A Sackful Of Wishes – Excerpt


Here I am feigning sleep while neck deep in a mess. Not yet 25 years old, married to this shape-shifting now snoring devil, possessor of a child and a story. Nights like this, I think of my mother, Inna, within the story of my father, Malam Musa. To make sense of how I have come to this point in my life, I have to trace a finger through my entire history, the way one runs a palm through Zana curtains and sees them part and reform in the wake of the intrusion. There is something I am looking for in all this, and I am certain that everything will change when I find it.

My father, bless his soul, was not a prominent man in his days. He started out as an ordinary farmer who depended on his hard-earned, back-wrecking hard work to feed his family. He came from the Plateau regions, as did his first wife, Sa’ade. Sa’ade had in fact been the daughter of his mentor in farming, from a little village named Gero, just west of Bukur.

What remains of Sa’ade is a colourful, confident woman with whom my father quickly became unhappy. It is said she made him do all sort of things he felt a husband was not supposed to do—like making demands of him soon after returning from the market and squandering his little fortune. Year in, year out, for three years, it was the same routine.

Once, she caused him to send his blood sister, then living with them, away from his house. The house was the only thing, apart from a piece of land, their parents had left behind so the younger sister, who died before I was born, had a right to live there. My father’s elder sister, Habiba, had to take her in. But when news became current that Malam Musa had started washing the dishes for Sa’ade, his two elder sisters decided Musa was under a spell cast by his wife. And like responsible sisters everywhere, they prayed for him and took to seeking help from learned Malams who knew of things like dark spells and possession.

Malams back then were authentic, unlike these days when charlatans and crooks abound. Malams today would take money from unsuspecting people, eat their chicken and have a very good snore at night. They would wake up only at eight in the morning to pray their Fajr prayers and tell their customers how they had been standing for them all night “doing your work”. The most powerful of the Malams to whom they were eventually referred did the usual Qur’an recitation to break whatever juju was on Malam Musa.

Gradually, the spell faded away, and he left Sa’ade.

His crops failed after that, perhaps a parting shot from Sa’ade. He eventually got married to Mairo Lauje, who was from a village in Taraba State where he had gone to study the Qur’an. It was there my father learned to sew caps and sell them to sustain himself. But the lure of the land was too great and when his teacher offered him a life in Gombe where they would take on farming and selling produce, my father got ready to move again not long after his marriage. Mairo Lauje had not been lucky to be married off earlier because she had a limp, hence the nickname lauje, which means bent. My father took her anyway. She was from a decent background and he was not exactly choosy. He just wanted a woman.

They moved from Taraba to Gombe Town. But, ordinary farmer and an occasional merchant that he was, business was not stellar for him. Gombe Town was saturated with farmers like him and merchants too. Making a niche for himself was a feat too great for my father. His relationship with his former master and business partner ended in acrimony and the older man returned to Taraba.

With the very last money he had, he had bought a farmland in Gombe. Still, he found it difficult to make ends meet. Mairo Lauje, who clearly had her own bitterness all the while, grew defiant and shoved his failure in his face ever so often.

All this I was told several times while growing up.

My father only found some ease when he resumed making and selling caps. The skills he had learned in Taraba made his caps distinct and gradually he acquired clientele and renown. Not given to boasting, he would smile when he was hailed by his cronies as Mai Huluna, Master of Caps. Through my father’s expertise, I know more about caps than I care to. To be honest, it is the first thing I notice in a man. My father’s problems with Mairo Lauje continued. There must have been something about him.

One day, Malam Musa was talking to one of his friends about his problems.

“Musa, why don’t you try talking to Binta, Malam Audu’s daughter? She

is well mannered, and I heard that her first marriage did not work because she did not love the man. She used to leave his house in the middle of the night and run. I think you’ll find her as a good wife if she agrees to the bond.”

The logic was, if you had failed with two women, getting a third is the answer.

Malam Musa paid heed to his friend’s advice. My father was soon head over heels in love with Binta Audu. So was she, surprisingly, despite her history. Everything was soon rosy between them. Even her family knew about him and the love they shared.

Coming home one evening to a Mairo turning tuwo in the small zinc shed that served as her kitchen, he greeted her and brought out his mat to sit. Soon, his two children, Asma’u and Iyami, came jumping around him. He was a very friendly family man, even in those days. They did not notice he was distracted as he had been thinking of a way to broach the topic.

“I’m getting married.”

Mairo paused from her dance with the turning stick and looked at her husband as if he just told her that he was going to kill her.

“Repeat yourself,” she said. He did. The next thing he remembered was a hot mess of white pudding dumped on his feet.

Their dinner was gone. His hard-earned maize for the day lay wasted, his scalded feet hurt. For a few seconds, he went mad but was surprised that when he came to, he had not killed Mairo Lauje. She was still standing there, yelling.

“I promise you! You better stop with this craziness before it is too late! You’re not taking another wife while I still breathe!”

