Rayuwar Mace Complete Hausa Novel

Rayuwar Mace Complete Hausa Novel 
She is wearing a gray hijab that is as long as her feet, her head is down, she will pass by the men's council, which she always goes through when she goes to Islam, and she hears how they talk about her every day when she passes by, because it bothers me. she even looked at him, who was stuck on her shoulder, and leaned her there and went to his room, her chest n I'm aw all three.
      He was the only one in the room when he finished getting ready to go out to the market. After her older brothers grew up, it became rare that Abban went out and he stayed at home for a few days and rested.
    
 "Goodbye and rest Abba.". She said that she was looking for a place to leave, and she already knew the date of the conversation.
 
 "Yawwa Asma'u, are you back!?"
 
 "Yes Abba."
 
 "Good God, welcome back."
 
 "A lot." She answered inside bending her leg again
 
 "Are you waiting for me, is there anyone coming or is it still?"
 
 "There is no one, Abba." She said it was cold already until a small ball started gathering in her eyes.
     Abban was silent, as if he was thinking about what he was going to say, after a few seconds he looked at her and said
 
 "Or are you chasing them Ma'u?"
 
 She quickly shook her head and the tears that she was trying to hold back fell away. His eyes widened and he began to speak quietly in order to calm her down
 
     Her head was on the ground listening to Abban till the end, she calmly thanked him and then stood up and left the room where her heart was breaking again. If she says she is not worried about being single, she is lying. Everyone wants to see her get married as every other parent dreams of once their daughter reaches the age of marriage! Of course, all parents who have their daughter in front of them are not at peace until they see that they have married her. But one thing that people fail to understand is that marriage, birth and death are all times when a person is not enough to give himself if it is not the right time.
     With the fingers of her hand, she was trying to count the number of her younger brothers who were married as she used to every time, she already knew their number but the counting proved to her once again that her father had to remind her every time.