Yar Karuwa Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

She was a beautiful, fair-complexioned young girl with a balanced skin tone, around 20 years old, kneeling on her knees in front of a woman who—even if left unsaid—you could tell was her mother, given their striking resemblance and the young woman's words.

In deep, agonizing tears that betrayed absolute sorrow and intense despair, she said, "Oh, my Mami... Mami, for Allah's sake, for the Prophet's sake, not for my sake and not because I deserve it, please leave this kind of life. Mami, you are destroying your dignity, and you are destroying your daughter's too. Mami, at your age, you are living like young, thoughtless children who have no guidance. Mami, you are the one who should be correcting me if you saw me trying to drift into such a ruined lifestyle, but Mami, you are doing it yourself, not even me. Oh, my Mami, where is your knowledge and your intellect that you chose this life of ignorant people for us...?"

The words in my mouth stuck in my throat as Mami slapped me viciously across the face. She stood up, breathing heavily, furious just as she always was whenever this happened between us. Fixing her eyes on me, she said, "BANAFSHA, has your disrespect and impudence reached this level? I am your mother, yet you pierce me with bitter words? You are telling me that I am living like the ignorant? You are calling me an ignorant woman, Banafsha? Is this the upbringing I gave you, so you can show the world that you despise even me, let alone others? Banafsha, are you really speaking to me like this?" Mami finished, her anger so overwhelming that her eyes were nearly changing color.