“Well, that’s a shame, because I’m taking a wife. And you will watch me do it.”

With a fierce glare, Mairo replied, “Then, let’s see.”

In the period after the confrontation with Mairo Lauje, Malam Musa stopped going to meet Binta. Having had enough, Malam Audu called Malam Musa to inquire about his stand on the issue. He apologized and said he was ready. But the same thing happened again when he told Mairo Lauje. It was only after the third arrangement that Malam Musa braved his way into the marriage.

The wedding was not a grand affair. The women arranged the bride’s room and decorated it with woven straw plates on the wall, pots and kitchen utensils were arranged in a wooden cabinet. A leather carpet was put in place in her bedroom, which also served as her living room. Lastly, a brass metal queen-sized bed with bells and flourishes was put in, along with a pile of bed sheets and pillowcases for her use.

The men ate outside after the wedding Fatiha was solemnized. Later the bride was conveyed to her matrimonial home by relatives according to custom and traditions of the Hausa and Fulani people of Nigeria.

Just a week after the wedding Fatiha, my father’s household was witness to a strange sight. Binta came out of her bedroom with a kettle in her hand. Moving through the house without a single word, she headed straight for the door. She had no veil on, only a wrapper, blouse and a scarf not on her head but thrown untidily over her left shoulder. That was how she walked an hour across the length of Gombe Town, from my father’s house in Tudun Wada to Fantami, her parents’ home.

Iya, Binta’s mother, who everyone called Oldie, a petite woman with a straight nose on her ever-smiling face, lost her shine at the sight of her newly- wed daughter–an apparition looking as if crazed, sweat all over her body, feet swollen as if she was pregnant.

“What is wrong with you?”
But she did not get her answer. Binta collapsed in a heap before her.
On return from the market to eat his lunch, Malam Musa was soon

searching for his new wife. Mairo Lauje kept on with her chores, not minding or answering him.

He later found the courage to meet her parents and share the bad news. He was struck with shock when he found her in her parents’ house.

“Baba, I’m so sorry. I did not know when she came out, I…”

“It’s okay, just tell me something. Is everything all right between you two? Because she came here with no veil and she was crying.”

Malam Musa nodded. “In sha Allah, it won’t happen again. Maybe she was just missing home?”

Binta was taken back to Malam Musa’s house. But this was the first of many times she would return to her parents’ house. The thing was, whenever she returned home, she would be fit as a horse. But the moment she was back at Malam Musa’s house, she would lose her senses. Like clockwork. Sometimes, she would sleepwalk in the wee hours of the night. Seeing this, Malam Musa told her to always have her veil with her, to avoid further embarrassment. In time, he decided he had had enough of Mario’s antics.
“This would be your last warning, whatever it is you did to my wife, I

want you to undo it right away.”
He hadn’t been this angry with her when they fought over his marriage.

In fact, Mairo had never seen her husband this angry and it scared her. “What if I say it’s too late, nothing can be undone?”
“Then as long as Binta cannot stay in this house, I’m not staying either.” Mairo hadn’t expected that. The idea had been that Malam Musa would

drive Binta out, not threaten her with a divorce. Thinking about what to do kept her up all night for days before she reached a decision.

“Okay, I’ll let her stay here. On one condition.”
Malam Musa’s face lit up. “Tell me.”
“She has to do as per my bidding. She will cook for the family and tend

to my needs, she won’t sit and chat with me. I don’t want to see her around, period.”

“Are you crazy? Binta also has an equal right to this house as much as you do. She is also someone else’s daughter. I refuse to agree to your conditions.” With that, he stormed out of the house. He spent the whole of that day and the next thinking of what to tell Binta’s parents. He finally summoned up

the courage to tell her the truth. Her response surprised him.
“It’s okay, I can do that. I can help her with all the chores as long as she lets me stay with you. You’re worth it,” she said. At that moment, Malam Musa resolved to always be by her side. It was a very strange love. But that was the beginning of a miserable life for my mother. She swept the house, washed the dishes, made Mairo’s bed, washed her clothes and bathed her children and even let her husband go because she was introduced as the new

maid to the guests.
The only time she saw or spoke to Malam Musa was if Mairo was out of

the house, or sometimes when it was her turn with him, but she still cared for him to stay in the marriage. That was how they had their first son, my brother, Yusuf.

When she came back from her parents’ where she went for delivery, Binta found her room in shambles. Her mattress was ripped through and through and her leather carpet torn to shreds. Her dishes were missing.

“I’m sorry about this. I’ll get them back for you, in sha Allah,” Malam Musa said.

Binta nodded. But when he replaced the items, he made it known it was from her parents, so Mairo wouldn’t raise hell in the house. The older wife had become a terror in the lives of Malam Musa and Binta.

And this was where I was born, into a house filled with hatred, conceit, and agony. Growing up, I did not play in the courtyard like other kids. Instead, I kept to my mother’s room, the only room where I had freedom in my father’s house.

