Zurfin Ciki Part 1 - 4 Complete Hausa Novel

Ummi’s Daily Drama
 
Ummi ran along the road singing and skipping—her usual behavior during her errands. Walking was never her thing. In the distance, she spotted Firdausi, a girl around her age, and shouted, “There’s Firdausi, the one that provoked me!”
 
Ummi confronted her, hands on her waist. “Who are you mocking?” she demanded.
 
Firdausi, startled, replied fearfully, “I didn’t say anything.”
 
“You did! I heard you call me ‘Ummi the chatterbox!’” Ummi lunged, grabbed her neck, and shoved her. Firdausi’s bowl of ground millet scattered all over the ground. As Firdausi began to cry, Ummi took off running home.
 
She dropped the groundnut oil she had bought and rushed to the toilet. Her mother, Umma, sitting outside, mumbled, “There’s a human being for you!”
 
Just then, Abba, Ummi’s older brother, returned home. Seeing him, Ummi panicked and ran into Umma’s room, accidentally spilling pepper powder on the floor—powder Umma had just ground to make stew.
 
Knowing Abba wouldn’t let her off, she fled again, hiding under Tsohuwa’s (Grandma’s) bed. Grandma was still praying, unaware that Ummi had disturbed the bowl of millet drink (fura) that had just arrived from the market.
 
The Chaos Unfolds
 
Abba came out of the bathroom fuming. He stormed into Umma’s room, asking for Ummi. Umma was cleaning up the spilled pepper angrily. “Abba, beat her properly today. I’m tired of her nonsense. That girl has no home training!”
 
Abba replied, “She thinks hiding under Grandma’s bed will save her. Today, even Tsohuwa can’t protect her.”
 
From inside, Tsohuwa heard everything. “Go ahead! Beat her till she dies if you want. I’ve warned you not to leave her alive. Suwaiba, I knew you didn’t deserve to name her after me.”
 
Umma snapped, “Don’t say that! She’s just foolish, not evil. She peeped at her brother bathing and spilled my pepper!”
 
Abba groaned. “Tsohuwa is the reason she’s like this! You can’t even correct her!”
 
Just then, Firdausi and her angry mother arrived, clutching the spilled millet. “Look what Ummi did! I struggled all morning grinding this millet, and she wasted it!”
 
“See?” said Abba. “That’s what I’ve been saying!”
 
Tsohuwa squinted. “Wait, aren’t you Bala’s wife?”
 
“Yes.”
 
“Well then, go find who spilled your millet. Ummi never left the house!”
 
“But I sent her out to buy oil,” Umma whispered.
 
Grandma snapped back, “Then it’s obvious someone provoked her!”
 
The Belt Justice
 
Abba got dressed, picked up his belt, and marched to Grandma’s room. He dragged Ummi from under the bed, and she screamed. He struck her once, but she held onto the belt tightly. Tsohuwa started hitting Abba in return.
 
He turned to beat Grandma, and she too got whipped. After the chaos, he left them sobbing.
 
Later, Grandma asked Ummi about the spilled fura.
 
“Abba caused it!”
 
“He better replace it,” Grandma fumed.
 
She went to Abba’s door, “Bring me my fura! If not, your father will buy it tonight.”
 
Abba ignored her.
 
“Your jobless self! You better get it, or your dead father will come do it!”
 
Inside, Umma served lunch. She told Ummi, “Go call Abba. He hasn’t eaten.”
 
“No way!” said Grandma. “He beat her, and now she should go call him?”
 
Revenge Tea Mission
 
Umma eventually called Ummi again.
 
"Take this tea to Abba. Be quick!"
 
Ummi thought to herself, I pray I get sent to his room. I’ll pay him back for the beating.
 
As she entered his room without waiting for a reply, the hot tea spilled all over Abba’s foot and his clean clothes. She dashed out before he could react.
 
“Umma! She burned me!”
 
Umma and Alhaji Babba came rushing. “Who burned you?”
 
“Ummi!”
 
They applied ointment, but his toes were already swollen. Tsohuwa yelled from her room, “Why did you name that menace after me?!”
 
Later, Umma, furious, dragged Ummi from Grandma’s room and beat her until even Alhaji Babba joined.
 
That evening, Abba locked Ummi in his room and whipped her again.
 
More Trouble & Neighborhood Advice
 
Around 4:30 PM, Abba’s friend Ahmad arrived. As they sat chatting on the front porch, Ummi ran past them.
 
Abba called her over, “Troublemaker! Did you start another fight?”
 
“No,” she mumbled.
 
As she walked away, a young boy approached—his clothes soaked.
 
“She splashed water on me!”
 
Abba chased her, caught her, and forced her to clean the boy’s clothes.
 
Afterward, Ahmad asked, “Abba, are you sure that sister of yours isn’t possessed?”
 
Abba laughed. “She’s not. We even tried ruqya once. Nothing.”
 
“Well, if someone marries her, they’re in for a lifetime assignment!”
 
“Who’d be that crazy?” Abba said.
 
Ahmad teased, “Maybe you’ll marry her.”
 
“God forbid!” Abba exclaimed. “I’d rather leave town!”
 
The Grown-Ups’ Talk
 
That night, Alhaji Babba and Alhaji Karami sat eating. Dressed identically, they looked like twins.
 
“How’s Bashir’s schooling?” asked Babba.
 
“He failed,” said Karami. “Sahura convinced him school alone was enough—no skill. Now he has nothing.”
 
“That’s why I respect Abba,” said Babba. “He chose tailoring himself. His mom, Suwaiba, encouraged it.”
 
“Well, she has wisdom,” Karami agreed. “Unlike Sahura—just prayers!”
 
Abba soon joined them and handed Babba ulcer medicine.
 
“I got it from Ahmad’s dad’s pharmacy.”
 
“May Allah reward you,” Babba smiled.
 
Where is Ummi Now?
 
Later that night, Abba returned home to find Umma deep in thought.
 
“Umma, what’s wrong?”
 
“Ummi. After Isha prayer, she went out. It’s been over an hour. You beat her yesterday for going out late!”
 
Abba sighed. “What can we do to make her like normal children?”
 
Umma shook her head. “Only prayers, Abba… We pray every day.”