Kwarton Manya Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

Zainabu had no fear at all. Her eyes were fixed on Ziza, a stubborn and playful girl, which was why people called her Ziza. Asabe, who was older than Zainabu, came forward boldly and said:

“Who are you talking to like that? Who gave your father the right to speak? You want to accuse me?”

Zainabu looked at all of them and replied,

“I’m talking to your mother!”

Then she burst into a mocking laugh and said,

“Everyone knows your character and mine. Zainabu doesn’t lie—she only speaks the truth. If I’m lying, your mother is right here.”

Asabe rushed toward her with a stick, while Ziza held Zainabu so she could be beaten. But they forgot Zainabu’s strength.

“Hahhh!” Zainabu laughed loudly.

As Asabe tried to strike her, Zainabu quickly pulled Ziza in front of her. The stick meant for Zainabu landed hard on Ziza’s chest.

Ziza screamed and fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

“Today, you’ll only kill your own mother, not me!” Zainabu mocked.

Asabe dropped the stick and ran to her mother, crying loudly.

Zainabu laughed again and said,

“No one can harm me unless Allah allows it!”

She continued boasting:

“You think I’ll run away because of one useless soldier? Even all the soldiers in the world are nothing to me! I’m not afraid of him… the only thing that scares me is his huge body and his eyes.”

“I’ll go back home. I won’t go to Nadiya’s house—I’m not on good terms with her.”

Asabe, still angry, rushed toward Zainabu again. Zainabu raised her hand and slapped her repeatedly—three strong slaps—landing the last one on her face.

Asabe screamed and crouched down in pain.

“Leave her,” Ziza said weakly, “she will meet someone stronger than her someday.”

Asabe lifted her swollen face and said,

“I swear you’ll regret this!”

“You called me ‘thing’?” Zainabu replied. “If not for mercy, you’d be in worse condition.”

She jumped over the fence and left.

Back at home, Umma was in the compound with Hansai. Hansai watched Zainabu silently, knowing her troublesome nature.

Umma asked,

“Zainabu, what’s wrong? Why are you running like this?”

Zainabu kept quiet, then said in her heart, “Me, afraid of a soldier? Never.”

Out loud, she replied,

“Who? I fear no one except Allah.”

Umma sighed and continued her work, waiting for Malam Auwalu to return.

Zainabu went into her room and stayed there until evening. After some time, she came out, performed ablution, and prayed.

During her prayer, she whispered:

“Ya Allah, I beg You, separate me from that man with those ‘Jewish-like eyes.’ Protect me from him. Let me never see him again in my life.”

Umma was surprised:

“Today Zainabu is making du’a?”

That night, Zainabu couldn’t sleep well. She kept waking up from nightmares about Habab—the man she nicknamed ‘the one with the strange eyes.’

Umma held her and prayed for her until morning, when she finally fell into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile…

“I swear by Allah!” Hajiya Luba said.

Alhaji Ahmadu interrupted her:

“Hajiya Luba, why are you swearing like a child? This is not proper.”

She replied firmly:

“I will not accept Habab marrying anyone except Sobreen. And if necessary, he must marry both!”

“I thought Habab would love Sobreen because of how much she loves him. Besides, Sobreen is like my own child—we share the same parents.”

Before he could continue, Habab, who was sitting quietly, spoke unexpectedly:

“Abba, I agree. I will marry both Sobreen and Zainabu.”

“Both?” Adda Raliya asked in shock.

“Yes.”

“Prepare everything—the bride price and arrangements. Abba, please don’t delay it.”

Alhaji Ahmadu was overjoyed:

“Alhamdulillah! Habab, you’ve made me proud.”

Raliya added:

“InshaAllah, I’ll travel to India tomorrow to get better wedding items.”

“May Allah bless you,” he replied.

They left the room, leaving Habab deep in thought—his mind filled only with Zainabu.

Sobreen later entered quietly, afraid of Raliya. She held Habab’s hand, tears rolling down her cheeks, but he didn’t even look at her.

She didn’t complain—she knew he wasn’t the type to comfort a woman.

Habab stood up and walked to a small corridor filled with books and drawing materials. He picked up crayons and began to draw silently.

Sobreen watched him quietly, tears still flowing.

Memories began to return to her mind…

“My name is Habab Ahmad…”