WANI DARE COMPLETE HAUSA NOVEL

Example: 12:20 AM. I had finished bathing and was preparing to sleep. I then thought about Tiri Kwata, who I usually associate with when I go to bed. After I lay down, I started thinking deeply in my mind. I had gone to the house of Asma'u, my girlfriend. From there, she showed me signs that if I made advances or spoke to her about our marriage, she would begin to argue. I realized she didn’t love me, but was only interested in money. I was thinking to myself, "Should I continue with her?" The answer I received was an outcry that snapped me out of my brief thoughts. The shout I heard was from outside. I quickly put on my long shirt, grabbed my flashlight that shone brightly like a guard's lantern, and went out. I saw two people ahead, trying to catch a young girl who was running away from them. The light from my flashlight made them turn and flee into the darkness. I hurried to where the girl was standing, shaking as if she was being threatened. "Let's run," I said, frightened. She shook her head to indicate she wouldn’t go. Before she realized it, I grabbed her hand, urging her to leave the place quickly before they returned and found us. They had thought I was the only one. I turned off the flashlight, and the darkness took over. We ran together, reaching my house. I quickly opened the door and locked it behind us. I entered the living room, and she followed me, still visibly scared and nervous.
I noticed the injury on her leg and hand from when they had tried to harm her. I rushed to get my first aid kit, dressed the wound, and then told her to relax. “I didn’t bring you here to harm you, only to help,” I assured her. “This is my house, and I am alone here. I don’t have a wife.” Before she could say anything, I told her I’d be right back and rushed to my room. I was thinking of what kind of clothes to give her since the ones she was wearing were torn. I grabbed a shirt and shorts, gave them to her, and told her to wear them. She accepted, her fear still evident. I went to the fridge to get some fruit and bread and offered them to her. "Eat something, and when you're done, lie down in the room at the back." She agreed and responded with a soft "Okay." I went to bed, waiting for tomorrow, thinking about what had happened the night before.
Later, around 1:00 AM, I woke up to check if she was asleep. I gently pushed open the door and saw her standing, stretching and looking around. My heart raced. I wanted to act on my feelings, but I quickly turned my head when our eyes met. "Where is your bathroom?" she asked. I pointed lazily to the direction of the bathroom, and she rushed out, the sound of her footsteps following as she went. I sighed deeply, went back to my room, and lay down, hearing the sound of her door closing. My thoughts were filled with mixed emotions. Despite my inner turmoil, I tried to focus on my own feelings. After some time, I fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke up early, took a bath, performed ablution, and went to the mosque close to my house. After prayers, I started thinking about the girl. When I returned home, it was still early in the morning. I greeted the house and entered the room where she was. She had apparently slept soundly. I sighed, unaware of how long I’d been standing there.
I thought about waking her up, but as I looked around the bed, I noticed she had taken off the shorts I gave her and was lying in a torn outfit. My heart sank. I tried to wake her, but the noise of the door startled her, and she sprang up, looking disoriented. I reassured her, telling her it was okay and that I was just checking on her. I stepped back, asked her if she had eaten, and she replied in silence, her eyes downcast. I offered her some food. She explained that she was from Gombe and had come here because she had to see a friend. I told her not to worry and that I would take her there the next day. I then asked about the items she had brought with her. She explained that she had dropped her bag and phone when she was running away. I told her not to worry, that I would buy her some clothes and other things. I reassured her that I would help her get back to Gombe. She thanked me, and I smiled. I told her my name was Baffa, and she didn’t know who I was yet, but I had plans of getting to know her better.