Bin Abinda Zuciya Ke So Book 1 Hausa Novel Complete 

Lubabatu pushed open the door and ran inside. She hurriedly dressed, her movements frantic. On the bed, Zeenah lay clutching her phone tightly. "Why do you always burst into people's rooms like that?" Zeenah said, her tone tinged with annoyance.

Lubabatu didn't respond; instead, she grabbed Zeenah's hand, signaling her to stay quiet so Mummy wouldn't hear them. Zeenah nodded and remained silent. However, moments later, everyone heard a scream, followed by loud cries. They rushed to see what had happened, only to erupt in laughter.

Lubabatu got up and joined Zeenah, who stood grinning mischievously. "What did you do this time?" she asked, laughing.

Zeenah smiled slyly. “I added that black Cameroon pepper from the container to all her food. She ate it, cried, and now she won’t stop complaining. Next time, maybe she'll wait for me to get her proper food from the kitchen.”

Lubabatu's expression turned stern. “Zeenah, that was too much! You know I can't handle spicy food, and she doesn’t like it either. She always cooks with just tomatoes and onions. A little pepper is fine, but you went overboard. How could you teach her such a harsh lesson?”

Before Zeenah could respond, Mummy's voice boomed from another room. "Wallahi, Zeenatu, you won't get away with this!" She stormed in, holding Auta's hand as the child sobbed uncontrollably.

Mummy led Auta to her room, which was immaculately clean and filled with the soothing scent of incense. She sat Auta down on the bed, gently wiping her tears. “Stop crying, dear. I'll get you some salt and water—it will help.”

Mummy quickly went to the kitchen and returned with salt, water, and yogurt. She handed the items to Auta, who drank the saltwater while still crying. Her red, tear-streaked eyes reflected her distress.

"That's enough water," Mummy scolded gently. "You’ll upset your stomach. Here, take this yogurt instead." Auta sniffled as she drank the yogurt, her sobs subsiding slightly.

Mummy placed the water on the bedside table and sat beside her. Auta leaned on her shoulder, her voice trembling. “Mummy, I'm so hungry. I didn’t eat anything today.”

Mummy looked at her with concern. “I know, dear. Your father is still in town, but he’ll leave in a day or two. When he does, you won’t have to deal with this anymore.”

Auta burst into tears again. “But why, Mummy? Why does he always cause so much trouble?”

Mummy sighed, placing a comforting hand on Auta's forehead. "Shh, it's late. Let me think for a moment." She smiled softly, trying to calm her daughter. “Now, go change out of your towel and put on proper clothes. You know your father doesn’t like you walking around like this.”

Auta reluctantly got up, changed, and left the room. Mummy watched her go, exhaustion evident on her face. She returned to her room, skipped her meal, and collapsed onto her bed. Reaching for her schoolbag, she pulled out her phone and scrolled through messages, but nothing caught her interest. Frustrated, she threw the phone onto the bed and turned to her books.

After a few minutes, she discarded the books too, feeling disheartened. Throwing herself onto the bed, she groaned loudly, kicking her legs in frustration. Her head spun with emotions, her mouth opening in a silent cry of jealousy and despair.