Zan Bi Zabin Umma Na Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The house was a red mud building, the kind of compound rooming house that contains many rooms but only one bathroom and kitchen; women were sitting in the courtyard under a mango tree chatting. In one of the rooms, a woman sat on a mat while a beautiful young woman knelt before her. The woman looked at her with a stern face and said,

"Hafsat, you cannot disrespect me. I gave birth to you, so you must follow what I want whether you like it or not. Leave Umar right away, and listen to me carefully: you are not a poor man's wife. I did not go through the labor of giving birth to you just to marry you off to a poor man. I made the mistake of marrying a poor man, so I will not let you repeat that same mistake."

The girl she called Hafsat raised her head with distress on her face and said, "Poverty and wealth both come from God. You said I will not marry a poor man, Umma, but what if I marry a rich man and he becomes poor, or the poor man I leave becomes rich? A person can never escape their destiny...." Umma interrupted her quickly as if about to strike her, "Listen to this girl! I am talking and you are talking back to me because you disrespect me. My final word is: if Umar comes, chase him away, or I will show you what I am capable of, because it is nothing for me to go out and chase him away myself. Since you have shown you won't listen to me, you had better sleep knowing that I will not marry you off to a poor man—only to a rich man who owns a house and a car."

Hafsat raised her head with distress on her face and said, "Umma, Umar and I have been together for a long time; if I leave him, I would be ungrateful."

Umma grew angry and yelled at her so loudly that she startled, "Even so, marrying a rich man is not a sin! Get up and leave my presence. I have warned you: either you chase him away yourself, or I will go out and chase him away myself, even if people say I did wrong, since no one else gave birth to you for me. If he matters more to you than I do, we shall see. Since no one helped me through your labor, I will go out and chase him away."

Just then, a young woman lifted the door curtain and entered the room, "Peace be upon you." Together, they answered her greeting.

Hafsat wiped the tears from her face and said, "Jalila, but you said you wouldn't come until afternoon."

Jalila, reading the mood as she sat on the edge of the mat, said, "I changed my mind. Good morning, Umma."