Bakar Inuwa Complete Hausa Novel

<h2>Baƙar Inuwa Complete Hausa Novel</h2>
He was walking as if the wind was going to take him away and he fell a little fast. While he was making small noises, you thought he was just crazy. He stumbled again for the second time, but luckily he hit the wall of his old house instead of reaching the ground. For a long time, he felt his heart swell up in his throat. Wanting to calm down his anger and frustration, he kicked the roof of the house and it was all eaten up with rust. Since the house was built, the roof has been changed due to the rusting and rusting of the old metal drum.
 Ball started with the door at the first entrance, where the signs indicated that their toilet was there. She went to the room at the end of the wall, the cover was on one side and she was on the other side.
 Baba Nafi, who was performing ablution at Maghrib, raised her head, calm and cool, and looked at him. And then she turned her head down because the mother of one of the girls looked at her and said that his eyes would fall to the ground.
 "Every illegitimate person in this house should come out!". He said that he was beating the walls around the set where he was standing as their kitchen.
 In frustration and anger, the curtain of the middle room was opened, "You, teacher, are you softening your heart for us, son of GOD!, at this white evening when everyone is trying to eat food with their mouths open instead of being seen behind the imam, you are about to greet the LORD, and you are ruined by asking for trouble and wealth to prevent your family from drinking water in peace as you have prevented yourself?".
 His eyes widened and he looked at her in sadness. He gathered all his frustrations and worries into his mouth. I pointed to him with a little finger waving his hand in warning. "Of course I share my breath when I talk but you don't hate me. I swear to you by ALLAH, if I don't bring down all that I have brought on you, you will not say that my name is DAVID, the son of a poet."
 She touched her mouth and released the curtain, but her mouth did not die. As soon as she entered the room, she was saying, "There you go and your trial is not on me. You don't give me the right to what you said in the blessed month, you don't give me the right to do anything. If you get your money back, it will end for you, not Larai."
 Even though he was shocked, he didn't stop, he continued to shout and call everyone to come before him. Silence, no one coughed as if everyone died in the house. A shriek of sadness rose from his heart and he pulled it to his throat and spat it out.
 "Yes, it is certain that I am done with the bastard under the bridge. Oh, besides, it is considered the size of the palace of the whore, who answers to the name of the master in the house. I am talking. Leave me alone.
 "Please be patient, ma'am, we are praying, and I also know…"
 Wuff Larai went outside to fix her clothes that were looking to be ruined because of the fast cash flow, in her anger she stopped the breathing of father Nafi who spoke coldly and did not want to make noise "So what are you doing? So when we pray, we have to make the plan that we want to make in our stomach, right?".
 "Allah, King Larai, that's what he said to him, there's nothing else." Baba Nafi said again calmly.
 She turned around and pushed her disco hat in front of her forehead. Baba Nafi just smiled and shook her head and raised her eyes to her. 
 Everything that they have is standing but it is swollen and it is the last room in the list of their father Nafin. But he didn't say a word. About five minutes later, the curtains of the room were lifted and they came out. She was a tall woman who could not have been less than thirty-five to seven years old. When you see her, you will see the first shot of the world. Shekeke looked at him and his wives and stopped chewing gum as if she had not fasted recently.
 "Is Lafiya struggling to announce the white twilight or water we have not reached our mouths? Oh, how should it be that now there is a difference, son, you are turning away from us, we are patient with your money because you have your mother's money in your waist, but now you don't leave us with our womb and the service of our children and you join us with our business and wealth *BLACK SHADOW….. .”*
 "Tomorrow! Now I am the black shadow?".
 "I'm in the middle of the desert too, even the words * SUN AND HEAD ".*
 Larai laughed at him, she kept quiet and looked at Asabe. "You are my bride, if we press and chew it, it will be difficult for you to pass the lick sister".
 Black Asabe touched and took her head aside. Malam Dauda felt a kind of sadness again. He went as far as his beard that was on the verge of growing up, and Asabe's iron leg was sizzling. Shikam was married to a barracks, but he didn't have a day. His face twitched again as he reached out and picked up the tail of the bowl hanging from the kitchen sink.