Zainab Mai Ruwan Gaskiya Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful. May Allah allow me to finish this book in peace, just as I have started it, and may Allah forgive any mistakes within it.
I did not write this book to insult or disrespect anyone.
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1&2
A young woman was walking calmly, looking nowhere else except where she was placing her feet. She had gone far in her walk when she heard the voice of another young woman shouting her name, "Abuh! Abuh!" Hearing the voice calling the name Abuh, even without being told, she knew it was Halima. Three minutes after she stopped, Halima arrived where she was standing.
"Ah, Abuh! You just walked off even though you knew I was waiting for you. Wallahi, you have no shame—and besides, you are not feeling well, yet you insisted on going to school!"
Even after she finished her nagging, the beautiful young woman called Zainab did not respond to her. From the looks of it, the girl is reserved/introverted. 😄 Then, after about two minutes, she continued walking as if she hadn't heard what Halima was saying, even though she heard it loud and clear.
When Halima saw no sign that she was going to stop, seeing that her introverted side had kicked in, she had no choice but to follow her, and they continued walking together until they reached the school.
They met the latecomers being beaten, and fear filled their eyes, for Zainab was very afraid of being beaten.
"Assalamualaikum."
Malam Rabi'u was the one beating the latecomers. Zainab lowered her height/stooped slightly.
In a soft tone, she uttered with a sweet voice like the blowing of a flute or oboe, accompanied by a coolness that, when she speaks, makes your goosebumps rise: "For Allah's sake, Malam, please forgive us." Her words brought me back from the trance I had been in ever since she opened her mouth to greet.
"Zainab, you keep getting later every day, yet you are more afraid of a beating than anyone else."
"Wallahi, Malam, we left early, but we live far away, so it takes time to get here."
"Well, shouldn't you be taking a motorcycle then? But every day you come to a person with excuses. You did the same thing yesterday and I excused you, but today, wallahi, I must give you some lashing."
"Malam, for Allah's sake, please forgive me. Insha Allah, I will not be late again tomorrow."