Ni Da Abokin Babana Complete Hausa Novel By Uploads.com.ng

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A beautiful girl in school clothes, long navy blue pants and a shirt started raising her beautiful eyes and looking at me, I don't know when I smiled at her because of how much she impressed me, in front of the car were two men also in school clothes like mine. the girl, they all turned and looked at me. I sat very close to her and I was giving them a smile while the driver drove the car, the girl who I think is about seven to eight years old said to me that the stranger that daddy said will come to our house? I nodded and looked at her, nice beauty, what is your name? She smiled, my name is Hafsah but daddy calls me pretty Hafsey, how about Abdallah and they call me Hafsatu... She ended up pouting full of excitement. I laughed and reddened her cheeks, "you but Yaya Abdallah is not free! Hafsatu is an old name" she nodded her head while looking at the one who looks like their elder brother, "I always told him but he said I look at the boy, I am smiling, "How come Abdallah, you don't like it, it's true, she's a little girl and you call her old?" The boy laughed, "What's Daddy's mother's name for her, please, isn't that the old lady?" the other boy next to her laughed, "she's old for us, don't you see that she's starting to turn gray, Akanta?" Hafsat hit him on the shoulder, he turned away laughing at her. Her muscles continued to laugh until they began to ball and I stopped them, "here, enough with the teasing, let's be pretty like this, right?" she nodded and smiled at me, I caressed her head and I felt her in my heart. The girl has a kind of beauty, although the other children also have it, but you know the beauty of a woman is different from a boy, I wonder where she inherited it in my mind, I said maybe it is from their father because there is no one who looks like their mother, right, right Qaseem Abdallah's follower, I see that they have a son of nature and Aunty Mubeenah. Before you say what we are used to with the children, I don't have a hard time with them. When we arrived home, I took Hafsat's school bag and she was holding her lunch box, her hand in mine. On one of the chairs in the living room, Aunty Mubeenah was sitting and looking at the newspaper. The children spilled in front of her and were talking about school, so my son let them finish their noise and I greeted her. Her face with a smile on her face answered and said that there is food in the kitchen, I thanked her and said that I prayed, I went to my room and prayed, I picked up my phone and called my mom because I know that daddy is in the office and I don't really want to call him. not at work, we talked to her for a while before we said goodbye, when Asr prayer was called, I turned on my system and watched since I had nothing to do.

 I was sitting here watching Hafsat come in in the clothes of the Islamic school, I raised my head and looked at her with a smile, "pretty Hafsat, is she back?" she sat next to me and said, "the teacher gave us work at school and I can't do it, Abbu is the one who teaches me how to read." , it is Tawheed, questions about faith. I smiled and looked at her and said, "Now go and pray the evening prayer, since it is called, after Isha, you should come back and we will do it." When she was happy, she got up and left. u" I laughed and watched until she left the room, I shook my head and got up and went to the bathroom. 

 After Isha prayer, I was praying while sitting. Qaseem said goodbye and came into the room. He said Aunty Nafeesah, Mami said come and eat, I didn't get up after him because I was hungry On the dinning table, I found them all eating, I went to the chair next to Hafsat and sat down. Seeing that everyone was doing the serving by themselves, I took a plate and opened the flask of food, it was like semovita raw cubeb soup. I could hardly swallow, the hair was sticking out like raw flour, it seemed that it was not cooked, the soup tasted like it was made only with taruhu, there was no taste or flavor except the fish fillet. I could barely swallow the first bite, I didn't make the mistake of putting it in my mouth because I'm sure if I make a mistake it goes into my mouth again and I throw up the little piece of food left in my stomach. I only saw them doing hard work, I was just looking at them full of wonder.