Rabuwa Ce Sanadi Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The main road in the town of Bunkure was filled with people. Everyone had a tense expression on their face. Some were running, while others were lying on the ground near a big truck. I saw a little girl there.

The girl, who was not more than 3 years old, was sitting beside a vehicle screaming. Her whole body was shaking. She had cried so much that she had no strength left, and her voice could no longer come out properly.

Suddenly—boom!! Another explosion sounded. People began running in panic. The little girl, who had started to feel sleepy from crying, suddenly woke up in fear and screamed loudly. She ran aimlessly like a child, calling for “Mummy! Daddy!”

A car came rushing into the area. She ran toward it shouting “Daddy! Daddy!” looking for her parents, but there was no sign of them anywhere. The place was in chaos, everyone running for their lives due to the bomb blast, which felt like a curse upon the people.

In confusion, she ran toward a man, crying “Daddy!” The soldiers were also coming in with guns, firing rapidly: “tas! tas! tas!”

The man quickly turned and saw her in fear. He was about to speak when gunshots filled the air again, and the place became filled with smoke everywhere.

The little girl was soaked with urine from fear, and blood was coming from her mouth. The man panicked and ran away. The girl followed him, still crying “Daddy! Daddy!”

She reached him and held him, saying “Daddy, Mama.” He pushed her away and shouted, “Today I have seen trouble! Where are your parents? Why are you here during this chaos caused by negligence?” He pushed her away and told her to leave.

She ran off again, staggering from pain in her leg. A boy ran into her while gasping for breath, and she fell to the ground. Just as she tried to get up, another gunshot was fired, but by God’s mercy, she was not hit. However, fear made her faint.

Seeing this, the man felt pity for her. He came out from hiding, carried her, and ran away with her.

He kept running until he reached his parked vehicle. It was a transport vehicle carrying four children. They were all crying loudly. He looked at them and asked, “Where are your parents?”

One of them, the most intelligent, replied, “We came here and hid.”

The others could not speak; they were only crying. Their bodies were covered in dust and a little blood. He shook his head and entered the vehicle.

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He drove quickly toward his village. After about one and a half hours, he arrived at Mangalu village, under Bunkure Local Government Area.

He did not go anywhere else but went straight to the motor park. He brought the children down from the vehicle and looked for the little girl—but she was nowhere to be found.

A clear look of confusion appeared on his face.

“Could she be a spirit? I feel like she is not human… or maybe she disappeared,” he said to himself, still searching, but he could not find her anywhere.

Then the market leader arrived in a hurry and asked, “Mallam Lado, what is happening in town? Is it true there was a bomb blast?”

“Yes, it is true,” Mallam Lado replied. “Even me, I was terrified. I was carrying goods to the market when we suddenly heard the explosion. People died there. I barely escaped. I even saw a little girl crying and looking for her parents. I picked her up, but now I cannot find her again.”

The market leader said, “Allahu Akbar… may Allah protect us.”

Mallam Lado gave the four children to a man named Dahiru and told him to take them to the police station in Bunkure so their parents could be found.

The market leader then instructed that the children be given food and taken care of.

They continued searching for the little girl, but she was nowhere to be found.

Later, after feeding and resting the children, Mallam Lado and the market leader gave up the search and returned.