My earliest memories have always been of seeing my mother in tears and that of my father’s sad eyes. I had never seen my stepmother smile in her life, not once. Not even when she married off her first daughter or when the first daughter gave birth to her first grandchild. She was tough, a menacing presence with a limp all through those years.

My mother was a dark, frail Fulani woman with the right proportion of nose, enough to make someone categorize her to her tribe. When she smiled, she filled the room with a light that shone from her teeth displaying a thin gap between the upper set. It was perhaps this that fuelled Mama Mairo’s hatred for her. Everyone was struck by my mother’s dusky beauty and her kindness.

Being a reserved person made her always come under Mama Mairo’s taunts. From a young age, we knew we were our mother’s only hope, her friends, and her pride.

After my elder brother, Yusuf, I had three younger sisters—Halima, Aisha, and Hajara, who was lovingly called Hajo. Then our last born, Gidado. From my stepmother, I had three elder sisters, Asma’u, Iyami and Zainab, who was one month older than I am. One elder brother, Habu and, two younger sisters, Safiya and Umaima. I grew up to call Mairo Mama, as she insisted.

We all called my mother Inna.



Iwas late again and I was sure Malam Habu would be glad to give me the five lashes prescribed. It was his life’s mission to see me in trouble. Which I mostly was. I could not afford to be late. I did not want to come to school

late. Unfortunately, the circumstance at home made it near inevitable. How would I ever get the time for doing my assignments in the evening when I was Cinderella in my house? Don’t get me wrong. I love her dress and all, but that’s not the deal. I was the maid. Not that I minded that, of course, when it was not getting me in trouble.

After morning hadda school, I would rush home and wash the dishes for Inna, then my extra school uniform for the next day. I would sweep Mama’s room and cook her lunch. She did not take the same meal as the rest of us. Something bogus about her needing a special diet prescribed by a doctor. But my father, as always, believed her or maybe he just let it be. It was either I did the chores or Inna, my mother, would do all the housework herself. Only when these were done could I head back for the evening classes.

My other sisters would raise hell once in a while. Once, Hajo, my youngest sister, burnt several of Mairo’s wrappers in the local firewood stove because Mama Mairo had asked her to iron her clothes with her teeth. Don’t ask me how that ended. Just know that, from then on, Mama packed her clothes off the clothesline whenever Hajo was home from school.

I have often wondered what was so special about our father to make Inna go through all that for more than eighteen years.

I increased my pace. It was only three minutes before they locked the gate of the Islamiyya school I attended. But whether I ran or not, I knew wouldn’t make it in time. When I took the turn that led to the school, I saw Malam Habu’s huge face from a distance. I froze there a moment. From where he stood, I knew I would get the leather that day.

What was that? I swore he sneered. That was what brought me back to my senses and I realized I was not walking anymore. I moved fast, making the hand-painted drawings and Arabic letters splashed on the yellow wall sprint past me. I made for the narrow door without pausing.

“Assalamu alaikum, Malam,” I greeted. I did not have the chance to complete my escape.

“Hey, girl, where do you think you’re going? You’re late, so go inside the gate and kneel down.”

I could not help but gape. His red eyes and yellow teeth alone could give someone a nightmare. That left out his wild hair, which I bet had not seen the tip of a comb in years.

“But, Malam, I’m not late yet.”
“And who gets to decide that, huh?”
I curbed the urge to roll my eyes.
“The time decides that. And it says 3:59,” I said quickly, glancing at my

battered rubber wristwatch. That earned me a monstrous look from him. He raised his hand.

“Sorry, please, Malam, I won’t be late again…”
“Hadiza! Hurry up and go to your class.”
The command interrupted whatever apology I was giving, which

wouldn’t have worked anyway. It was Malam Saddam. A tall, burly man with set eyes and thick brows. I let out a sigh of relief and ran into the said classroom.

The moment I stepped into the class, all eyes were on me. I lowered my head and went straight to the third row on the right, where my two friends, Lantana and Samira, were sitting.

We greeted in hushed tones, the Luggah teacher’s voice suddenly rang through.

“Miss Hadiza, if you’re through, can we please continue?”
I sobered up and tried to concentrate on what she was saying.
I had to do something about my frequently getting into trouble. Thanks

to that, I was now a popular girl in the school. Which I hated, by the way. The two hours went in a blur. With the Hadith teacher coming in after the Luggah teacher: there was usually no break during the classes. Only weekend morning classes had a break time for the senior students.

“Ouch, that hurts. A lot!” I said, squeezing my face. There and then, I contemplated making Lantana an ex-best friend. “What’s that even about?” I rubbed my shoulder. The girl had pliers for hands considering her size. She was as small as I was. If that was even possible considering how thin I was. At least I was taller.

“I saw you missed today’s dose of leather from Malam Habu.”

