Tsutsar Nama Complete Hausa Novel

<h2>Tsutsar Nama Complete Hausa Novel </h2>
<p>Humm, that is Bilyn Abdull or understanding what happened last year and the past until today, I can say that HEROISM is the origin of LIFE. PATIENCE is what guides the breathing and longevity of every creature in peace. At every pole, some of us asked us what is our dress? We start looking at one answer in our hearts and saying (TRAINING). But for me, I say it's not like that at all. I can also speak slowly and even respond to the voice and announce. Do not be surprised or understand me based on my strict opinion or be a fan of imagination. Discipline does not answer the name ADO, but to speak the truth, RELIGION is the greatest to be the pinnacle of ADO outside of me. Then it's all about you and yourself. I stand by this opinion because I respect MY RELIGION because it answers everything I do in life. The world is the first SCHOOL for everyone who breathes, because in it they struggle with the desire to seek the RESULTS to reach their goal. Because the way you treat her, she gives you respect and value in everything and everyone. Everyone who breathes is afraid of DEATH, but that doesn't stop us from needing LIFE and hoping to enter PARADISE, because there you can find everything and anything that hearts can't imagine even from the height of the car. In the same way, the end of our breathing days every morning does not prevent us from saving our dreams even if our fight means that we will not see our TOMORROW. Every human being will see that LIFE plays for him only the role of what his fate book has brought him, and all your ability to fly in search of the WORLD or run away from it is not enough to fulfill this destiny.</p>
<p>         I did not take you too far last year and I gave you everything in the open so that you can better understand what I want to say to Bilyn Abdull and all of you. My name is *_SAMRAAH ABDUL-WAHAB GWARZO_*. In real life, I am none other than the daughter of Malam Abdul-wahab Gwarzo. Because my father was not a man of authority, he was neither rich nor a great teacher. He is a driver who works as a driver in a rich man's house. But ALLAH let him die as a result of a car accident when he was seven years old. He gave birth to only the three of us and our mother and she too, but God passed away after the birth of my younger brother before he was three years old. Yaya Musaddiq is our elder brother, I am Samraah and our brother Hafizzullah. After the death of our mother, the custody of me and Hafizzullah went to the hands of our mother's younger brother, Uncle Imam. His wife ended up breastfeeding Hafizzullah with their child who was born almost at the same time as our mother, but we are not sure whether she stopped breastfeeding him or not. So they got up like twins. After the death of our father, the custody of Yaya Musaddiq also returned to Uncle Imam. Even though our father was not rich or in power, he left us with a farm and a house. Then some money in the account. Our mother also gave us a farm and a bridge next to her parents, together with Uncle Imam, their only two sons were born to them. The fact that both of our parents live in Gwarzo town means that all our wealth is there. The only house we lived in was here in Kano city. Our young age made everything that our parents left to us after it was divided to us not given to us, because Uncle Imam, when we grew up, he took everything and kept it. Uncle Imam continued to take responsibility for our studies and all aspects of our lives until we grew up. Although life in Uncle Imam's house was never easy for us because of his wife's bad behavior, we all took this in our hearts. But we certainly tasted our money in her hands on different things. We faced different evening challenges. Whatever they do to their children is different from the one we will have. Even with food, she prefers her children over us. Similarly, in school they are private school and we are government school. Sutura and their clothes are different from ours. Even their children's bedrooms are different from ours. It will surprise you if I say that all this racism we see from Uncle Imam is not only her. Before we knew it, we cried and wiped our tears, after we got control of our minds, especially me, I started to respond. I used to drink from Mom and Abba's laughter. But I can't turn away from the affairs of their children.</p>