Zaman Aure Complete Hausa Novel

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Thanks be to Allah, the Most High, who granted me the ability to bring you my new novel called ZAMAN AURE. I pray that Allah grants me the ability to write correctly and saves my hands from writing mistakes.

Introduction

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You heard nothing except the barking of dogs that had surrounded the neighborhood, and the sound of the generator that had been turned on in the house at the end of the street. Every household had returned inside and locked their doors except Kamal’s house, because up to that time he had not returned.

Sakna was sitting there with her head bowed heavily in her hands. From time to time she looked at the clock fixed on the wall of her bedroom. She shrank into the far end of the bed, wiping away tears from time to time. Then she heard a terrible horn blast; she sprang up and lifted the curtain of the window to see. She saw him rushing out of his room to go and open the gate for Kamal, who drove in at full speed. She dropped the curtain, came out, and went into their large parlor decorated in blue and silver. She found a place and sat down to wait for Kamal to come in.

It was a long time before he came out of the car, staggering, barely able to open his eyes because of the heaviness and terrible force of what had overcome him. He struck the parlor door hard, and that frightened Sakna. She quickly went toward him and began to welcome him, saying, “Innalillahi wa inna ilayhi raji’un.

“Kamal, welcome.”

He shoved her aside and she staggered as though she were going to fall. In a slurred, drunken voice he began to speak.

“Sakna, don’t ever call me Kamal. Call me Bobson. What are you waiting for? Why haven’t you gone to bed? Hey, are you standing there gossiping or what?”

As soon as he said that, he vomited on her. A horrible stench hit her nose, and at once she let out a pitiful cry. The parlor clock struck 1:00 a.m.

Labiba was seated in a grand parlor, fully made up, chewing gum and moving her body coquettishly. A handsome young man opened a door and came out of a room near her, came over, and sat beside her. He kissed her on the neck, but she turned her head away in confusion. He began speaking to her.

“What now, Labiba? Or is it the food I cooked for you that you don’t like? You know your anger is trouble in Jameel’s life.”

In a playful, sulky manner she began to speak.

“Jameel, I really don’t want you to go out and leave me. I’m afraid, and if you don’t give me food before you leave...”

“Please, Labiba, forgive me. Eat on your own. You know I came late to work, and I still have work in the office.”

“Alright, Jameel, go, but I swear I won’t eat honestly.”

He held his briefcase, put it down, stood up, and brought the food containers from the dining area and placed them before Labiba. He served her and began feeding her by hand until she was full. Then he cleared everything away, took it to the kitchen, and around 9:30 a.m. he left for the office, while she lay down as she pleased.

As for Abdul Malik, he was sitting down, and beside him was Ruhaima, showering him with sweet flirtation. He looked at her and winked, then said,

“Ruhaima, stop hurting yourself over me calling that girl on the phone. Keep it in your mind that Malik is yours alone.”

“That’s what you say every day, but you still can’t put her in her place.”

“Don’t worry, you hear me, wife of B. Malik.”

The greeting of Hajia Abdul Malik interrupted what Ruhaima was about to say, and her heart began to pound. She fixed her eyes on Malik; he too was looking at her.

As for Hafeez’s house, he had been preparing since morning to return to Kaduna, where he worked. He turned his gaze to his wife, Areefa, who was busy pouting and sulking. He smiled, then came close to her, cupped her face, and said,

“Come on, Areefa, what kind of anger is this? Would you prefer I stay home and not go out to search for the sustenance I’ll bring you?”

She was silent as though she would not answer. Then she sighed and said,

“I’m not stopping you from seeking provision, but you know how you treat me is not good at all, don’t you? Or have you forgotten that I am also a human being who needs a life partner like every woman who has a husband? Truly, Hafeez, I’m beginning to worry. I swear, you are putting my life in danger. So after you come home and leave again, is that the kind of married life we are living? Honestly, take me with you.”

“Hmmm, Areefa, listen, if I take you along, what about your school? Please be patient; this time I won’t be long, you hear me.”

There he coaxed her until she calmed down. He bade her farewell and left after leaving her three bundles of 200 notes. As he was going out, his phone began to ring. He answered it, smiling.

“I’m on my way now; I’m almost arriving in Kaduna.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he ended the call and let out a breath.

[9:54Pm, 2018]

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