Aljanar Fatima Littafi Na Daya Complete Hausa Novels

Aljanar Fatima Littafi Na Daya Complete Hausa Novels

In the Kado area, a Hausa neighborhood in the Federal Capital City of Abuja, there is a place called Mailunguna. It is a quiet area, and when you look at it, you can easily tell that peace and calmness surround it. The area has many mango trees, which make it beautiful and give it a pleasant atmosphere.

However, the place often experiences power outages. From around 6 p.m., darkness usually covers the area, and people light lanterns because there is no electricity, especially on nights when there is no moon. The neighborhood is crowded; everywhere you look, people are busy with their daily activities. There are small shops of different kinds, including those that sell children’s snacks.

There was a young girl wearing an old, faded dress that had once been black but had turned brown due to age and dirt. She was fair-skinned, and when you looked at her, you could see that she was originally beautiful, but hardship had taken away her glow. Her hair was rough and uncombed, scattered all over her head, covering much of her face. She would only lift her face slightly to glance ahead.

Anyone who looked at her with compassion would feel deep pity for her, because it was obvious she was going through a difficult time. She walked slowly until she reached the front of a small shop and stopped at the entrance, staring inside.

At that moment, the shop owner was about to pick up something. When he raised his head, their eyes met, and his heart skipped in shock. He suddenly became angry.

“Hey! What do you want? Why are you standing at my shop entrance like that, staring at my customers? Go away! What do you want me to give you? Go back!” he shouted at her harshly.

She remained silent, just as she had done the previous day. Anyone paying close attention would understand her condition. She gently raised her hand to her mouth and pointed inside it, then lowered it again — a clear sign that she was hungry and needed food.

This time, the shop owner understood what she meant.

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