I looked at her with an open mouth. “And was it necessary to make up for that? I’m sure he will take compensation when next we meet,” I said, rolling my eyes at her.

“I just felt like doing it. Anyways, why were you late today?”
“The usual, forget about me. How is Mama doing? Did you ask her?” My step-sister, Iyami, was getting married and the bride would be conveyed to Bauchi where her would-be husband resided. I wanted to go with them, but my father won’t let me. So, I had asked Lantana to come with me. That way, my father wouldn’t refuse us. Even though I knew Mama would raise hell if she knew I even attempted to go to her daughter’s wedding. Let her die, for all I cared.

“Why are you quiet? Please tell me she said yes?” I asked. She nodded. I jumped out of joy.

“Really? I can’t believe it! Well, now we have to convince Baba. We’re going to have lots of fun.”

I parted ways with Lantana and Samira on the bridge leading to their house. I had five minutes more of walking to get to our house, passing a throng of shops along the way. I increased my pace, I sighed in relief when I saw that the crowd that gathered every evening bashing under the neem tree in front of our house was absent.

The few trees, lining the untarred street in front of our house, usually housed young men whiling away the evenings. They favoured the neem tree in front of our conventional house though, it was large and somehow quite breezy.

A mud step led up to the house proper. Small pillars supported a worn and rusted zinc roof, creating a small open veranda which led to a spacious corridor that we call the zaure. In the zaure, my father would usually be found sitting on his rubber mat reciting the Qur’an in the evenings.

A door by the right, inside the zaure, opened to the room my three brothers lived in. A second door to the left linked the outer world to the main house, opening unto a large open-air courtyard of bare dirt that insisted it could never be swept neatly enough.

Our house constituted four rooms, apart from my brothers’ room in the zaure. The vast courtyard was linked directly to each room by a zinc and wooden door. None of the rooms had a living area. They were all bedrooms; functionally split to serve both the purposes of sleeping and living.

Mama Mairo had made sure that Inna got the room to the farthest south of the courtyard, next to the convenience room which also served as the bathroom. All this was long before I was born.

Inna’s room had only one window, which opened to the courtyard. By the outside wall just below her window sat two old metal barrels that used to house fuel once upon a time. Now we used it to store water, topping it up several times a day from the well. The water level in Inna’s drums indicated what time of the day it was and what the household had been up to.

Three adjacent rooms lined the opposite of the house. Mama Mairo hogged those for herself, my father and his crops when it was harvest time. Out of harvest season, she used it as a storeroom or, more usually, as an extra room for her kids.

A large mango tree stood at the centre of the sandy courtyard, which served as a respite on the hot, dry afternoons. Across the courtyard from the zaure was the powerhouse, our firewood zinc kitchen, where Inna spent most of her time.

There was always one commotion or the other in the house because something bad always happened, almost always made to be Inna’s fault. I got the shock of my life when I saw the apparition in our courtyard. In front of me was a very delirious Habu, my elder stepbrother clearly high on some trash. I did not know what he got out of those. For some reason, he found his heaven in them. There he was, throwing a tantrum. A very grown-up-teenage-boy tantrum.

“I swear to God! If you don’t give me that money, I’m going to burn down the house!”

Mama was standing by her door, looking at her masterwork. Yes, she regularly bragged about Habu. She took pride that her son was a no-nonsense

boy who took decisions and replied for a taunt, tit for tat. Now, her pride was threatening to burn down her house. I wondered what she’d have to say.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Inna draw closer to Habu, “It’s okay, calm down Habu. We’ll get you the money, now sit down and rest. I know you must be tired. Are you hungry?”

Habu shoved Inna out of his way. We were all caught off guard.

“What do you have? Stupid poor folks, what do you have that you want to deceive me? You and your poor good-for-nothing husband. Even that stupid woman standing there by her door that claimed to be having a good business is broke. It’s all a sham. Let me tell you her secret.” And he lowered his voice an octave, “She takes people’s money and uses it for herself!”

He let out a long rumble of a laugh.

I could hear Mama gasp from where I stood next to Inna, holding her away from the mad Habu. He continued to ramble in a slurry voice. It lasted until, finally, Yusuf and Baba came in from the Masjid. They somehow managed to persuade him out of the house to the boys’ room in the zaure.

I sat with the now shaken Inna in her room. Halima, my immediate younger sister, spoke.

“Inna, you see what we’ve been telling you? These people hate you. I see no reason why we should interact with them. You’re nothing to them but just a substitute maid, you see what happens when we try to be one of them. There is no future for us. We can’t be together not as a family, so please let go of them and don’t enter their affairs.”

Inna smiled and said, “We should do good unto others. You never know the amount of reward for doing that. And, do you have any idea what your father must be going through because of their actions? Habu is your elder brother, I wouldn’t want you to be pointed out in town as the drug addict’s sisters. For your father’s sake, I don’t want anything going wrong with him.”

