Zinare Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Tudu Region, Kingdom of King Hammam, weekend games camp.
The playing field was filled with teenage boys and girls aged fifteen and below.
The boys had their own side, and the girls had theirs.
On the boys’ side, between the two teams competing in the football match, everyone was trying to show off his skill and youthful strength. Because of that, shouts and applause kept rising from every direction, and some people laughed and yelled so much it was as if their mouths would tear apart.
His seat was far from everyone else’s. His face looked different from all the others. There was no smile on it, let alone laughter. He did not clap like the rest; in fact, it was almost as though he did not even know what was happening there, or like someone who had been forced to come to the games camp against his will. He touched his straight, long nose while narrowing his bright eyes, then turned toward the side where the girls were playing. At that exact moment, a young girl about his age hooked the leg of a little girl no older than six, sending her down. A wicked laugh burst out of him as he turned to look at them properly. The way the little girl fell awkwardly made him laugh even harder.
He loved cruelty in life, though he could not do it to anyone himself. But he loved to see it done in front of him because of the pleasure it gave him, especially when the one being knocked down was in the wrong.
Slowly, the little girl got up, her face covered in tears and mucus. He laughed again, enjoying himself deep inside. What had brought her among the bigger girls who were not her age-mates to play? Why was she not with the little children, her fellow age group, playing their own games? The way she stood up, brushing the dust off her body while her eyes were clouded with tears, made him laugh even more before he finally looked away and let out a breath, satisfied with the entertainment he had gotten.
At once, his original expression returned, that same face with no trace of cheer.
From a distance, Sufyan, a boy no older than eleven, kept staring at him. He had been watching all his movements for a long time, until he completely lost interest in the games being played. Why was it that he never laughed unless it was at cruelty? Why did he never speak unless there was a very serious reason? He wanted to move closer and speak to him, just as his father always instructed him whenever they came to places like this — because he alone was one of the few who had the chance to see him directly — but he was afraid, even though only four years separated them in age.
NAILA, the one who had been tripped, kept brushing herself off, while inwardly feeling bitter about what had been done to her, aside from the pain she felt in her back. She began looking around for someone to report the matter to, until her eyes landed on where he was sitting alone. With the quick steps of a child, she ran toward him, half her face still covered in dirt her hand had wiped up.
She came around and stood before him without fear or hesitation.
In her small childish voice, she began pouring out her complaint, pausing now and then to catch her breath.
He did not play with children, and it was not as though he had ever played with her anywhere before, so why had she come all the way to stand before him? Yet he listened to her carefully. From her explanation and the way she was acting as though she must be avenged, he could tell she was actually the one in the wrong, but still wanted revenge taken for her. He looked at half of her dirty face and remembered how she had been tripped and fallen awkwardly, and then a cruel laugh escaped him.
He laughed for several seconds before hardening his face and taking his eyes off her. Naila stood there, expecting him to tell her to come so they could go and avenge her, but instead she heard nothing. She brushed her face clean properly. Only then did she realize whose presence she had come to. It was SULAIM, son of ABDUH DHAHAB, the man who was the backbone of their region and her father’s friend. If it was really him, then of course he would not pay attention to her. If she had known it was him, she would never have come at all.