kanin Ajali Part 1 Complete Hausa

A Stormy Morning in the Village
The town woke up under a heavy storm because we were in the middle of the rainy season that year. You could say the day had hardly dawned yet.
Despite the gloomy, rainy weather, it didn’t stop the townspeople from moving about in search of their daily livelihood.
Hadiza was a small girl, but she was sharp and thoughtful for her age. She stood waiting for her mother, who had traveled to the city with relatives to visit a family member. Not long after they left, one of their uncles’ wives came from Lagos and brought gifts for the family, including a dress for Hadiza and her siblings.
That was why Hadiza had come out in such weather, resting her chin on her hand as she stared down the road, hoping to spot the vehicle that would bring her mother back to town.
A relative hurried past and, seeing her alone in the cold, asked why she was there.
“I’m waiting for my mother,” she replied. “She went to the city yesterday. Our uncle’s wife brought me a dress from the city, but Mama hasn’t come back yet. If she doesn’t return, how will I wear it when everyone else has already worn theirs?”
The man grew annoyed and scolded her.
“Go back home at once! Wherever she went, she’ll return. And since the dress was given to you, no one will take it back.”
Quietly, she turned and walked home, careful because she knew he wasn’t someone who joked with children. Everyone in the family knew his strict nature.
Waiting for Her Mother
She slipped into the house, hoping her grandmother wouldn’t see her since no one knew she had gone out. But she ran straight into her grandmother, who was just about to go look for her.
Her grandmother, holding a calabash and adjusting her headscarf, said,
“Kubura, where have you been in this cold? I’ve been looking for you. Your mother hasn’t returned yet, and I don’t like this kind of journey. People go, do what they need to do, and come back home—they don’t burden others with worry.”
Hadiza replied,
“Umma, I went out to wait for her. Our uncle’s wife brought me a dress, but Mama hasn’t returned to see it. What should I do now?”
Her grandmother stared at her in disbelief.
“My goodness, Kubura! Since it was given to you, no one will take it away. Whenever Allah wills, your mother will return and see it.”
“But everyone else has worn theirs,” she said softly. “Mama hasn’t come back for me to wear mine.”
“You’re too impatient and childish,” her grandmother scolded. “Go inside and eat before your food gets cold. In sha Allah, they’re on their way.”
She went into her room. Not long after, she heard a car stop outside. She jumped up and peeked through the window, careful not to let her grandmother see her. As she reached the door, she heard her grandmother calling, “Hey! Hey! Kubura!”
But she had already run outside to see if her mother had returned. She didn’t care about the scolding waiting for her—she only wanted to see her mother and show her the new dress she had received as a gift.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t them. The storm clouds were gathering again, lightning flashing across the town. Instead of going back inside, she sat somewhere nearby, waiting, because her grandmother had said they were close to arriving.
Not long after, a car finally stopped carrying her family. She jumped up and ran to it, peering inside. She saw her mother stepping out and began shouting with joy,
“Mama! Mama! Uncle’s wife from the city brought me a dress and—”
Her mother cut her off sharply.
“When will you grow up? Is this childishness necessary? Can’t you even greet people properly before chattering like this?”
Hadiza fell silent and stepped back, pouting. Her mother handed her some luggage.
“Come and carry these inside instead of all your useless talk.”
She carried the items home, already dreading her grandmother’s reaction for sneaking out earlier and the scolding she had just received from her mother.
A Child’s Disappointment
Inside, her grandmother simply said, “Alhamdulillah, those who traveled have returned safely.”
Her mother entered carrying her younger sibling on her back, greeting everyone.
Then her grandmother noticed Hadiza again.
“You stubborn girl! Now that your mother has returned, go and bring that dress you’ve been fussing over and wear it tonight—let’s see who you’ll show it to in this darkness!”
Hadiza felt disheartened. From her grandmother’s tone, she knew she wouldn’t be allowed to wear the dress that day.
Her mother added,
“This girl has no sense. She met me outside talking about clothes before even greeting us. So you all weren’t home when we arrived?”
“You know Kubura,” her grandmother said. “She’s foolishly attached to that dress as if someone will snatch it from her.”
“She’s growing up but still behaving like a child,” her mother said in frustration.
Meanwhile, Hadiza crouched quietly by the door, listening with a heavy heart. She was upset that she couldn’t wear her new clothes and see how they looked on her. It felt like tomorrow was too far away. A dress had come all the way from Lagos, yet she still couldn’t wear it until another day.