Hajo said, “Not if you’re punished to the point of emotional and physical abuse.”

Inna wanted to protest but I quickly said, “They are right, Inna. You should stay out of this. Look what he did to you today. I just don’t understand, after the way their mother treats you in this house. I wonder why you still want to reach out. Or do we need to remind you that never once has Habu greeted you good morning since he was born? That apart, I think it’s high time we stood up for ourselves in this house. We need to fight back.”

I was trembling by now. The anger had finally come to roost, firing my engines.

I still could not shake off the image of Inna being shoved away by Habu. He was a lanky but very strong young man. And I knew she was hurt and was just braving it so that we wouldn’t get worried.

The house was quiet for the next few days after that drama.

I was standing in front of the storeroom, plaiting my hair into two thick braids when I heard raised voices from the kitchen. I secured my head-tie and moved towards the kitchen.

“Increase it, you’re so miserly. Need I remind you that this is not Malam Audu’s property? Oya, two more ladles.” It was Mama. She stood over Inna, her enormous silver bowl on the floor. Inna was dishing out danwake. Just as I came in, Mama limped a few steps forward and took the larger pot and turned its contents into her bowl.

Inna looked at her. “But that is all of it, I haven’t served Malam.”
“Make another batch,” Mama said, as she turned to leave the kitchen.
I don’t know what possessed me. All I remember was grabbing the bowl

from Mama’s hand and going back into the kitchen. I opened Baba’s food flask and poured his food in. Taking some ground pepper, oil, and Maggi cube, I dressed Mama’s share of food and handed a dumbfounded Mama her bowl. She stared at me like she’d seen a ghost.

“Is it not enough?” I asked, she grudgingly trudged back to her room. Inna smiled, shaking her head. She said, “You did not have to do that.” “Oh, if I’m going to see that smile on your face again, I’ll do that again

and again.”
Inna rinsed her hands in a rubber basin before taking care of Baba’s meal. “Here, take this to Malam. Let me finish with your food. Tell Halima and

Hajo to come and take theirs. Aisha is fasting today.”
“Okay,” I said, as I took Baba’s breakfast, feeling on top of the world. It

felt good to fight back for Inna. Oh, that look on Mama’s face. I wished I had seen that more often.

I walked to the hadda school with my sisters, narrating the morning incident to them. I somehow managed to understand that day’s tajweed class

better. That is saying a lot. After finishing my JSCE, Baba had enrolled me in the hadda school. Now my sisters went with me because they were on their holidays. I was in a good mood. It was a pleasant day.

I had more pleasant days until Baba announced that he would travel to Gero to take Iyami’s wedding kola nut, a token distributed among relatives and friends, to announce either a wedding engagement or, sometimes, a set date for a wedding.

That dampened my spirits because Baba’s travel always meant days of starvation. The house’s authority was handed over to her majesty, Mama Mairo, who made sure we had next to nothing of the money given to her. She would give Inna a hundred naira daily, while she and her daughters lunched and dined on street bought Moi-Moi, Awara, and the likes.

I was so engrossed with the issues at home, strategizing a plan that would set Inna free from Mama’s clutches when Lantana touched my shoulder to bring me out of my reverie. Apparently, I was out of it.

“Haba Hadiza! What kind of thoughts are you putting yourself into these days? Would someone just be talking to you while you keep ignoring them? That doesn’t define a true friend, you know?”

I blinked back into focus. “Oh, Lantana, I’m so sorry. Just the issues at home, you know how it gets when Baba travels.”

“Oh, dear! I’m sorry about that, everything shall come to pass in sha Allah.”

“Come let’s go and get some water for ablution. It’s almost Asr and you know Malam Habu, he starts the takbir immediately after the adhaan,” I said. “Yeah, and that too as fast as a Ferrari. When you start your ablution at the beginning of the takbir, before you wash your left leg he’d be saying the

We both chuckled. “May Allah forgive you, Lantana.”
With that, we went to the school’s tap to get our kettles filled.
I filled my kettle and took Lantana’s and two more of the kettles strewn

there for some other students to use later. After the other day’s narrow escape, I decided to join the league of early comers praying my late afternoon prayers in the school’s masjid.

From my vantage point, I saw Malam Saddam standing by his motorcycle while he conversed with a stranger. A wave of uneasiness washed over me. I could not help it but it seemed their attention was on me. When I shifted slightly to confirm, I could swear the stranger’s eyes were dead on me. Our gazes locked, his eyes were intense. I averted my gaze and said rapid isti’aza incantations.

Lantana was still laughing. “I swear I saw them look at me. It was so weird.”

“Why, you see everyone looking at you. From the provision store guy to the tailor and now it’s the Malam. Your paranoia is for real, girl.”

I was shocked to hear her say that, but who knew? Maybe what she said was right, maybe I was over thinking things. It was just too much. Baba had been persistent on me all these last months to introduce someone at home, seeing as my stepsister Zainab, who was my age mate, had already introduced someone. I just could not bring up anybody’s name at that point, not that there was a long queue of boys lined up who showed interest in me.

