Tame Gari 1 Complete Hausa Novel

“I swear by Allah, I will not agree unless I am paid my own share, even if it takes time.

You’ve really crossed the line, wallahi. You went back again and reported to Inna Yaseen—may you end up disgracing your father! From now on, every time you insult me and call me the daughter of a beggar who eats dust from the ground, I swear I will come to your house and beg for even your family’s tuwo.”

Shatu and the others standing nearby were only watching; they didn’t have the chance to speak. Dije had fiercely insulted their mothers, so they kept quiet—they couldn’t even say “sorry.” As for Hafsi, she was crying uncontrollably because she knew that if she went home today, her doom was sealed. Delu would beat her mercilessly and force her to go and beg for a new grinding stone. Each time she remembered this, she cried even harder.

Dije looked at her and said,

“Hey you, what did I ever do to you that you keep crying like this? If I hadn’t restrained myself, I would have smashed your mouth, you goat-eyed fool.”

Shatu came closer to her and said,

“You know Delu will beat her if she goes home. You know she has no mercy.”

Dije kept quiet for a while, as if she remembered something. Then she said,

“Well then, you brought this upon yourself since you provoked me. But don’t worry—listen—I know what we’ll do. Just apologize to me first.”

Quickly, Hafsi said,

“I’m sorry, please, for Allah’s sake.”

“Alright, I’ve heard you. What’s my name?”

“Aunty Dije.”

A wave of happiness flooded her heart because she loved that title—it sounded classy and prestigious. So she quickly said to Hafsi,

“Come on, let’s go to our house. If you don’t have a grinding stone, I’ll help you take one to Nika.”

Hafsi stood up immediately, knowing that if she delayed any longer, she’d be in serious trouble. So they quickly went to Dije’s house. When they arrived, Dije didn’t hide anything from Inna Saudi. She gave them a grinding stone, and they took it all the way home. Dije even escorted Hafsi back.

Delu was unusually quiet—almost as if she had lost her voice. She kept trying to provoke them, but since there was no physical beating nearby, Hafsi only received insults. She wasn’t beaten.

A Honda Accord LC drove into the town of Gawo. Because of the poor condition of the road—and judging by how much the occupants seemed to have traveled—there were two people inside the car: two handsome young men. Just by looking at them, you could tell they were people who sat comfortably on wealth and money.

The driver was steering as if he had been forced to drive. He then glanced at the other and said in a tired voice,

“Habeeb, wallahi I’m extremely tired. I just want us to get into this town and set camp at that old man’s place.”

The one called Habeeb smiled and said,

“Hmm, you too? Imagine me—I’ve traveled a lot already, and even today, it’s my desire to see that man of steel-hearted courage that made me follow you.”

“Hmmm… well, leave it. I think that old man is always praying for us—that’s why we never spend long without seeing him. Even Daddy talks about him all the time. Baba Malam is almost always on the road.”