Kisan Mummuke Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

She paced back and forth in her room. Every few paces, she would grip the frame of her iron bed—one of those old iron beds—and fall silent with her head bowed. Then, she would lift her head again, scanning the walls of the room with her eyes as if trying to read something hidden on them. She let out a deep sigh, repeating this action more times than could be counted.
His sudden entry made her spin around quickly, her eyes locking onto his face as her heart pounded heavily.
His demeanor was furious, his face completely devoid of any friendliness.
Without uttering a single word to her, he walked past, picked up his prayer mat, and turned around in a rage, intending to storm out of her room.
She quickly blurted out, "Abansu."
He paused, turned around angrily, and snapped, "What is it again?"
She lowered her head before saying, "Please, come let's talk."
In deep anger, he replied, "There is absolutely nothing I have to discuss with you. Let me repeat this to you: stop pestering my children. Leave them alone to have some peace in their father's house. I am tired of your behavior—thoroughly tired of it. If you choose to push me to the wall, I will show you that nothing will make me sit back quietly and watch my children being mistreated while I continue to live with whoever is doing it. What a useless, completely worthless attitude!"
With that, he walked out. Her ears caught the sound of him wheeling his bicycle out of the house. By all indications, he was the one heading to the market today, not Sulaiman.
Her heart felt completely suffocated. At times like this, she couldn't comprehend anything anymore.
To make matters worse, Sulaiman walked in, puffing out his chest proudly. He opened his father's wardrobe and picked up his father's jalabiya—the very one over which an unpleasant argument had just occurred. He stepped out and put it on right in front of her. Her chest felt incredibly heavy. Ya Hayyu Ya Qayyum.
She slid down with her head bowed and burst into the tears that had been choking her heart, feeling as though her chest was about to burst.
"Iya miko miko, samodara, iya kali idona....samodara...." The voice of a young teenage girl echoed as she approached the room. Suddenly, the song she was singing turned into a scream when he raised his hand and slapped her across the face, shouting angrily, "Hey, curse you, where is your hijab? Get out of my sight, you useless girl, walking around swinging your legs like a paralytic! You should be ashamed of yourself, you big, worthless fool!"
The girl screamed, clutching her cheek, and let out another cry as she felt herself about to collapse. This caused her mother to stand up quickly and lift the curtain to intervene. However, she instantly held her tongue and remained silent upon seeing her co-wife step out of her own room, glaring fiercely at Sulaiman.
The co-wife grabbed the young girl's hand and said, "Look here, Sulaiman, you better watch yourself with me! What has she done to you for you to oppress her like this? Is it a must that you all show your deep-seated hatred to this girl as if she committed a heinous crime against you? If she enters her own mother's room, it's as if she wasn't the one who gave birth to her—nothing but rejection, scolding, and insults. And you, the moment you see her, you look for a way to distress and torment her? What hijab, for God's sake? How old is this child that you are forcing her to wear a hijab? If she refuses to wear it, leave her alone! Otherwise, wallahi, I will deal with you in this house!"
He didn't say a word to her. He simply shrugged her off and walked away to perform ablution. This actions infuriated her even more; he was treating her like a fool, to the point where he wouldn't even acknowledge her today, right? To add to her anger, when she noticed he was wearing his father's jalabiya, her heart burned with rage. So, in this house, Sulaiman would never stop wearing Malam's jalabiya right before her eyes because his mother kept enabling him, right?
She wanted to cause a scene over it, but she brushed it aside, grabbed the young girl's hand, and led her toward her own room, saying, "Go inside, let's go. I don't know what you were going to do at the place of your enemy (meaning her mother). I tell you every day, if not out of sheer necessity, that woman wouldn't even have brought you into this world. It was simply your destiny to live on this earth that insisted you be born through her line. Yet, you keep slipping away to their room just so they can team up and humiliate you? Go lie down and sleep!"