I was just plain Hadiza who was barely in her senior year in secondary school. In the looks department, I was just that. Plain. I did not apply makeup or wear shapely clothes. Pfff, which curves was I going to flaunt? It was not as if I was pencil thin, but I was okay with my figure all covered up in the exclusion of my hijab.

Someone once said to my face that I would not get any proposals if I kept covering myself like a secret pot or a married woman. I did not see any connection between the two though.

I would love to tell them that I was not interested in boys and my books were paramount to me. Nevertheless, I knew no one would listen to me. My household was among those that believed when a girl had her first period; the next should be in her husband’s house.

The only respite was that Baba was equally against forced marriages. He would let us go to school as long as we had no suitors on our tails. Once suitors started showing up, Baba would start talking to you to formalize everything. According to him, it was degrading the family honour to be seen with a throng of men at one’s heels. Only loose girls did that, he believed.

Anyways, halfway through the day’s classes, I was summoned to the staff room by none other than Malam Saddam, our Hadith teacher who was also the head teacher. I then knew I was right. Something was definitely up. This was not good, so not good.

“Assalamu alaikum.”

“Wa alaikumussalam,” he answered from the very small space allotted to him as his office.

“Ya Mudir, they said you wanted to see me.”

He kept the pen he was holding on his table, which was overflowing with old report cards, roll-call sheets and manila files. He pointed me to the other chair in the office. By that point, I was very sure whatever it was would either make me bolt or keep me rooted to the chair. I think he was aiming for the latter.

“Hadiza, how are you?”
“Alhamdulillah,” I stuttered.
“Uhh, don’t worry, you’re not in trouble, I just wanted to ask you something.”
That got all my senses peaked. I wanted to hear what he had to say. I had

a suspicion. The only compensation I had that he would not say anything untoward to me was that he was the rule enforcer. There had been some cases where teachers got involved with students that had led to a full-blown court case filed by the girls’ parents.

Knowing that Malam Saddam knew what was at stake made me relax a bit.

“Hadiza, do you have any prospective suitor that your parents know about?”

I stumbled out of the chair I was perched on.
The way I reacted made him jump out of his seat. “Are you okay?”
I was shaking, my eyes big as saucers.
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“Sorry about that. So, what do you have to say? Because a friend of mine

saw you here and he showed an interest in you. But he asked me to speak to you first.”

I realized that he was waiting for my response. I was not comfortable with this, whatever this was. I had never talked about anything personal with this man other than giving an excuse of being ill. He knew nothing about me apart from that which my bio data stated. Except maybe that I was a latecomer and an avid rule-breaker, though never a troublemaker.

“Hmm… Malam, I am about to get married,” I lied through my teeth. Which I was so sure was obvious, considering I hated telling lies.

“Look Hadiza, I know this is odd to you but my friend is serious about you. He has been bugging me to talk to you; he too wants to get married. Are you truly committed to someone?”

Oh, now I could not lie to him again.

“No, I’m not, but my father doesn’t allow us to see people randomly. You have to seek his permission. And, can I think about it first?” I rubbed my now dampened hands over my hijaab-clad legs.

“Sure, no pressure. Take your time and pray about it. Whenever you are ready with an answer, just let me know and I will pass it on. Or maybe you can give us an address to your house so that you two can meet each other and have a better understanding of things?”

“Okay, but first I have to tell Inna… I mean my parents.”

“Okay, thank you. You can go back to your class now.” He did not have to say that because I was already halfway out of the room. My palms were balmy and I was still shaking like a leaf in the rainy season.

“Ya Salam, Ya Salam!” I kept chanting until I reached our classroom where Lantana and Samira were waiting for me.

“What is wrong with you?” Samira asked. Before I said anything Lantana added, “Yeah, you look awful.”

“That’s because I feel awful. Gist you later, after school.”

No matter how much I tried to concentrate on my lessons, I just could not.


Umm-Adiyya Tsakure

Ya fi sau goma tana ƙarewa takardun da ke gabanta kallo, saboda ta gano inda ta yi kuskure, amma sam! Ta gaza samo wuri koda ɗaya ne, ita kanta ta san ta ƙona lokacinta wajen tsara wannan rahoton, domin ta bi komai daki-daki cikin tsari, sannan ta yi rubutun.

Agogonta ta kalla, domin kuwa lokacin da ya ɗibar mata ya cika, ga shi an kusa tashi, saboda haka dole ta san abin faɗa masa. Kodayake ta riga ta san ɓata lokacinta ma take yi, domin kuwa tunda ya rantse, sai ya ga kasawarta a duk abinda ta yi, ba abinda za tayi masa ta burge.

