Yancin Bayi Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

At first glance at the house, you would immediately understand that poverty had taken deep root in the family. Although most of the buildings in the town were made of clay and were generally low structures, this particular house was different from the rest—not even the dignity of a proper clay building could be associated with it. The structure was crooked and almost collapsing, its walls badly damaged and worn out. The toilet in the house was the only part made of clay, but even the rooms inside were just a single small space.
A young girl, not more than 18 years old, came out of the house in a hurry. On her feet was a worn-out slipper that had been repaired with a plastic bag because it had torn apart. Anyone looking closely would notice the countless stitches on it. She was wearing a blue matching skirt and blouse (a single sewn outfit that looked like a uniform). She had no hijab, only a headscarf tied around her head, which could not hide her long, thick, braided hair. She was tall, slim, and chocolate-skinned, with extraordinary beauty that was astonishing. Her large eyes made it seem as if she was always sleepy. Her nose was well-shaped and attractive, her lips were balanced and appealing, and her forehead had neatly arranged black hair that further enhanced her beauty. From her appearance, one could easily tell she was gentle in nature.
As she hurried out of the house intending to leave, she suddenly heard her mother’s voice calling loudly:
“MUWADDAH! MUWADDAH!!”
She smiled, shaking her head while playfully stamping her feet like a spoiled child. She quickly turned back into the house and entered a small room separated by an old torn sack used as a curtain. Her mother was sitting there with a cup in front of her, staring at the door as if waiting for Muwaddah to come in.
As she entered, she pouted her lips as if about to cry and said in a spoiled tone: “Please, my mother, let me go on my journey so I won’t be late…” as she pushed her lips forward in protest.
Her mother smiled gently and said with care: “Muwaddatu, my daughter, you should reduce this impatience, okay? Come and at least drink this kunu (porridge), even if it’s just a little. I don’t like seeing you go out hungry, even if I will remain hungry myself…”
Her voice was weak and full of pain.
Muwaddah fell silent, overwhelmed with pity for her mother. So many painful memories flooded her mind as if they were happening at that very moment. Her eyes immediately filled with tears.
She looked down at her mother’s feet, which were swollen and deformed. They had been treated with medicine, but the bones were still visible. Suddenly, she burst into intense tears, collapsing to the ground as her heart burned with pain.
While crying, she said: “May Allah reward you, my mother! May Allah also reward my father! By Allah, I hate them! I have no enemies except them… Truly, I have never seen such wicked and oppressive people like those of the Zinari Kingdom! I hate them, my mother! I swear I do not want to see them!”
She ended in heavy sobs.
With great effort, her mother pulled her into her arms, wiping her tears and gently patting her back. She knew very well that Muwaddah had every reason to cry, but she could not show her own pain fully. She had to calm her daughter’s heart, because that was what mattered most, even if she herself was suffering.
She continued comforting her until Muwaddah gradually stopped crying, leaving only soft sobs.
Her mother picked up the cup beside her and moved it toward Muwaddah. Muwaddah turned her face away, refusing it at first. Her mother placed it beside her and turned her face gently aside again.
Muwaddah quickly sat up, held her mother’s hand, and wiped her tears, saying: “Please forgive me, my mother, okay? I will drink it.”
Without argument, her mother brought the cup of kunu, which was not even half full, and handed it to her. Muwaddah drank a few sips and then stood up, saying: “My mother, I am leaving now. Please pray for me. May Allah make me among those whom the king will free today—not for anything else, but so I can take care of you.”
With concern, her mother replied: “Don’t worry, my daughter, I have already prayed for you. Go quickly so you won’t be late.”
With a heavy heart, she left their house in a hurry. She walked quickly while shedding tears, traveling a long distance until she reached the gate of a massive, beautiful mansion. No matter how far you looked, you could not see the end of the building. It was like something from Europe, and you would never believe it was inside their town. One glance at it would tell you it was a royal palace.
At the top of its huge gate was written: “ZINARI KINGDOM.”