Sanin Gaibu Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

She moved aside, picked up her cup, and went back to squat by the wall, crying as tears streamed down her face.

She raised her bright eyes and looked at their father as he came in. He stood looking around the courtyard and said, “Wallahi, every time I look at Sa’adatu, I feel ashamed, especially when she goes out among people and they point at us. I feel disgraced. That is why I do not like her going around with those strange eyes of hers.”

He clicked his tongue and added, “Larai, pour me that pap, and make sure they get ready for school. If Allah tests you with a dark destiny like this, what can you do? Tell me, how is she even supposed to understand school?”

He smacked his lips as he looked at the woman coming out of the kitchen. She glanced at where the girl was for a moment, then said to him, “A servant can never escape his destiny, Malam. She did not buy this condition for herself, and even so, it should not make us hate her.”

She said this as she walked past him.

He clicked his tongue and said, “Just like that, I ended up with a disabled child among my children.”

“Then go and say that to the Lord who gave her to you,” she replied, and he picked up a cane and headed toward the girl.

When she saw him holding the cane, she dropped the cup of porridge from her hand and jumped up. In anger he widened his eyes and called her siblings:

“Harirah! Rabi!”

They came out wearing their uniforms, white clothes with hijabs down to their thighs.

“Yes, Baffa.”

“Give her her clothes too so she can follow you, since this nonsense is all hypocrisy anyway. Let her go, though I know she will never understand anything.”

“Please, Malam, what has Sa’a done to you? As for that school, wallahi, whether you like it or not, she must go.”

“Assalamu alaikum, is everything alright?”

“Yaya, wa alaikumus salam. Alhamdulillah. Thank God you are back. Wallahi, I do not know what to do with Malam over Sa’a.”

The woman looked at him, and from her face you could tell she was deeply angry.

She nodded and then went over to the girl called Sa’adatu.

“Get up and get ready. I already asked Hansiya to sew your clothes.”

Sa’adatu smiled as she wiped away her tears.

“Innah, Laminde, we will be late.”

“Go ahead, I will bring her.”

“You will not leave with my permission, I am telling you now,” Malam said, shaking out his flowing gown.

She turned and said to him, “If you ever see me not going out, then know that I am no longer breathing. Leaving is a must.”

She took Sa’a by the hand, led her to the bathroom, and washed her. As they were about to leave, Sa’a held her hand tightly. She winked one eye at her and seemed to be pleading silently that she should simply bathe her, please.

Laminde smiled and said, “Sa’ade, you really will be late.”

Then she fetched more water and bathed her properly. After that she brought her out and dressed her. Taking her veil, she said, “Larai, let me take Sa’a to school.”

“Alright, Yaya, come back soon.”

She did not see Malam inside the house, meaning he must be outside at the entrance. When she stepped out, she found him there with some of their male neighbors.

She walked past them without speaking to him.

“Aminu, when Sa’ade grows up, why don’t you marry her off? Since you can see her mother knows nothing about prosperity.”

He looked at the man before replying, “Ilya, nobody will marry Sa’adatu. Even I myself know that among all my children there is none as beautiful as she is, and there may never be another like her. But what pains me is the mistake of her being born in my house. My greatest mistake was telling her mother that the girl should go begging so we could make money, yet that stubborn woman tempted me with the wealth they were bringing in.”

They were silent for a while before Malam Musa said, “And Laminde too did not do well. She should not have reported you to the village head. Because I know if you had both gotten that wealth, you both would have enjoyed it, not you alone. Who knows, maybe you might even have gone on Hajj.”

Malam Aminu spat to the side and said, “Even that village head is just a hypocrite. I only spoke, and the next thing I saw was guards all over me, saying they had come from the house of the district head of Binji.”

He spat again as he stared down the road they had taken, remembering the humiliation he had suffered. Then he heard someone say that more teachers would be added to their school.

“Truly, the village head humiliated me, with the support of the district head. After all the trust between us over the years, just because Laminde reported me over her disabled daughter, he sat there and scolded me as if he were braiding my hair, even saying I had no faith. Who would accept having a disabled child? And the painful thing is, I did not stop her from anything. She would only have begged and we would have gotten luxury items, but her mother stopped us. I just know that if she had gone, what would we not have gained?”

