Siyasa Ko Kabilanci Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

A Meal Left Untouched
“Amatallah, what are you thinking about like this? Since earlier you’ve been pushing the food around and refusing to eat.”
She raised her big eyes and looked at her mother, then quickly lowered them because they were filled with tears. Her voice trembled as she said,
“By Allah, Ammi, I’m full.”
“Amatallah, I don’t like nonsense, wallahi. What did you eat that made you full? You didn’t even eat your lunch properly. The soup wasn’t more than a ladle before you left it and rushed off, saying you were late for Islamiyya. And now you’re telling me you’re full…?”
Father’s Gentle Intervention
“What’s going on?” Amatallah’s father asked as he came out of his room.
Both Amatallah and her mother turned to look at him. Her mother said,
“It’s the same thing as always—issues about eating food.”
He gave a short laugh and walked into the living room where Amatallah was sitting on a chair. He sat on the chair she was leaning against and said,
“Come on, my dear, eat your food. It’s not good to stay hungry. Is this how you plan to go for the Kano holiday to your uncle’s house?”
“Baba, I will go, but by Allah, I’m full,” she said, forcing back the tears that had been threatening since earlier.
“Subhanallah, my dear—are you crying too? Alright, get up and return the food to the kitchen. Come and have the fura I bought for you when I return from work.”
She smiled, wiped her tears, stood up quickly, and headed to the kitchen with the food tray. He watched her with a smile.
Her mother then said,
“Wallahi, you’re the one encouraging all this behavior in this girl. I keep reminding you of the realities of life—she’s going to end up in someone else’s house.”
She said this angrily as she walked into her bedroom. Baba only watched her, shaking his head. He knew she was speaking the truth, but he had no choice other than to pamper his only daughter. From the day she was born, she had been precious to them. Nearly nineteen years had passed, yet his wife had not conceived again. He sighed deeply as Amatallah shifted closer to him.
She said,
“Baba, I’ve brought it. Thank you so much. May Allah increase your blessings.”
“Amin, my dear. May Allah bless you,” he replied.
“Amin, Baba.”
A Night of Fear
They chatted for a while, as they always did. But today’s conversation was different from the usual, because Amatallah kept recounting what had happened earlier, again and again. Her voice alone was enough to tell that she was still frightened.
Her mother later came out and joined them. They talked until about 10:30 p.m., before everyone went to their rooms to prepare for sleep.
But Amatallah couldn’t sleep at all. What had happened earlier began replaying vividly in her mind. She kept seeing them standing over her with knives. She quickly switched on the bedroom light and looked around, but there was nothing. Even so, sleep refused to come—until deep into the night when it finally overtook her.
She woke up suddenly with a terrifying scream, shaken by a dream in which the knife-wielding men had come all the way to their house to kill her.
Her scream woke her parents, who rushed into the room in panic. The moment she saw them, she threw herself into her mother’s arms, crying, her whole body trembling.
What seemed like a small matter suddenly became serious. Amatallah couldn’t sleep and wouldn’t let her parents sleep either. At first they treated it lightly, but it soon began to frighten them—because Amatallah even started fainting. Before dawn, fever gripped her body severely, and she could barely speak or move properly.