Kuruciyar Minal Part One Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

KURUCIYAR MINAL

1 - CHAPTER 1-10

* CHAPTER 1 *

Amina was sitting on her battered mattress, as if someone had stepped on a brake; there was no need for me to talk about her bed. Beside her was a bowl with a leftover smelly, stinky tuwo and kuka soup, which looked as though she hadn’t taken the bowl out since yesterday.

She was crying her eyes out, as if her soul was about to leave her body.

Her aunt came into the room to see what was wrong. Today her spoiled child was quiet and hadn’t come out to do any work? She stood stunned when she saw what was happening.

There was something about this spoiled girl—only she could be like this; if not, how could a person sit alone crying for no reason?

Her aunt let out a loud salati, as though the scholarly imam had been caught with a prostitute, and said, “What am I seeing like this, Aminatu? What has happened? Who touched my wrapper? Why are you crying?”

Only then did Amina raise her head and begin to speak in sobs, saying, “Inna, please forgive me, and beg my younger sister Deejeh to forgive me too. The meal I took from her, let her forgive me. I’ve stopped beating her, and... and I won’t spill her food again, and by Allah I will never snatch her bicycle again. I promise I’ll pay her back even the 50 naira I made her lose for all the disrespect I’ve been doing. Allah, I’ve stopped! By Allah, I’ve stopped!” and she burst into tears again.

Her aunt stared at her in astonishment. So today Amina was asking for forgiveness and even calling Deejeh her younger sister? Indeed, rain and ice would fall.

Her aunt said, “All right, spoiled child, be quiet and let me know what happened. What is it? What has happened?”

Minal said, “Inna, by God, I had a dream that I had been struck by laser fever and I was going to die!”

Her aunt said, “Look at her now—someone will say she has only been touched by filthy dirt. When was the last time you bathed? Do you think you’ve done yourself any good?”

She burst into tears again and said, “It’s only been five days!”

Her aunt said, “Aren’t you ashamed to say that? This isn’t laser fever; even Ebola would catch you.”

She cried harder, kicking and writhing, and said, “Ah, Inna, so you don’t love me after all?”

“And besides, even though I don’t bathe, I do change my pant, you know.”

Her aunt said, “Shut that mouth of yours before you bring our neighbors around here. Your breath has filled me with its smell already.”

“Get up, go and wash your mouth, and bathe.”

She screamed and began kicking and rolling on the ground.

Then her aunt coaxed her and said that a dream was not reality... in the end she gave in. Her aunt then told her to go and bathe and eat because today she was going to write her final exam in school, and next term they would be doing WAEC. In the end, she agreed and got ready.

As she was about to leave, she said, “Inna, did you remember that 100 naira I once borrowed from you?”

Her aunt said, “When?”.

She said, “That time when we first started our exams.”

Her aunt said, “I remember. Please leave it.”

Her aunt said, “Ah, my child, how much have I given you in all this time?”

Tuwalle said, “Yes oo, so it wasn’t for Allah that you gave it to me, Inna?! Shame, wallahi, I won’t leave until you give me that money.”

Her aunt said, “You addict, you’re too much. She loosened the knot of her wrapper and handed her a worn two hundred naira note, saying, ‘Here, and bring me change, because this is all I have.’ Her aunt sighed, even though she knew it would be difficult for her to bring the change.

Minal frowned before taking it, saying, “Fine then, I need the money, and if I don’t need it, I won’t take that old money.”

Then she hugged her aunt as if it were real, and left, saying she would come back later before going to pay a visit to their friend Zaliha’s house on her way to school.

When break time came, she jumped over the school fence and went to buy bread in the market with all the money, then gave it in charity to almajirai, praying that Allah would continue to bless and protect her parents.

(Although Amina was rude and disrespectful to anyone who provoked her, she was very compassionate toward her parents, because her dirtiness was connected to that. She said that if soap and her perfume had not finished, her parents would not need to spend money buying more, which is why she only bathed twice a week. Inna had already grown tired of talking to her about it.)

Amina Yusuf was a girl of 18–19 years. She was very fair-skinned, with a nose that was properly shaped, an 8-figure body, average height, and eyes that were sexy eyes; her hair, there is no need to talk about it.

Her father, Mallam Yusuf, better known as “the father of all,” was a carpenter. He was not wealthy, but he had enough to live on, and everyone in the neighborhood respected him greatly, both adults and children.

Originally, he was from the Fulanin Taraba, and he had lost everyone he knew because of a fire when he was 18. He lived on his own until he reached 25, and then he came to Kano to settle, where he met Falmata, whom they called Inna, a Kanuri woman from Borno who made women’s beauty preparations and sold incense in Kano. They married, and later moved to Kaduna to live, where they were in Malali. There, Inna gave birth to her first child, Abubakar, who is now doing his project at ABU, but he supports himself in order to reduce the burden on his parents, and he also runs errands for them whenever he is able, since he is not idle.

After that, Inna did not have another child until eight years later, when she gave birth to Amina, who was a troublesome, sharp-tongued girl, always looking for something to say, full of insolence, but she was a coward when it came to trouble; still, she held firmly to her religion, even if people did not understand it.

Later, Inna gave birth to Khadijah, who is the youngest and is 12 years old.

That is that.

Follow me to hear the continuation of Minal’s childhood.

26th April 2019

Love you all

Mzz Untichlobanty

[1/11, 1:06 AM] Mzz_Untichlobanty :

* CHAPTER 2 *

*AFTER SOME TIME, WHEN MINAL’S EXAM RESULTS WERE WRITTEN*

*Morning*

Minal was holding her results in her hand. Miftahu (Hannatu’s younger brother; we will see him later #chapter 8) said, “These big, educated people have already gone to collect the results, huh? I hope this time too they didn’t take the first position.” Minal pounced on him and punched his mouth, saying, “Nothing at all, school belongs to me. Others can keep wandering around in vain.” Just then, Sani (Bilkisu’s son; we will also see her later #chapter 8) slapped Minal across the face. She turned and said...