Kanwar Maza 1 & 2 Hausa Novel Complete
She couldn’t take her eyes off him, overwhelmed by the fear and terror consuming her. He dragged a chair, sat in front of her, and fixed his gaze on her. After a brief silence, he spoke harshly, “Whose house did you go to today? And who sent you there, that you didn’t return until evening?” His voice cut through the room, his piercing eyes fixed on her.
With the electricity on, he wore a mask so she could clearly see his face and eyes.
“I’m talking to you, why are you staring at me like that?” he barked.
Zabura tried to respond, but he interrupted, “And if you lie to me, I swear on God, I’ll deal with you worse than your father ever could.”
Her body trembled as she began explaining everything that had happened since she left the house. Meanwhile, Huzaifa, having seen Yaya Umar enter Mama’s room earlier and hearing Rumaisa’s cries, was consumed with dread. He knew the day would not end well—only God could intervene now.
Mama, shaking her head as she listened, realized Rumaisa was telling the truth this time, unlike when she’d lied before. Umar turned to her and said sharply, “Are you the kind of man who borrows tires? What nonsense is this?” Rumaisa bowed her head in silence.
“And didn’t I warn you about taking the boxing gloves on the road? You disobeyed me, didn’t you?”
She shook her head to deny it, but he pressed on, “Oh, so whatever I tell you goes in one ear and out the other, huh?”
Her silence and wide eyes betrayed her fear.
“Tell your father to get up and grab your ears before you start acting smart,” he ordered.
Terrified, she hesitated, but when he gave her a menacing look, she quickly knelt and grabbed her ears. Huzaifa, watching, felt uneasy. Instead of punishing her immediately, Yaya Umar left her to sleep without further torment, though he made sure she knew more suffering awaited.
Later that night, Umar stood at the doorway, watching the courtyard. He knew no one could stop him now—not even Hassan or Abubakar Sadik, who weren’t there. Umar kept his silence, pretending to read, while Rumaisa, exhausted and weeping, struggled to get up. He ignored her, knowing she wouldn’t survive the punishment if she tried.
Her cries grew louder, her pain evident in every sob. “Get up,” he finally commanded without looking at her. She stood, drenched in sweat, her face streaked with tears and blood.
“What are you crying about?” he snapped.
Through her sobs, she pleaded, “I’m tired, for God’s sake. Please have mercy—I won’t do it again, I’ve repented.”
Umar sneered. “So you’re tired now, are you? Then sit on the bike and let’s see if that softens you up.”
He tormented her relentlessly that night, even as Mama felt uncomfortable watching. Yet Mama reminded herself the girl wasn’t her foster daughter, so she refrained from intervening.
Aliyu eventually emerged from his room, worried. “For God’s sake, let her go for the night. She’ll learn her lesson, and tomorrow we have school.”
Umar glared at him. “Get out of my sight, or do you want me to deal with you too?” Aliyu sighed, his heart heavy, and retreated to the bathroom.
After ensuring she was sufficiently broken, Umar left her alone. She collapsed in tears, her body wracked with pain. Her thighs felt like they had no flesh left, and her back ached from the relentless torture.
When Yaya Umar finally left, Huzaifa approached her gently, offering comfort despite his earlier complicity in the situation. He brought her water, helping her drink as she cried uncontrollably. When she finished, he wiped the tears from her face and asked softly, “Why are you here?”
Before she could respond, they heard Yaya Umar’s voice, chilling and unexpected. “Are you going to get up, or should I marry you now?”
Huzaifa trembled and quickly left, retreating to his room.
Rumaisa, still trembling and in agony, looked defeated. Umar threw a glass of water at her. “Drink,” he commanded.
Her hands shaking, she took the glass. It was filled with cold yogurt. She drank half, unable to finish, and whispered, “I’m full.”
Umar didn’t respond, his gaze fixed on her. She nervously continued drinking, her face twisting with effort, until she finished and waited for his next command.
