Kiran Rabo Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

“You cursed rascal, that’s how your life will end. Children have become worthless because their parents fail to control them.”

“Please stop saying such things. When you insult other people’s children, it is as if you are insulting your own. We have children too, please stop—it is not a good habit.”

She sighed as memories from years ago came back to her. Only now did she truly understand the harm in the kinds of words parents sometimes say about children who are not theirs. Now she understood why her mother always scolded her father whenever he insulted other people’s children.

Indeed, now she understood—because the situation had turned around on her.

She was sitting in the small courtyard of the house on a large prayer mat. A man sat with her, but her mind was far away, lost in memories of the past because the topic had brought those thoughts back. Anyone seeing them would assume they were having a casual conversation, like young couples do, or like widows chatting with men.

From the way she watched him speak, it was obvious that his words did not please her at all. Her usually cheerful face had completely changed, tightening with irritation as his words continued to sting her.

He too looked at her confidently as he delivered the message that was in his heart, because it was exactly what he felt and he believed she had to know.

She was a grown woman, around thirty-five years old. Her skin was fair with a slight reddish glow. She had bright, captivating eyes that immediately drew attention. Her long nose added elegance to her face. Looking at her directly, you would hardly believe her real age because of her small, graceful body and the natural beauty that made her appear younger than she actually was.

When Muktar finished speaking, she gave a bitter smile—the kind of smile more painful than crying—and looked at the man sitting beside her.

“So what you are thinking about me is exactly this?” she asked softly.

He smiled and replied,

“It’s obvious, Aysha. You know I truly wanted to marry you. But the rumors spreading about you… I don’t think my parents will ever accept the marriage. That’s why I came so we could end this once and for all.”

“So you came here to tell me you have cancelled the marriage?” she asked while staring at him. Although this was not the first time such a thing had happened, the way he was speaking still surprised her.

“Something like that,” he replied.

She shook her head and said calmly,

“Then you should get up and go back the way you came. You have delivered the message you wanted to deliver, haven’t you?”

He stared at her face and said,

“I’m sorry. It’s not really from me. But when people talk too much about someone, even if you want a relationship with that person, you must step back. I wanted to marry you, but the story has spread everywhere. Some people even say the reason you are not married is because your younger brother Omar does everything for you that a husband would normally do for his wife.”

Her eyes hardened as she replied sharply,

“Don’t ever speak about my brother again. Just leave since you have already cancelled the marriage, right?”

She spoke without much emotion because she was already used to men backing out of marrying her.

He laughed mockingly and said,

“They told me you would defend him. They said no matter what anyone says you will never see his faults. Truly, you love your brother. That little boy who has terrorized people all over Kano—and you are angry just because someone mentioned it. Humans simply hate the truth.”

“Are you finished?”

Both of them turned at the same time toward the direction where the voice came from. Their hearts skipped a beat instantly.

Aysha widened her eyes when she saw who it was. She never wanted him to hear that conversation. Now a small issue could easily turn into something serious.

He was sitting on a small raised edge by the entrance of the house, crossing his legs. A large knife was in his hand, and he was slowly rubbing it while looking down as if he had not spoken at all.

Then he raised his eyes and threw a cold look at Muktar. Immediately Muktar’s heart sank in fear. The look he gave him was filled with contempt and menace as he chewed his lips angrily. Calmly, he began scraping the knife against a small stone beside him in a dangerous, threatening manner.

He was a young man not older than thirty. With one glance you could tell he and Aysha were related, although his own beauty appeared even more striking. They resembled each other except for the natural difference between male and female.

He was tall, strongly built, and naturally handsome. The moment you looked at him you could sense his intimidating presence—one that could make someone lower their eyes in fear. He was a man’s man, powerful and solid. Anyone could swear that Aysha was the younger sibling because he looked every bit like the older protector.

His skin was very fair and glowing. His clothes were tight enough to reveal his bright skin, which seemed even lighter than his face.

He had large, fierce eyes, wide and intimidating. When he opened them fully while speaking, they almost seemed to pop out because of their size. Anyone who looked into those eyes once might hesitate to look again, especially when he was angry.

His nose was well-shaped—not too long and not short. His face was covered with thick black beard hair that hid his youthful appearance and gave him a commanding presence.

His hair was full and slightly loose on his head. At first glance one might mistake it for Fulani or Tuareg-like hair, because it did not resemble typical Hausa hair. His eyebrows were thick and dark, and his face carried heavy facial hair that showed he did not care much about grooming.

This was OMAR.

Also known by many nicknames: Damisa (Leopard), Madugu (The Leader), and Jan Wuya (Red Neck).

He was a top-level street enforcer, a thug with powerful political backing. Though he carried out his activities with some organization, he was one of the most feared figures in Kano.

Across the entire Kofar Nasarawa area, he was the undisputed leader. No thug could operate there without his knowledge. Because of his presence, people were afraid to cause trouble. Even theft rarely happened in the neighborhood because if Omar decided to take revenge, he never held back.

In the past he had fought many violent battles. Although he had never killed anyone, he had come very close to it several times. Recently he had changed his approach and style of operation, which made some people think he was no longer truly a thug.

Seeing that Muktar was terrified by Omar’s appearance, Aysha ordered firmly,

“Omar, get up and go inside. This does not concern you.”

When he heard his sister’s command, he stood up and looked at her. Then he stepped closer as if he intended to pass by her—but suddenly he grabbed Muktar by the neck and lifted him to his feet.

Muktar’s whole body began shaking. He stared at Omar trembling, because he had already heard that when it came to his sister, there was nothing Omar would not do.

Omar looked directly into his eyes and said in a deep, commanding voice:

“Repeat what you just said to her. I want to hear it.”

Muktar trembled violently. Fear filled him so much that he felt like he might even urinate. His tongue refused to move and he could not say a single word.