Iman Hausa Novel By Khaleesat Haiydar Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chap 13 ‎ ☘☘☘☘☘☘☘☘ Author's POV :- Hadia was sitting with her mom and dad. Haris was in the office. Somia was in her room talking to her parents. Hadia said to her parents "Mom Dad!! Once Somia said to me that she will make bhai fall in love with Aima . She is such a nice girl . Here she is not actually acting like Aima but also trying to make their future beautiful . Since the day she came to our mansion. This mansion started looking like home, full of life . I wish Aima was like Somia but its not true. "Hadia

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Amirah rolled her eyes at Maman Balele's change in behavior, she wasn't surprised, she made it clear how much she hated Hajiya. Aunty amarya laughed, "haba, didn't I come to see you just last week?" The woman scoffed, "that's long still, Khadijah come and hug this old woman's bones. I might reek of old age and staleness but at least not of evilness." She said looking pointedly at Hajiya who was sitting opposite her. Amirah moved shifted further from Maman Balele when Khadijah came to greet her. "So I heard you Lolo, had the guts to arrest Halimatu. Innalilahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un- from Allah we come and to Him we shall return." She lamented.

"Oh, you noticed. But it isn't something you should worry about, you know. Your dad just needs some time. He'll come around." It was something she was telling herself too. Something she wished would happen soon. "Okay, mommy." Maryam picked up her book. "What are you reading?" asked May, trying to start up a new conversation. She didn't see the book's title because half of the purple cover was peeled off. "Purple Hibiscus," Maryam replied excitedly. "Written by Chimamanda Adichie, my favorite author," she added. "Isn't that too much for you? Do you even understand a word?" May thoughtfully asked.

At some point, I felt sorry for the trepadised doctors observing how frightened they would become whenever Leonardo noticed my features contorted in pain so I did my best to mask the pain I would feel as I recieved my injections. After the doctors left, Leonardo called a maid who had my bath prepared after which we both had dinner in my room. He had his arm wrapped around my shoulder with my petite figure hauled against his large frame. He was reading me one of the books I did not get the chance to complete before I got hit by this dreadful illness. It was tittled 'Faceless' by Amma Darko, a Ghanaian novel. I really loved the novel. It portrayed the phenomenon of the street child especially

Halima hears a knock on the door, she drops Nicholas Sparks' The Notebook and goes to go and attend to whoever her guest is. On opening the door, she sees two young girls in figure hugging embellished gowns wearing heavy makeup. She looks at them head to toe and back, as if asking who they are here to see. "We're here to see Sa'eed. I'm Fahida and she's Kamila." a wave of awareness washes over her and she ushers them in. It's not her house anyways, it's his house.

CHAPTER ONE Old building detachable to another, Amina and Fatima seen in front of an old bungalow, they wore hijab. sits on a pavement chatting in Hausa language. Fatima third wife of late Mr Ahmed Gowon. a Muslim man, a retired soldier. She was given to marriage at a very tender age, she’s at her thirty. Amina friend, Fatima's best friend

I wonder why it's been sealed off in the dark corner of an even longer and darker corridor. I pull one of the books off the shelves and look at the title. It is a very old book, with writing barely legible. I must test my skills in reading Hausa. "The Origins" is what the title says. I open the first page and begin to read. It happened long ago that Q'waeti journeyed all over the land setting the people aright and instructing the people that would come in the future how they should act. Q'waeti instructed the people on how to build houses. One day Q'waeti

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"Well uh. It was nice to meet you Dera. I hope to see you some other time." I loved the way my name rolled off his tongue. "You too Seun." I mutter not bothering to acknowledge the last part of his statement. We part and I ended up buying the purple phone case which was in fact made for my brand of iPhone. Luckily I got home just in time before Damilayo got home. Ini was in fact relieved to see me and I think secret shopping is going to be our secret new thing. A/N: Phew! First chapter. How do y'all like it. When I started writing this book I felt like I wasn't embracing my Culture. I mean as a Nigerian, an igbo girl for the matter. You'd expect me to write more about my culture, my people.