Rabuwa Ce Sanadi Cmp Complete Hausa Novel

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* RABUWA CE SANADI *

*_ BY QUEEN MEEMI_*

*©Mymounerh Basheer*

*®NWA*

*books by the author of*

*soyayya gamon Jini*

*Raheena*

*kishiyoyina*

*habibullah*

*noor ala noor*

*Na Aminta dake*

*gimbiya maimunatu*

*Akan kaskon suya*

*Zeenatu*

*Ashe haka so yake*

*Queenmeemi.WordPress.com*

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IN THE NAME OF ALLAH, THE MOST GRACIOUS, THE MOST MERCIFUL

*_Bunkure Local Government, in Kano State_*

The main road in the town of Bunkure was filled with people. Everyone who looked at their face was in a panic, while some were running, and some were lying down right beside a big truck where a girl could be seen.

A girl who could not have been more than 3 years old in this world was sitting beside a car, crying. Her whole body was trembling, and her crying would not come out properly because she had cried until she was exhausted.

Bang!!! Another loud sound rose, and people started running about. The girl, who had begun to doze off, woke up with a start and screamed. No one knew where she was running to; she ran like children do, with no one paying attention to her because everyone was busy with their own affairs. She kept calling for mommy and daddy. A car came speeding toward the place.

She ran toward it, banging on it, “Daddy! Daddy!” She was looking for her parents, but there was no sign of them. The place was in chaos, everyone busy with their own matter because of the bomb blast that had been heard, which had become like a test for one man. She turned and ran toward him, calling “Daddy.”

He turned in fear and saw her. Just as he was about to speak, the sound of gunfire began: tas! tas! tas! tas! You could hear it. Immediately, the place was thrown into smoke from every direction.

The girl, whose whole body was soaked with urine and whose mouth had blood in it, the man took off and began to run. The girl followed him, “Daddy! Daddy!” Soldiers rushed in, shooting. Immediately, the man took a turn, and the girl followed him, screaming. Where he hid, she went and stood, then leaned on him. “Daddy, momma.” He shoved her away and said, “Today I have seen trouble with you. Where are your parents? In all this chaos because of carelessness?” He pushed her aside and told her to leave the place. She went off running, turned another way, and staggered because of the pain she felt in her leg. A boy came charging in, panting, and went inside with her. She fell to the ground. As she was trying to get up, gunfire was aimed there. God saved her; she was not hit, but fear made her faint. Seeing this, pity seized the man. He came out from his hiding place, came and picked her up, and

bolted away running. He kept running until he got far and reached his parked car. He placed her in front of the car. It was a truck used for carrying goods. Four children saw me from the back of the car and kept crying. He looked at them and said, “Where are your parents?” One of them, the clever one, said, “We came here and hid.” The others did not say anything; they only cried. Their whole bodies were covered in dust, with a little blood on them. He shook his head and got into the car.

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*Mangalu Village*

He started the engine and sped off, taking the road to their village. The journey, which took an hour and a half, brought him to Mangalu village, which is under Bunkure Local Government. After he got to their village, he did not go anywhere else; he went straight to the motor park. He opened the car and got out. The children climbed down. He lowered them in front of the car and went to fetch the girl. He searched for the girl in vain; he searched the whole world and did not see her. Surprise was plain on his face.

“Could she be a jinn that snatched her away? I’m beginning to think it was a jinn—unless she came down on her own.”

He kept looking, but he did not see her.

The market king came running. “Malam Lado, what am I hearing in town? They say a bomb exploded in the town. Is it true?”

“Absolutely! That’s true, Market King. Even I was terrified by it, I was carrying goods to the market when we only heard the sound of the bomb blast. Wallahi, we saw a terrible scene there; people died there, and I barely escaped. Look, it was heartbreaking, even a girl I saw there—she kept crawling around looking for her parents. Then the girl kept following me. Feeling sorry for her made me pick her up. The strange thing is, when we got here, after I dropped the children, I looked and could not see her.”

“Allah is greatest, may He increase His protection,” the market king said. The four children, Malam Lado handed over to the market king to take them to the police station in Bunkure town, in case their parents could be found. The market king told one Dahiru to hold the children and give them food. He and Malam Lado went around searching for the girl, but they did not see her. They came back when the children had eaten and drunk their fill. Malam Lado unloaded them, and the market king got into the car.

As they reached the road, the market king suddenly spotted the girl by the roadside, with half a loaf of bread in her hand, eating and crying. He said, “Could that be the one from before?” Malam Lado said, “It is her.” The car stopped immediately and they got out. It was a pitiful sight.

Her body was burning with fever, so they picked her up. They went to the police station and reported the children missing because of the bomb blast. Their names were taken and their photos were taken. Since the market king’s house was there, the children were left at his house, while the police began broadcasting a notice seeking their parents. Malam Lado also went, and the market king informed him of everything as it happened.

. . January 2017 Queen Meemi

*©Mymouner Basheer*

In the evening, Malam Lado went home tired. When he entered the house, he found Gwamma plucking moringa leaves. She looked up and said, “Malam, today you were away for too long.”

He fetched water from the calabash and drank, then sat down on the bed where Gwamma was. He said, “Today we really struggled.” Then he told her the story. She held her chest and said, “Kai, but you have encountered good fortune. I had already heard that city life is not pleasant, and now it has come to this town.”

His face showed sorrow. He said, “Well, leave it, Gwamma. Allah will just make things better.” He looked at her again and said, “By the way, where is Jummai?”

Gwamma clicked her tongue. “You know Ayawoma? She never stays in this house as long as you have set foot and gone out.”

He smiled, because he was used to Gwamma’s habit of speaking ill of Jummai. Jummai’s greeting to enter…