Kyawuna Jarabta Ta Novel Complete
In Mami's heart angrily threw the rag she was holding to the ground, muttering, "What does this girl think she’s doing, leaving me because of Dadyn Hamad? She has no shame!" With frustration etched across her face, she stormed toward the door. There, she found Abba, who had been silently observing her since the commotion began.
"Where are you going?" he asked firmly.
Mami froze in place, staring at him but saying nothing. Abba gestured for her to follow him to his bedroom. Once inside, he commanded, “Go back and finish what you were doing.”
"But—" she began.
"No buts. I said go back and finish what you were doing." His tone brooked no argument, and the sternness in his expression silenced her protests. Reluctantly, she turned and left, her heart heavy with unspoken words. Abba sat down, opened his newspaper, and resumed reading, his face betraying nothing of his mood.
In her room, Mami threw herself onto the bed, weeping bitterly. The tears didn’t stop for nearly an hour until exhaustion overcame her, and she drifted into a restless sleep. Later, the noise of movement woke her. Groggily, she opened her eyes and saw Nana and Hawwa, who had returned from school, already removing their uniforms. Both were sweating from the heat.
"Nana," Mami murmured sleepily, “you’re back from school?”
"Yes, we’re back," Nana replied, grabbing a sheet to wrap herself in before heading to the bathroom.
"Welcome back," Mami said softly, watching as Hawwa stood by the window, seemingly lost in thought. Without a word, Hawwa eventually walked out of the room.
Moments later, the door opened again, and Aneela, Mami’s younger sister, entered, followed by Du’a, Muhammad, and Mudasir—Mami’s four children. Their mother, Mum, was the mother of Hammad, Nana, Hawwa, Amal, and Asiya, making their blended family complex and lively.
Aneela, unlike Du’a, didn’t resemble their mother much, but she was strikingly beautiful in her own right. Nana, the family’s ebony-skinned beauty, was equally captivating, though her personality was much different. As Mami sat on the bed, Aneela joined her and teased, “You cried because you didn’t go to school with us, didn’t you?”
Hawwa, now back in the room and scrolling through her phone, added bluntly, “You can cry all you want, but Abba already said you’re not allowed past the gate.”
Aneela shot Hawwa a reproachful look, then gently touched Mami’s cheek. "Don’t cry anymore, Du’a," she said softly. “Today, Malam explained a verse to us in class. It says that whoever trusts in Allah, He will be enough for them. Put your trust in Him, and I promise, things will change. One day, Abba will allow you to go to school like us.”
Her words brought a small smile to Mami’s face. Aneela, with her radiant smile, could brighten anyone’s day.
"Shall I bring us some food so we can eat together?" Aneela asked. Mami nodded, and Aneela left the room. Slowly, Mami got up, intending to perform her ablution. Despite her sadness, she prepared herself for prayer. Hawwa, meanwhile, was sulking—her usual mood when she felt ignored. She had always been messy, and her careless habits frustrated her siblings, especially Nana, the eldest, who often had to clean up after her.
After her prayers, Mami joined Aneela to share the meal, eating quietly while Nana chatted animatedly on the phone with her fiancé. They ate peacefully, and afterward, Aneela took their plates to the kitchen. The house bustled with activity as the other children returned from various errands.
Later that evening, Mum returned from the market with a cart of kitchen supplies, much to the children’s excitement. They gathered around her as she stored the items, while Abba observed from a distance. Preparations began for the dinner party Abba was hosting for his colleagues and their families. The children were called to help in the kitchen, except for Mami, who remained alone in the room.
As Maghrib approached, the delicious aroma of food filled the air. Mami, feeling restless, decided to freshen up. She took her towel, performed ablution, and returned to the room just as Nana and Hawwa walked in, sweating from their chores.
Mami looked up at Nana and asked curiously, “Oh Nana, what have you been doing?”
