Farar Wuta Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel

<h2>Farar Wuta Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel</h2>
Around twelve o'clock in the afternoon, the woman in the kitchen, which is surrounded by walls from the right side of the house, untied a bundle of wood on the side and added it to the stove in front of her and started to light the fire with a broken stove on the side. She is an old woman with a beautiful body that if you don't look at her face, you will guess her age.
 Her clothing is a beautiful dress and clothes that you can see more than a bucket on her body, her soft hair is covered with small gray hair that she has started to cover her head.
 She had to make sure the fire was extinguished and then she stood up and came out. In the middle of the house she found her eldest daughter named Amina sitting picking beans in a big silver plate. Their faces are different in years but they look the same! Even their physical condition and everything.
 She is a slender girl with abundant hair like her mother's, everything on her face is straight and cold, her eyes are the only thing that attracts attention because although they are not big, but they have a sparkle as if something has been dropped in them.
 "Hurry up and finish it Amina, she told me to hurry up because now you will hear them come back."
 Amina opened the curtain in the room behind her, looked at the clock in the room and said.
 "Did the time go by like that, I didn't pay attention at all, by the way."
 "It's not hot in the city, so you lie down and sleep."
 She said with a smile.
 "I'm tired of leaving the place, by the way, when they go to school, I just go to bed."
 Their mother, whom they call Amma, took a pot from the side and went towards the water while saying.
 "Just keep praying, if it's your turn to continue studying, you will do it, God willing."
 Amina didn't say anything, for God's sake she started to feel discouraged, it was one year after she finished her high school education, and her results were good even though they said they were helped to do the exams, but still she knew that she was trying her best, he because even the problem of wanting to continue studying did not leave her soul.
 And she doesn't have to go to a higher education, because she has canceled the university for a long time, she knows that her father has no attitude in this area, he can do his best to take care of them with the little he has and yet he is always worried He thinks that he is not giving them what they need, so he said that he wishes that his children will rest with all the privileges of the world.
 That's why her daily thought is to find a small school where she can learn how to work safely… Because her mother told her that even if she can inject people, if she gets married, that will help her a lot more than if she sits and does nothing. .
 The talk of marriage reminded her of her boyfriend Abdallah, she knew he was planning to go back to school so she didn't hear from him for two days, he was in his final stage at a university in Sokoto. Abdallah is a kind and intelligent person, even the Islamic night has her behind their lines which makes everyone see his dignity as she always respects him, she sees him as her brother and he helps her in everything like his sister.
 Their interaction is different from the way she sees between her friend Fatima and her boyfriend, many things when Fatima tells her she is surprised how they can be, because she can't even raise her eyes to look at Abdallah. forget that their relationship will lead to marriage.
 "Peace be upon you, let's give a hug."
 Her thoughts were interrupted by the greeting of a boy who stood from the attic and handed out fifty naira.
 "By how much?" she asked.
 "Twenty naira."
 Then she put down the plate of beans and stood up to receive the money. It's been four months since she started her business selling milk sweets, gulisuwa and albishir. This is the main thing that she misses and makes her happy to see how she can do some of her needs by herself and even help her younger brother with a little money to spend, unlike in the past months when she had nothing.
 Time is your life in this world and the hereafter, there is no point in letting it go like this… That is Ammansu's words every day when she explains the things that are relevant to a person's life.
 She picked up the boy's blanket and his change, and came out of their living room, which was empty except for the carpet, just as Fatima said hello and came in.