Yar Zaman Wanka Novel

Yar zaman wanka hausa novel

Yar zaman wanka is a captivating novel by Saifullah Ahmad that explores the complexities of love, family, and societal expectations within the Hausa culture. The story revolves around the life of its protagonist, who navigates the challenges of relationships and personal aspirations while dealing with the pressures of tradition.

 

Ahmad's writing style is engaging and relatable, allowing readers to connect deeply with the characters' emotions and struggles. The dialogue is authentic, reflecting the everyday life and challenges faced by individuals in the society depicted in the book. The author masterfully weaves together themes of loyalty, sacrifice, and the pursuit of happiness, making the narrative both thought-provoking and entertaining.

The character development is commendable, as each character brings a unique perspective to the yar zaman wanka novel, enriching the plot and providing depth to the narrative. The conflicts presented are realistic and resonate with readers, encouraging them to reflect on their own experiences and societal norms.

 

Overall, Yar zaman wanka is a beautifully written novel that showcases Saifullah Ahmad's talent for storytelling. It is a must-read for anyone interested in understanding the intricacies of love and culture in the Hausa community, making it a valuable addition to contemporary Hausa literature.

Yar zaman wanka part 1

Inna, the grandmother, has come for the bathing ceremony that elders attend when a new child is born, either in their grandchildren's home or someone else’s. As is customary, Inna returned home holding a bag in her hand. She entered, placed the bag down, and headed to the chair where Abdallah sat, resting her hand on the chair. Then she touched the spot where her daughter-in-law sat, smirked, and said:

"Halima, do you see what I tell you every time? You said these people should sit on the ground. I swear, don’t you see how that chair has collapsed? It’s totally broken! I heard the wood creaking, especially where Sojojo sat. Even so, they brought very expensive gifts." She continued, still smirking, and then sat on the floor to start bringing out various baby items from the bag, nice and expensive things, including beautiful wrappers.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! What a surprise!! So, Sojojo has money. Well, may God benefit us." Sadiya hadn't said anything yet because sometimes Inna's comments overwhelmed her. She was tired of this bathing ceremony she came to perform.

"Come on, speak up! You’ve left it all. But look at these things they brought for you as if they’ve just picked them up. You see, even your mother-in-law is very pregnant, so when she gives birth, you should also repay her." Just then, Imran entered with a greeting, irritated by what he was hearing.

"Imran, look at what Sojojo has brought you. I swear, you’re always in trouble. If it’s not a scam, what else would make him peep into the storage room? Where are you, and where is that person? Now, if you lose a friend, all you have left is this big thing like heaps of goods! Where is your friend Abida? Since the day he brought us here, you’ve been silent as if the teacher is taking a break. But this Sojojo that you are associating with."

Imran didn’t say anything; he went into the bedroom because he was annoyed by Inna and Sadiya.

"Look at your situation, Imran! So, you’re making your children feel bad because gifts were brought for them. You want him to give money, take it, and do as you wish, right? Until today, there’s been no dowry, no reason for it. You took a girl and made her pregnant, she gave you children, but until today, there are no names for them! Time is passing. But you bring a piece of meat in a small bag saying it’s a good thing. What kind of good thing is that for strong animals? We are tired of this excuse and haven’t seen the horn yet!"

No one said anything. Imran went into the room and lay down, hearing Inna’s voice and thinking about what he should do.

Yar zaman wanka part 2

"Oh, Ashrofa! It’s like they’ve hired someone from their town! Since she said she would go to her friend’s house, but she still hasn’t returned."

"What will she do for you when she returns?"

"Oh Halima, I even forgot what she would do for me. I’m feeling hungry."

"Then pour us some food."

"No, I won’t eat rice. I want her to return and prepare me Indo Momi (meaning Indomie). There’s some nice children’s pasta, I swear." Sadiya just looked at her without saying anything.

NIGHT

Since he lay down, Imran kept tossing on the mattress, feeling like he wanted to kick Inna out of the house and lock the door. He didn’t feel well at all today. He sat with his arms crossed, feeling his stomach churning. He stayed like that until he got up and peeked into the bedroom. The light was off, but the room wasn’t too dark because the light of the moon came in through the curtain. All that could be heard was the sound of breathing in the room; it was Inna preparing something.

This made him hesitate until he reached the bed. He stood there thinking about how he would recognize his wife. Now each of them could take one blanket and cover themselves, and they could switch places.

He climbed onto the bed and sat in between them, trying to identify his wife so he could wake her up to give him medicine. He leaned close to the blanket to determine where Sadiya was. But each of them was covered completely. He reached his hand near the blanket and opened the one underneath, and it was Inna! A movement she made startled Imran; he thought she would wake up. If she saw him between them, there would surely be a problem. Quickly, he slid away, trying to exit the room.

He returned to the living room filled with anger and frustration. His stomach still hurt, and he turned on the living room light before heading to the kitchen.

"You and your wife, but you’re scared to wake her up like a thief," he muttered to himself. He grabbed a small piece of candy, soaked it, and chewed it to ease his stomach pain. Then he lay back down, feeling dejected. He wanted to prepare something during the night, but lack of energy and focus prevented him. So he lay there saying, "One day we will meet again."