Juhainah Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

A beautiful young woman around 24 years old stood inside an exquisitely furnished bedroom. One look at the room was enough to tell you that pampered children lived there, given the two beautifully and expensively styled children's beds aligned side-by-side.
The entire room was decorated with great care; on each bed sat large, incredibly beautiful teddy bears lined up, along with two massive teddy bears lying on the mattress, a sign that the children hugged them while sleeping.
Two beautiful, fair-skinned children—a girl and a boy—stood there. One glance at them would tell you they had Arab lineage.
The girl stood trying to get herself ready, while Khairat dressed the boy, who was the younger of the two; he kept chattering away while she playfully went along with him.
The boy was about 6 years old. He looked just like an Arab child, possessing a beautiful blend of two heritages—Fulani and Arab.
The girl was reserved, the spitting image of her father; there was nothing about her father she hadn't inherited, as her face was the exact replica of his.
She quietly and calmly dressed in her high-quality school uniform, doing everything in such a graceful way that it would captivate you. At first glance, you would never think the girl understood Hausa, because she had inherited the Arab skin tone of her mother, while taking after her father's features.
Pampered and living in absolute luxury, she looked so delicate that a mere touch might draw blood. She was 10 years old.
As soon as Khairat finished dressing Muhammad Al'amin, she kissed his forehead, stroked his soft hair, picked up his stylish school bag, and slung it over his shoulders. She then turned her attention to Suhaima, who had finished dressing except for her hair, which she needed styled, as she did not like their nanny doing it.
Khairat gently took her soft hand, led her to the dressing mirror, pulled out a stool, and sat her down. She began styling her long hair, parting it into two sections, securing them with ribbons, and spraying her with a soft, expensive fragrance.
She then put on the girl's small school hijab and kissed her forehead.
Suhaima looked at Khairat and said in her sweet voice:
"Thank you, Aunt Khairat. I love you."
Khairat hugged them both, smiling as she said:
"You know, I am not your Aunty; I am Mom—the younger sister of Brother Sadiq, born of the same mother and father."
Suhaima replied:
"I swear, I'm just used to saying 'Aunt' to you and Aunt Juhainah."