Wannan ya sa ta hada kan takardun ta jera su, sannan ta shigar da abin da ya kamata ta shigar a na’ura mai ƙwaƙwalwa cikin shafin kamfanin. “Ai idan ka san wata, ba ka san wata ba.” Ta furta ƙasa-ƙasa gudun kar su Oga Akim su ji ta. Kasancewar su uku suka rage a cikin ofishin nasu, sauran ma’aikata ukun yau sun fita aikin fili, (Field work).

Jakarta ta ɗaga ta kimtsa komanta a ciki, cikin shirin tafiya gida saboda ta kula lokacin tashi ya gabato, sai a lokacin ta mulke hannunta man kariya daga ƙwayoyin cuta, (Sanitizer) da ke cikin Jakarta, wanda kaɗan daga cikin ɗabi’un Oga Musa da ta ɗauka kenan a iya fara aikinta da su watanni uku da suka gabata.

Umm Aɗiyya Zubair, Umm A. Kamar yadda kowa yake kiranta ko kuwa Ummu ga ‘Yan gargajiya ko manyan cikin dangi. Ta miƙa duka aikinta na ranar ga shugabanta wanda yake duba ayyukanta kafin a miƙa su ga Oga kwata-kwata. Sai dai yau a maimakon ya yi mata fara’a haɗe da sai da safe. Alama ya yi mata da ta zauna, bari ya duba, idan ba matsala, sai ta wuce.

Shiru ta yi tana kallon mutumin da tsakar kansa yake sheƙi, tsabar yadda yake tal! Ba ko burbuɗin gashi, ga wasu gilasai rau a idanunsa masu ƙarin ƙarfin idanu. A ganin farko, ba za ka ce Oga Akimu yare bane, saboda yadda kullum za ka gan shi cikin shiga na hausawa, sannan fuskarsa tamkar wani bafulatani, sai ya buɗi baki zai yi magana, za ka fahimci tsantsar bayarabe ne, na ƙarshe, don ko turanci yake yi za ka fahimci haka.

Bayan shi kuwa teburin Jamila ce a gefensa, wacce a halin yanzu ba ta nan sun fita tare da Oga Musa, wanda yake kusan matsayinsu ɗaya da Oga Akimu a ofishin. Ba laifi, daga fara aikinta tare da su, sun saba ƙwarai, idan ka ɗebe rashin sukuni da take samu daga wurin mugun murɗaɗɗen shugaban kamfanin, ko ma menene dalilinsa na ba ta aikin, tunda ya tsaneta, har haka oho?

Ita ma maganinta kenan, da har ta miƙa takardar neman aikin a nan. (Application), da ace ta fahimci asalin shi mai kamfanin da tuni ta tsere, tunda kaf garin ba shi bane mutum na ƙarshe da za ta iya aiki da ma’aikatansa.

Koda yake ita ta ɗorawa kanta wannan masifar, da ta nace ita sai NGO ko kuma kamfani mai zaman kansa za ta yi aiki. Idan banda haka, ayyuka nawa ta tsallake ta yiwo nan, da har za a zazzare mata idanu ana sha mata ƙamshi?

Hannu ta sa ta karɓi takardar da Oga Akim ke miƙa mata, “Ga wannan mabuɗin, shiga shafinmu na yanar gizonki, ya samu (Password), wanda aka fitar bayan gyagije shafin kamfani.

Ga naki nan da aka buɗe miki, saboda haka ko daga gida za ki iya ƙarasa wasu ayyukan.” Ya faɗa cikin turancinsa mai cike da harshen yarabanci.

Murmushi ta ƙago masa, ta yi godiya haɗe da saɓa jakarta ta yiwa Ayo (Ayodele) ban-kwana, wanda bai cika magana ba, duk ofis ɗin, sai ku wuni bai ce maku komai ba, dama da shi da Oga Musa ne, shiru-shiru, ɗan surutu kam sai Hasan, ita ma Ummu A. ɗin haka ta fi so, don sam ita ba ta ra’ayin ta zage tana ta shewa tana surutu da ma’aikatan ofis ɗinsu.

Sai da ta faki ƙayataccen babban falon da ya haɗa ƙofofin ofis-ofis na kamfanin, ta tabbatar ba za ta haɗu da damuwa ba, sannan ta danna kai, cikin ɗan falon wanda aka ƙayata da kujerun silba masu sulɓi suna sheƙi, ko ina shimfiɗe da marbles, ga ƙamshi ga sanyin iyakwandishin da ke ratsa ko ina, saboda duk baƙon da ya zo ya ji daɗin tarbar da aka yi masa.

Ganin ta wuce sumul ba tare da wani abin ɗaga hankali ba, ya sa ta kawo ajiyar zuciya ta sauke haɗe da lumshe idanu, ai kuwa kan ta buɗe su ta ji ta haɗu da wani abu mai tauri da ƙamshi da ɗumi, da sauri ta buɗe idanunta, gudun ko ta ji ciwo.

