Kukan Kurciya Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

KUKAN KURCIYA COMPLETE

She was walking, obstructing the road. You could tell, just by looking at her, that she was not in her right mind, for it was only Allah’s protection that was with her on that road. Her shoes were in her hands; she was a very beautiful, well-built woman, and her face showed signs of patience. A cry she let out made us turn our gaze toward her. She scooped up some dirt and flung it over herself, then cried out again, “I am Ameeda, the daughter of Malam Dauda and Iya Abu, their only child. I am the first, I am the youngest, the favored girl of begging.”

I do not know when tears began to fall down her cheeks. She staggered to the side and screamed again. I shook my head, because she stirred deep pity in me.

An adaidaita rider stopped for her. In the voice of a drunkard, she said, “Take me to my house.”

The adaidaita man frowned. “How am I supposed to know your house? Tell me the name of the area, madam.”

She fell silent as if thinking. After a while she looked up at him with her weak eyes and said, “Look, I’ve forgotten the name of our area, but let’s go and I’ll keep showing you the way.”

The adaidaita man clicked his tongue and said, “So am I also a fool like you or what?” He pulled away with his adaidaita and drove off.

She burst out laughing, pointing at his motorcycle. “Look at that crazy man. You think I’m telling you because my brain has been hit and isn’t working? Dizziness was already making her feel as though she would fall, so she quickly grabbed onto a car behind her.

To make a long story short, she stopped about three adaidaita drivers, but they refused to take her because she had forgotten the name of their area. With difficulty, one eventually carried her, and she kept showing him the way step by step until the gate of the house. She took two hundred from the cloth on her head and handed it to him. He accepted it, saying, “Keep the change, madam.”

She turned back to look at him, because she had already started to leave, and said, “My name is not madam, and go and keep the change, I’m giving you all of it,” she said with surprising strength.

The adaidaita man nodded in thanks and said, “Oh Allah, guide you, do you hear?”

We, who followed behind them, said, “Amin, ya Rabb.”

She entered the house stumbling, and Iya Abu, who was in the courtyard working, looked at her with anger.

Ameeda collapsed in front of her and said, “Iya, help me with food, wallahi my stomach feels as if thieves from the whole world have stolen from it.”

Iya Abu glared at her. “You cursed thing, don’t ruin my mood. If you want food, go back and get it from where you came from. If you have gone and forgotten me, then by Allah your body will tell you now if that is not the case.”

Ameeda burst out laughing and even stamped the ground. She said, “Iya, there are many cursed people, and you too are cursed. I am sure that before your parents died, they cursed you with their blessings.”

Before she could finish, Iya Abu began beating her as though Allah had sent her. Ameeda only screamed and shrieked, hurling insults, and the neighbors heard them. No one looked out, let alone came in to rescue her, because if they were used to it, they were used to it. There was no civilized person who would not beat Ameeda, unless she had not slept in the house, because sometimes she did not sleep at home.

Iya Abu beat her thoroughly, until she saw that even the fingers of Ameeda’s hand were no longer moving, and then she left her, continuing to curse her and pray that blessings be removed from her daughter.

It was in that state that Malam Dauda came in and found them. We thought some leniency would come from him, but instead we heard him saying, “That bastard has only now come back home?”

Iya Abu, burning with anger, snorted and said, “Now she has come back to come and misbehave with me, you know this bastard.”

He then did the same, lifted his foot, and kicked Ameeda, who was lying on the ground. “You wretch, get up and make way for people. You’re only being stubborn like a stubborn donkey, you worthless girl.”

I closed my eyes and opened them again after hearing the terrible words parents were saying to their daughter. Truly, Ameeda must have been ruined if this was how her parents treated her from childhood.

As for Ameeda, she was lying there and did not move at all, much less reply to her father’s words or obey his command. Water was fetched and sprinkled on her; she opened her eyes with difficulty. He said, “I’m not missing, get up. Why are you sitting there staring at me?” Ameeda stretched out her hand to him and said, “Please help me to the room, Baba, wallahi my whole body is sore. That old woman beat me badly.” He lifted his leg and kicked her hard while cursing and abusing her. She pulled her hand back and said, “So you don’t want me to get up? Because as for me, I cannot get up.” Even while she was speaking, she spoke like someone who had been beaten senseless.

They ignored her and went on with their affairs. It was only when she felt the sun beginning to beat her that she dragged herself, with difficulty, into her room. At the doorway of the room she lay down where she was.................

Ameeda is the daughter of Malam Dauda. Iya Abu is her mother. She is their only child whom Allah granted them. They spent a long time praying day and night for a child, and Allah blessed them with Ameeda. They showed her love and affection beyond measure, and that made her grow up spoiled. She attended school up to secondary level and was hardworking. She received a reasonable upbringing from her parents.

Ameeda began selling goods on the street from a very young age, because of her mother’s extreme love of money. Her father, Malam Dauda, did not like the selling that was placed on her, to the point that he could not say anything, because Iya Abu had completely taken him over; there was nothing he did except what she said.

Ameeda was very beautiful, with a long nose. She was also very patient and timid.

Despite the favor her parents showed her, this did not stop her mother from beating and insulting her daughter. For a small thing Ameeda did, her mother would shower her with beatings and abuse, especially if she went and did not sell her goods for her. That day was trouble indeed.

Ameeda’s beauty made her popular among young men, poor and rich alike. If you saw cars lined up in front of their house, you would think a gathering was taking place. Anyone who came had to be attended to, especially if he had a car. If she refused to go, her mother would begin cursing her and mocking her, saying her father was poor and she should go and marry a poor man too, so they would remain in poverty forever.

These words burned Ameeda’s heart, but there was nothing she could do because that was her mother.

Day broke and night came, and a young man named Naseer entered Ameeda’s life. Naseer was the son of a very rich man, and he too had been spoiled.