointed at the cooler they used to portion out the soup for sale. She quickly went and brought it. Inna Larai dished it out completely, then placed the household portion on the stove. She herself went to bring the cooler for the rice, came back, pulled a nylon of sugar and opened it into the cooler, then started dishing out the rice. The steam was burning her the way it always did. By the time she finished, despite the cold rain soaking everything, she was drenched in sweat. She continued arranging the bowls for the food she would sell inside a paint bucket until she finished, along with plastic plates, water, and the little piece of sponge she used to wash the plates whenever she sold food and customers returned them.
"Go and knock for Iro and the others so they can come and carry it for you and take it right now."
She answered with a quiet, "Okay," and headed to the boys' room and began knocking. She spent more than twenty minutes knocking and calling their names before two young men of average build finally came out. One of them stretched out his hand and shoved her so hard that she fell to the ground.
"Have we not warned you against this useless knocking? Bastard. Every day you do not have any work except disturbing people at every early morning..."
"Dahiru, your younger sister... You people should come and carry this food out for me, or do you want to make me suffer loss?"
She did not care whether they had prayed or not. Her only concern was that they should carry her goods for her business.