Rantsatstsen Rabo Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

She was a young girl of about seventeen years old, walking calmly in her school uniform, obviously returning from secondary school.
She entered the house with greetings, and from the doorway she could already hear the terrible insults a little girl was throwing around. It sounded like she was fighting with one of the boys among their relatives.
The moment she stepped into the compound, she wasted no time. She landed a sharp slap on the young girl, who could not have been more than eight or nine years old.
Startled, the child looked up and opened her mouth to continue insulting, but the moment she recognized who stood before her, she quickly covered her mouth with both hands in fear.
The older girl grabbed her ear tightly and twisted it while saying,
"Zainab, what did I tell you about insulting people? Is Mukhtar your mate that you speak to him like that?"
The little girl's eyes instantly filled with tears from both pain and fear. Trembling, she replied,
"Addah please forgive me. He was the one who took my things first. I complained and he beat me."
The older girl immediately turned her sharp gaze toward the boy, who looked about ten years old. Since the moment she entered, fear had already overtaken him.
Before she could even say anything, he hurriedly defended himself.
"Addah wallahi she is lying. She took something I kept there. It was not even mine, it belonged to my friend, and she spoiled it. When I complained, she insulted me."
"So because of that you beat her?"
"No," he replied nervously with widened eyes.
"Then what did you do to her?"
"Addah please forgive me," he muttered while lowering his head.
She hissed lightly and released the little girl's ear.
"Have both of you prayed Zuhr prayer?"
She watched them carefully, waiting for an answer. Immediately, both children rushed to fetch water containers from beside the well.
"May Allah guide both of you," she muttered.
Her eyes then landed on Baba Zainu, who sat nearby frying awara for sale while glaring fiercely at her.
Turning slightly toward her, she greeted respectfully,
"Baba sannu da gida."
The woman sucked her teeth loudly and replied angrily,
"Wicked girl. So it is only after oppressing the children that you finally noticed me? Wallahi because of my children I can do anything. The beating your mother received while pregnant with you should have finished you off before you were born."
She added another heavy glare.
The girl simply looked away and headed toward their room without replying. She had no energy for the woman's troublemaking attitude. To Baba Zainu, everything was always her fault. If not for the fact that the old woman was troublesome and shameless, she would have answered her back much more harshly. Maybe the woman had just woken up from useless sleep.
Before she could even finish that thought, she heard Hajja's voice as the woman lifted the curtain and stepped out.
"Zainu, what is all this noise I keep hearing? Won't people be allowed to sleep peacefully?"
Full of annoyance, Zainu replied,
"Haba Baba, it is because of this shameless girl. Immediately she entered the house she started bullying the children again. Whenever she is around, they never have peace."
"Her terrible lack of manners and disrespect for elders will never allow anyone to control her," Hajja added angrily while stepping fully outside.
"So the useless girl has returned from wandering around again? Wallahi this girl was brought upon us as punishment. Jafaru never treated me fairly when he brought us this black disaster. And now her mother died only after leaving behind this terrible child for us."
Furious, the young girl suddenly turned around and fired back,
"I had no intention of answering any of you, but because of what you just said I must speak. My mother was not a black disaster, and by Allah's power, if there is any black disaster here, it is certainly not me."
She turned immediately and stormed into the room.
That statement ignited chaos.
Hajja exploded in anger, raining curses upon Maryamah's late mother while threatening that once Jafaru returned, he would deal with her severely. Baba Zainu continued fueling the anger from the side.
Meanwhile, Maryamah simply entered the room muttering bitterly,
"Keep shouting until you tire yourselves. You people have already finished destroying my peace in this house."
Her heart was heavy with frustration as she removed her school uniform, wrapped a wrapper around herself, and wore a small hijab. Taking her bathing items, she stepped into the compound.
She fetched water from the well and went behind the house to bathe because the weather was extremely hot. Afterwards, she performed ablution.
Once she finished dressing properly, she walked toward their tiny kitchen to collect her food.
To her surprise, there was nothing there.
It seemed they had not even kept any food for her at all.
She stepped outside and looked toward Baba Zainu before speaking.