Zane Akan Ruwa Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Pitch darkness enveloped every single corner of her room, to the extent that she could not even see the palms of her own hands, let alone her surroundings or the distance between herself and the wall. If only she could reach it to lean her back against it, perhaps she might find some comfort and relief from the agonizing hunger gnawing at her stomach.
She could move neither forward nor backward. She sat completely still in the pitch-black room, a place where she had faced nothing but misery and terror ever since she first set foot inside. She clutched her stomach, her face contorting in pain; it felt as though a fire were raging inside her due to the sheer hunger tormenting her. The last time she had eaten was the leftover tuwo they had tossed to her last night, which had finished before she could even take five full bites.
She remained curled up in one spot, hands tightly pressing against her stomach, shivering violently as though she had been drenched in ice water during the peak of harmattan.
She forced herself up and began crawling and groping around until she finally reached the wall. She leaned against it, breathing heavily, completely drained of strength. Unfortunately, doing so did absolutely nothing to ease the hunger and suffering plaguing her. She held her stomach tightly as the hunger ripped through her. Ever since they threw her into this room, they had only brought her food three times: the leftover tuwo from last night, four pieces of akara tossed to her the morning of the day before yesterday, and in the evening, a serving of plain white rice without even a drop of oil, let alone seasoning.
She knew very well that he was intentionally having them torture her with hunger because she refused to give them her family's phone number. On her part, she had sworn that if their release depended entirely on paying a ransom, she would rather die than live—because paying these ransoms is exactly what fuels their business.
Tragically and frustratingly, kidnapping has become a commonplace occurrence in this day and age. You constantly hear of someone being abducted here, and another taken there; it is a heartbreaking thing to witness or hear about. You hear people bargaining over a human being's ransom as if they were haggling over the price of tomatoes and bell peppers. The whole situation feels like a bad dream.