Saran Boye Complete Hausa Novel

<h2>Saran Boye Complete Hausa Novel </h2>
From the moment you enter the neighborhood, you will see that there is definitely a party going on, especially when the house where the meeting is held is the fifth one in the line. 
 The street was lined with children and women as well as men and women. Especially in the main hall of the mosque, which is attached to the big house, from looking at its gate, you will know that it is beyond contempt in its construction and abundance of grandeur. 
 Three standing booths, one of which is filled with white chairs in an orderly fashion. The first hall is full of great teachers who teach in the country and some foreign countries, especially Muslims. The second pavilion is exclusively for women, from the youngest to the oldest. The third booth is for men, both adults and children.
 The main attraction of the beauty is the perfection and dignity of the Wajan people. In spite of the festival, everyone dresses their bodies, no one can enter ALLAH except to show the nakedness that is hidden in the name of the festival.
 
 Despite the fullness of the place she has, this does not prevent the number of people in the house as well. The house is really a big house, at a glance you will understand that it is a family house, and it is more powerful to be owned by one person directly. From the gate of the house, you can see all the parts of the house that can at least reach five to six, the building is the same, there is no difference in terms of view from a distance, enter from inside and understand each and every color of the structure that is most needed in his own. department.
 I don't know who I am inside, or what was planned for me. So, I escorted the people to the second section which is the most popular. The presence of all the people in the courtyard of the mosque where the party will be held gave me the opportunity to enter the room where I heard the bride being referred to.
 It is a woman who will be at least ten to fifteen inside, each trying to measure her body according to her needs in a long dress milk color decorated with golden flowers decorated with stones in front of her and the end of the arm. Their conversations are so funny that you can't hear anyone else talking to me. 
 "Oh GOD, Marriage makes everyone think. Let them go as far as Yah Ab.. Did he kill the little girl of Harya's mouth like this?". One of the women wearing a small golden veil said with a giggle. Almost in unison, they all turned and looked at the one who was lying on the bed alone. "Hhhh! As for Iman, you have been dying since yesterday." One of the people who was talking about the answer was laughing as well as the body of the bed, while the others were also laughing and heading for the bed. They then surrounded her and joined in saying "Tomorrow it will explode!!!" with giggles and laughter clapping.
 The little girl who was sitting on the other side of the mirror was making up her hair and touching her mouth, her eyes were full of balls, she was angry, she put down her perfume and left the room.
 They don't know what to say, the bride keeps shouting "Tomorrow it will explode!! It will explode tomorrow!!!”. They talk and shout a lot and laugh provocatively like the friends that childhood is responsible for them, they are mostly young children who will not be more than 16-17.
 The tears that she had been swallowing for a long time slowly rolled down her cheeks. She didn't move, as if she didn't open her eyes to look at her friends who were staring at her. She was the only one on my mind since last night. Of course, on this day, she has been looking forward to her visit to her beloved Yah Abdallah since she didn't know about her illness. But it's not her soup since the week of the festival has started and her body is not cold anymore. I think that this may not be more than related to the new life that she will start in tomorrow if GOD helps her. She came close to the hot tears again, pulling the heartstrings until the veins in her neck were stretched. . . .
 "Hello! How about these children!!?". He started fighting behind them with a loud voice. The room was quiet, they all turned to look at the speaker. She clapped her hands again and held her hand. "Oh, you, now, aren't you going to sit down and prepare, and sit down with your best friend?".
 "Afwan Addah". One said she was rubbing the back of her neck in embarrassment. Addah shook her head as she approached the bed, "Well, I heard, go out and let me go outside." One by one they went out making small noises as a sign that they didn't want to do that, but knowing that today Addah has no face to play with, so no one could say anything. She just doesn't care, today there are no players on her. Catching the girl's tears, she sat down and said, "Get up dear, the crying is enough, leave the bride, a precious bride for a beautiful husband like Abdallah. Or is the marriage broken?".