Uwar Gidana Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

I was hurrying so much, as if I would fall. When I saw Hamida, I ran up to her with a wide smile and said, “Has our mother given birth?” She said, “Yes, she has given birth.” Then she added, “It’s a girl, and you really look like her.” Honestly, I laughed so much that my dimples showed clearly.
I ran into the room and climbed onto our mother’s lap. She said, “Get up, don’t break me.” I fixed my eyes on the baby and kept staring at her. Our house was filled with relatives congratulating our mother, because it had been eight years since she last gave birth.
Then Ammi came in carrying kanwa porridge, well-spiced and fragrant, wheat fura mixed with ugu soup. It had meat and butter in it, and there was also delicious tiger nut drink. There was nothing there that I wasn’t given to taste.
So, on the naming day, the baby girl was named Aminatu, after Ammi.
Who is Ammi? She is our neighbor, and she became our mother’s close friend. Her husband is also our father’s close friend from childhood. They are very attached to each other; ever since we grew up, they never even had a quarrel. We were five children there, but now we became six.
In our family, the eldest is Yaya Mustapha, then Aunty Maryam, Aunty Sha’awa, Yaya Nura, Saini who is dark-skinned, Aishatu Humaira who has the big name, and then Amina who was named after Ammi.
Ammi has eight children. The eldest is Yaya Mukhtar, then Yaya Anas, Aunty Murja, Aunty Bilkisu, Aunty Aisha, Aunty Hafsat, then Khadija, and Bashir who is the youngest. Ammi and our mother used to give birth around the same time, but after I was born, she stopped having children. People thought she would not give birth again, but then Allah made it happen and she gave birth to our little last-born, Aminatu.
Then Aunty Maryam got married, and four of them got married around the same time: Aunty Maryam, Aunty Sha’awa, Aunty Murja, and Aunty Bilkisu. Yaya Mukhtar paid the bride price. Aunty Hafsat is one year older than me, while I am two years older than Khadija. But among all the older girls, there was no one loved more than me, Humaira.
Khadija and I became age-mates in a way. She is tall, while I am short and petite. Khadija is very fair, while I am dark-skinned. But anyone who sees me always looks at me twice. I have a slim nose, a small mouth, eyes, and dimples. I was a plump little girl because I had very striking hips, well-shaped hips, to the point that even when I walked, men would stop what they were doing. At that time I was only ten years old, but I was already fully developed in body shape. The only thing I didn’t have was hair, so the people in our house used to call me “kwakwi dóce” (sweet coconut). My older siblings had much more hair than I did, and even Ammi’s children had plenty of hair too.
Khadija was extremely jealous of me, so much that our parents noticed it. Ever since we were little, Khadija and I never got along, though I personally didn’t care much.
One day I was hurrying to Ammi’s place. Khadija had just come after buying ice for Ammi during Ramadan. As soon as she saw me, she poured the ice on my head. I screamed. Just then Abba came out. When he saw what had happened, he went straight for Khadija. He slapped her about three times and then started beating her.
Ammi, who was in the kitchen, came out in shock. As for me, where I fell, it turned out I had fainted because of the cold from the ice. Ammi rushed to me, carried me, and took me into the room. She fetched warm water and poured it on me, and I shivered hard. Then I got up. By then Khadija had run away to Momi’s house. Abba said, “I don’t understand what kind of girl she is. Where is she now?” Someone said, “I know she ran to Momi’s house.”
Momi is Ammi’s younger sister, who lives in G.R.A. Her husband is truly wealthy. She has four children. The eldest is Yaya Maher, then Aunty Masha Huda, then Hassana and Hussaina, who are our age-mates. She doesn’t really know much at all about the relationship between Ammi and our mother.
Ammi said, “Wallahi, I will teach that girl a lesson. That child is becoming too much.” As for me, I stayed quietly close to Ammi. I am not the type of person who likes fighting at all. I really don’t like fighting, though I do like teasing people.
After we drank water, Ammi took me and brought me back, though she did not tell them what had happened between us.