Makauniyar Kaddara Hausa Novel Complete
The cold rain hitting her body jolted her awake with a start. She sprang up, screaming when she realized someone was holding her.
Before she could make sense of the situation, a voice, unfamiliar to her, broke through the chaos. "Oh, Aunt Karima, so now the girl found in this state is being treated like this? I think she should have just ignored it, right?"
Furious, she snapped back, "Sallau! What do you mean you’re done? After you helped her get home, is there another person on the ground between you two?"
Sallau quickly scanned the few people around and the group of children who had followed him after he carried the girl into town, barely able to catch her breath. He responded, "Oh, Aunt Karima, if I help a girl, does that make me a villain? I've explained everything to you—I didn’t hide anything. I found her on the road, left her there, and walked in front of everyone.”
Baki, frowning and looking fearful, pointed to the door, "Well, here's the way out. Thank you for your help, it's a blessing."
Frustrated, Sallau stamped his foot and stormed out, muttering curses about Inna’s notorious behavior that everyone in the village knew about.
Meanwhile, the entire argument had unfolded beside the rain-soaked girl, who was writhing in pain from stomach cramps. The children and people in the hall stood frozen, watching the scene unfold. The women from the neighborhood wanted to help the girl, but the fear of Inna kept them from acting, lest anyone discover the shameful truth.
At that moment, an elderly man entered the house, carrying a bundle of straw on his head. The axe hanging from his shoulder clinked as he stepped inside. Surprised by the number of people there, he placed the bundle aside, his attention caught by the girl's soft sobs.
“Subhanallahi, Zinneerah!” he exclaimed in shock, rushing toward her. Despite her body being drenched in rain and streaked with red town soil, he reached out to pick her up, filled with even more fear. "Zinneerah! What happened to you? Where did you come from?"
Zinneerah, still disoriented, clung to him tightly, burying her face in his soiled clothes. Though she desperately wanted to speak, no words came out. The onlookers, too afraid of Inna, stayed silent. Inna, unaware of the old man’s arrival, continued her work in the kitchen, oblivious to everything around her.
The pain in Zinneerah’s stomach only worsened, and as she clung to the old man, she sighed in distress. With deep concern, he spoke again, “Zinneerah, are you alright?”
She lifted her head and, with great effort, managed to sit up. "Father," she murmured, glancing around at the others in the room, her gaze falling on Inna, who was busy tending to the fire. Fear was written all over Zinneerah’s face.
Before anyone could react, Inna stood up in anger, her son close behind. She grabbed the firewood and prepared to confront the situation. But before she could speak, everyone rushed out of the house to see what was happening.
Zinneerah, noticing the old man’s worried look, whispered, "Father, I’m hungry," her attention divided between him and Inna, who was chasing people out with the firewood.
Despite his own fear, the old man did not hesitate to respond. He stood, trembling, and said, “Wait, Zinneerah.”
He grabbed the buta, set it down, and looked back. From the direction where their wall had collapsed, he heard the sound of a tree bark. He knew that only one person could help Zinneerah with Asabe’s situation. Despite the gnawing hunger in his stomach, he didn't hesitate. He set off toward the village of Sanni, where his eldest daughter was getting married. It wasn’t far, separated only by a stream.
