Taswirar Kaddara Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

I was sitting in the middle of our compound, studying my book because the JAMB exam I will write this year is getting very close—only about two weeks remain.
My mind was divided into two parts: one focused on the English I was studying, and the other thinking about where Mimi had gone. Since she left after the Asr prayer, I had not seen her again. I sighed while thinking about how I would punish her, since she knows I do not like her going out alone in the evening.
A little girl, about four years old, very fair like an Arab because of the beauty Allah gave her, entered the house wearing a small gown that reached her feet. Even though the dress was a little worn, it was very clean. However, there were signs of dust on it, showing that she had probably been playing on the ground.
As soon as she came in, I fixed my eyes on her and quietly glorified Allah in my heart. Whenever I look at Mimi, I always praise Allah because of her beauty. She was extremely fair, with a round face, very large eyes, a long nose that perfectly matched her round face, and small reddish lips. I then looked at her hair, which was braided, with a long tail almost reaching her buttocks because of how long it was.
I closed my eyes when I felt tears about to fall.
Then I heard her soft, sweet voice near me saying:
“Maa, please forgive me. I won’t do it again. Hidiya told me to come and play with her in their garden.”
I just kept looking at her face, noticing the dimple on the right side of her cheek that appeared deeply whenever she spoke. It made her look even more beautiful.
I frowned slightly and spoke quickly in a slightly scolding tone:
“I didn’t forbid you from going out, but are you now disrespecting me, Mimi? How could you leave without telling me?”
Her eyes quickly filled with tears. She held her ears with her hands and said:
“Maa, please forgive me. I won’t do it again. Don’t be angry with me.”
From behind us, Umma, who had just come out of the room, laughed and said:
“Come here, my friend. You know your Maa cannot stay angry with you.”
Mimi folded her arms and said:
“But Umma, she hasn’t said she has forgiven me.”
I pulled her close to me with deep affection and said:
“I forgive you, my baby. But don’t ever go out again without telling me, okay?”
She nodded and rested her head on my chest, acting playfully while I responded to her affection. Umma just shook her head, wiping away the tears that were about to fall from her eyes.
We were sitting in the courtyard—Umma and Mimi on a mat—while I was in the kitchen when Aysha entered wearing her Islamiyya school uniform.
I came out holding a cooking spoon and asked:
“You came back early today, Aysha. Where are Kamal and the others?”
She sat on the mat and dropped her bag tiredly.
“They’re still on the way, Ya Batul. I couldn’t wait for them. I’m really tired—my legs hurt.”
I laughed and said:
“That’s why I told you—take it easy. You’re almost finished with school, so you should rest.”
Aysha then looked at Mimi and said:
“So you refused to go to Islamiyya today? Your teacher said she will beat you tomorrow.”
Mimi pouted and said:
“I’m not feeling well. My head hurts. Maa said I should stay home today and go tomorrow.”
I was about to speak when Kamal and Khalil came in. I looked at them and could tell something was wrong. Kamal was breathing heavily and wiping sweat from his face.
I looked at Khalil because I knew Kamal wouldn’t be able to explain properly if I asked him.
Quickly I said:
“What happened to him? Why is he breathing like that? Did they fight?”
Khalil wiped his forehead calmly—he is always calm—and said:
“Ya Batul, it was Manniru, Kawu Nasiru’s son. They fought. Just because Mimi’s teacher asked about her today when she didn’t see her in school. When we were leaving, he stopped us and said there is no point in sending Mimi to school since she is a bastard. Then Khalid slapped him and that’s how the fight started. People separated them with difficulty.”
As soon as he mentioned that word, I felt a sharp pain in my chest.
Anger rose inside me and I rushed into our room, picked up my hijab, and came out trying to wear it.
Umma, who had been sitting quietly with her head down, raised her head and asked:
“What is it, Batul? Where are you going?”
I kept shaking my head because of the intense anger burning inside me. I couldn’t even speak. The thing I hate most in this world is when someone calls Mimi a bastard. I know the truth of the situation, but my heart still burns every time someone calls her that. And whoever says it, I always respond in a way they will regret for a long time.
With difficulty, I swallowed and said:
“I’m going to their house to warn their mother about her children. Umma, if they ever insult my daughter like that again, I swear I’ll make sure their legs are broken—even if it reaches their grandfather.”
Then someone said:
“And what did my father do that you are insulting him like that, Batul?”