Taki Zaman Aure Complete Hausa Novel

<h2>Taki Zaman Aure Complete Hausa Novel </h2>
Then we heard the sound of a slap, the kind of slap that can deafen a person instantly. I quickly put my hands on my cheeks and tears came down my face. Hana covered her face and burst into tears, just like Mama was crying because of Abbah's abuse. 
 
 "That's what I saw as an opportunity to give. If you want to waste the opportunity, you never say thank you. You never say thank you when I do something for you. You are always crying and in it you will protect Hajara…"
 
 He couldn't stop fighting her, he had to beat her and kick her legs until she fell down. I ran towards where she was crying, but when I touched her, she grabbed me and threw me on the ground. 
 
 "Abba, son of God, be patient"
 
 I said trying to get up and go back to my mother's place. In exchange for his patience, he covered her and beat her more as if he was getting stronger, he used to start beating her, he would change her appearance and then leave her, beating our mother in front of our eyes is something that Abbah used to do, from when we were small until we grew up. , in front of everyone he can say bad things to her, and if she does something wrong to him, he doesn't look at us or in the yard he can beat her, and we can't get used to his behavior. Every day when he beats her, I feel as if he is beating me, my tears are more than hers because even after the thing is over, I feel isolated and cry about what Abba is doing to her. 
 
 "Don of God, Abba, I'm sorry…"
 
 I said again that I was going to bed where he was quiet because I stopped her, he joined me and kept quiet until he had enough and then he allowed us to leave the house. Here I got a chance to get up and asked Mom to get up too, with the help of Hana we took her to the room, she was strong like Mom when we entered the room and she stopped crying and wiped away my tears with my sister Hana said. 
 
 "I did not hear anyone tell your brother what happened, especially Noor, you are more than a father."
 
 She pointed at me because they say I'm the loudest and the loudest. 
 
 "By God, Mom, I won't tell him"
 
 Hana said, I just kept quiet because only God knows if I can control myself and not fight or if I fight, it depends on how I feel about it. Hana and I went out and continued the housework, she was washing me and I was doing the cleaning. I sat on our bed until she finished getting ready and went out, then I opened her closet and took her long dress and put it on. When I was going out, she got up and I put on her gown and went to take it off. 
 
 "By God, I will not take it off. My clothes are all dirty. Do you want me to stay thin at home? Or do you want me to wear dirty clothes or Mom's clothes? I will wear them. Whatever you do, just do it, but I won't take it off."
 
 "Noor, take off my clothes, you see that you always want us to be in trouble until we feel like we're close, right? Mom told you to stop touching my clothes, you won't stop, right?"
 
 I kissed her face in the evening. 
 
 "I'm sorry, I won't do it again"
 
 "You always say like this that from now on you won't do it again and it won't stop you from doing it tomorrow"
 
 I don't know when I shot her a blank look.
 
 "You are Hannatu, you are tired of suffering like an old woman who is always in trouble"
 
 "Allah has separated me from calamity, but you always do something to be talked about"
 
 In my mind, I went to the shade of the mango tree and sat down while I was crying. She didn't pay attention to me and continued to study, while I was doing the work of fixing the shirt that was leaking on my body. We arranged for someone else to say that she is the same as I am the younger sister, and there is a thirteen month gap between me and her.