“Hey, Malam Aminu, fear Allah. After she was born, she became sick. She was not born like that.”

“Yes, what is the difference between wrestling and fighting? Tell me, what is the difference? Whether she was born like that or became like that later, it is all the same. Nothing hurts me more than the money I wasted following traditional healers, and on top of that I was also made to pay for Laminde. Allah is enough for me,” he said, sounding as though he might cry.

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Inna Laminde accompanied Sa’ade all the way to the classroom door. Then she peeped inside and said, “Teacher, please forgive her for being late.”

“It is alright, Innah.”

“Thank you very much.”

Then she pointed inside the classroom. Sa’ade held her small bag made from a cement sack, containing only three books, and sat down. Her mother peeped at her and waved.

Sa’ade pouted as if she was about to cry, because she still did not want to stay. Inna smiled and left the school.

Slowly, tears began to fall from her eyes. She pitied Sa’a’s life. She was still very young, yet facing such a heavy matter. But as Uwani, the village head’s wife, had told her, she would have to stand by Sa’a herself.

Originally they were from the town of Maikulki, or rather they had long been residents there. They were Fulani people from the Sahara region, because their appearance was more like that of the Bororo. But they were light-skinned, not the darker Fulani. Though they used to move around with livestock before settling in the town of Maikulki in Binji Local Government Area, the town...

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It was a town full of blessings. By the time they came to the town, she had been a newlywed bride, and that was almost forty years ago. She had six children with Malam Aminu, three boys and three girls. Her co-wife, Larai, had five children.

Inna Laminde’s children were the eldest: Zakari Ya’u, whom they called Ya’u; then Yusuf, whom they called Dabo; then Ibrahim, called Iro; then Alaweeyah, called Addah Weeyah; then Shamsiyah, whom they called Maman Sailuba; and finally the youngest, whose birth came unexpectedly. They had thought they were done after Shamsiyah, especially because she had already grown so much, nearly ten years old, before their last child, Sa’ade, was born.

Ya’u was living in Sokoto with his family. By Allah’s grace, and because of the courage of his mother, Ya’u was able to get a Western education, while they were already learning Islamic knowledge anyway. It was the Western education that Malam Aminu had refused to provide for them, saying they should instead use their herding stick and be useful with it.

Only Allah knows the hardship Inna Laminde went through for her children. She even washed clothes for people, because her wish was for her children to receive an education. Alhamdulillah, Allah helped her. After Ya’u earned a diploma in journalism, a radio station in Sokoto employed him. Yusuf too was continuing his studies, having been admitted to Usmanu Danfodiyo University, where he was in the field of science and technology.

As for Iro, he went into business. After secondary school he abandoned Western education, but Allah blessed his trade. He lived in Binji, where he carried out his business.

By the will of Allah, all the children knew the hardship their mother had endured. That is why there was no one they truly recognized above her. As for her room and even the clothes she wore, wallahi, you would think she was a wealthy noblewoman, yet she was nobody of high worldly rank. Every end of the month, all of them would make their way back to Maikulki. This pained Malam Aminu terribly. Even though he tried to stop them from honoring her, the children never ignored him completely. Anything they did for their mother, they also did for him. He too lived on her blessing.

It was not a small matter. When the children said they wanted to attend school instead of herding cattle, he said then she herself should go and herd for him. She agreed to it, and it was a friend of hers, the village head’s wife, who advised her to enroll the children in Western school, because there was no benefit in allowing them to wander in the bush in the name of cattle rearing.

She agreed, and that was when the problems with Malam Aminu began. Even after Sa’ade was born, the girl grew up surrounded by the care and love of her siblings, especially Addah Weeyah, who was almost of marriageable age. She too had gone to school up to JSS3 before her father put his foot down and said he would not hear of it anymore, even though he openly favored Larai’s children over Inna Laminde’s.

Larai’s children were Yakubu, Jamilu, Ikilima, who was married, then Harirah and Rabi. Ikilima was married in Binji, in the house of the Fulani chief. That was because Larai her mother was from a noble family.

Malam Aminu was very handsome. If you saw him, you would never believe he had fathered as many as eleven children. Inna Laminde too was beautiful, with the beauty of an original Somali Fulani woman.

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