Mutum Da Duniyarsa Complete Hausa Novel

<h2>Mutum Da Duniyarsa Complete Hausa Novel</h2>
In the evening, Zarah and Walida returned to enjoy their playtime with toys. Jiddah, tending to the coals in the yard, watched over them. She was aware that Aunty Nafisa was often at the heart of their activities. That day, as if by divine intervention, the conversation took an unexpected turn.
 
Zarah's voice broke the silence, her words carrying the weight of the day's events.
"Yaya Jiddah, how do you fare? The mosquitoes seem to have found a home in your belly," she exclaimed.
Walida, with a laugh, chimed in, "My hair's a mess, and in this house, it seems God has blessed us with mosquitoes as plentiful as coins."
 
Their laughter reached Jiddah, who had just finished tending to the stove. She turned down the water to cool the coals, ensuring the stove wouldn't overheat. "Have you left our Aunty with Affan?" she inquired of the girls.
"Indeed, Yaya Jiddah, she sends her thanks for keeping your promise," they replied with sincerity.
 
Jiddah offered a nervous smile in return.
"What's this talk of fire, Umma?" Zarah, who had just entered, asked.
Jiddah beckoned her, "Come, Uncle Yaya's wife, Sadiq's mother, is ill. I must visit her."
Walida, taking Zarah by the hand, softly said, "May God be merciful."
"Amen," Jiddah responded.
 
Walidah gathered her clothes and pondered aloud, "How shall we assist her in Jeddah? I have work tonight."
"The meat may be gone, but a little white soup will suffice. Just ensure the house is clean and the mosquito nets are up," came the practical advice.
Walida nodded, heading towards the broom, while Zarah chose to stay indoors.
 
They completed their chores in quiet companionship, their mutual support evident in every task and word. Their discussions revolved around Aunty and Nafisa, a testament to their deep bond.
 
As the call for Maghrib prayer echoed, they wrapped up their duties and performed ablution, all except Zarah, who had already prayed.
They greeted their Ummah warmly, "Peace be upon you, mother. How long has it been since we last saw you?"
Ummah, with a smile, replied, "And what of you, Aunty, and Affan? I hear there's school tomorrow."
The conversation turned playful as Ummah teased, "Feeling mischievous today? But no quarrels when your father's around, right? And who's this young lady?"
 
Zarah, with a hint of concern, asked, "Ummah, doesn't Aunty Nafisa look… pregnant?"
Jiddah shot a warning glance, and Zarah fell silent.
"Why so timid, Zarah? Can't you recognize a pregnancy?" Ummah prodded.
Zarah hesitated, then spoke up, "Yaya Jiddah, I have a question, if I may…"
 
Ummah interjected, "Why the worry, Zarah? Is something troubling you?"
"Truth be told, Ummah, the laughter here is always brighter with her around," Zarah confessed.
Walida, overhearing as she performed ablution, couldn't help but laugh, while Zarah sought reassurance.
 
"Don't fret, Yaya Zarah. There's no need for apologies; we're all family here," they comforted her.
 
Their conversations were filled with laughter and light-hearted banter. Their Ummah had become more of a friend to them, offering advice and companionship. It was this closeness that kept them from seeking friendships beyond their circle, finding solace and joy within their own company.
 
As night fell, they settled into a comfortable silence, the bonds of friendship and family intertwining like the threads of a well-woven tapestry.