Ko me take tunani, ba ta ga abu a gabanta ba… Nan ta yi turus! Domin kuwa ba abu bane wanda dai take ta ƙoƙarin gujewa, shi ɗin ne ta faɗa kuma rigimarsa, domin ko ba ta faɗa ba, wannan kallon na tsantsar rigima ce a tare da shi, hakan ya sa ta kauce masa cikin sauri.

“Yi haƙuri!” Kawai ta iya faɗa, domin ba za ta ma iya ce masa Yallaɓai (Sir) ɗin ba, saboda dalilai masu dama.

“Idanun naki dama ba su gama warkewa bane, ki ka cire tabarau ɗin?” Ta san magana ya faɗa mata, amma ba ta nemi tanka masa ba, kafin ma ta ce wani abu ya ce, “Sannan, meye dalilinki na tauye min lokacina?”

A razane ta ɗago idanu aka yi rashin sa’a idanunsa tsab! A kanta suke, “Ko kuwa ƙarfe huɗu da rabi ki ka ji an faɗa miki shi ne lokacin tashi a aiki?”

A hankali ta sauke numfashi sannan ta ce, “Ayi min uzuri, ina da abu mai muhimmanci ne da ya taso min, shi ya sa.”

Ba tare da ya sake cewa komai ba, ya haɗe ran nan, uwar haɗewa, sannan ya sa kai cikin falon haɗe da saƙala hannunsa ɗaya a aljihun wandon suit ɗinsa na Hugo Boss, yayin da ta samu daman shigewa, amma ba tare da ta gagara jin tasirin ƙamshin turarensa a cikin ranta ba, domin kuwa ƙamshinsa kaɗai ke sawa ta haukace idan ta tuno abubuwa da dama, bare aje ga idanunsa masu rigima.

Da ƙyar ta samu hannunta ya bar rawa har ta iya tada motar, ba wai tsoron Oganta ne ya haddasa mata wannan halin da ta faɗa ba, tsoron abinda Ogan nata zai iya yi game da ita, shi ya fi ɗaga mata hankali.

A gaggauce ta wuce cikin gida, sai da ta yi wanka ta shirya, sannan ta nemi Maami wacce ta baro a ƙasa, ita ma dawowanta kenan daga kotu inda take aiki a (Court of Appeal).

Ta fi minti goma a zaune a falon ba tare da sanin abin da ke gewaye da ita ba, har sai da Fa’iz ƙaninta ya yi mata ihu a saman kai, ya sa ta firgita za ta hau shi da faɗa ne. Fa’iz ya ce, “Adda Ummu, dole ya yi miki ihu ai, don kin yi nisa. Maami ke tambayarki ko kin bada saƙonta kan ki dawo?” Sai lokacin ta kula da Maamin ma a falon.

“Wai meke damuna ne?” Ta faɗa a ƙasan ranta, ɗaya zuciyarta ce ta ba ta amsa da, “Me yake damunki kuwa? Banda tunanin Zaid Abdur-Rahman?” Take ta ture wannan tunanin, “Allah ya sawwaƙa na yi tunaninsa, akan wane dalili? Mutumin da ya haramta gareni?

Ko bai haramta ba, da ni da tunanina mun yi masa fintiƙau, babu abinda zai sa tunaninsa ya zama halastacce a gareni. Saboda babu wanda na tsana duk duniya, irin sa.”

“Umm Aɗiyya lafiya ki ke kuwa?” Jin muryar Maami ya sa ta yi saurin yaƙe baki, cikin murmushin kawar da damuwar da take ciki ta ce, “Maami lafiya ƙalau, kawai dai na gaji ne. ”

“Sannu, ki huta mana sannan mu ci abinci.”

Shafa ɗan shafal ɗin cikinta ta yi, cikin yatsina fuska ta ce, “Maami ku fara kawai, a ƙoshe na ke.”

Kallon tsab! Mahaifiyarta ta bita da shi sannan ta ce, “Kin tabbata ba wani abu ko? Ba dai Za…” Da sauri ta kaɗa kanta ta ce, “Ba komai Maami. Ku ci bari na yi shirin sallah na ga maghrib, ya gabato.”

Ta daɗe tana azkaar, bayan ta idar da sallah, sannan ta sauko falon daga ɗakinta da ke sama, sai dai turus! Ta yi ganin mutanen falon, wani irin abu ne ta ji ya taso ya turniƙe mata zuciya yana yi mata ciwo. Daidai lokacin da abin tuhumar nata ya juyo suka haɗa idanu.

Tunda take, ba ta taɓa ganin mugun mutum marar kunya irin Zaid Abdur-Rahman ba. Ta so ta juya, amma ganin su Maami ya sa ta fasa, ta shigo falon ta gaishe su sama-sama, don tare suke da Yayanta Saadiƙ.

Har ma yana tambayarta, “Umm A. Da fatan dai waɗannan ba su ba ki wahala a wurin aikin?”

Murmushi ta yi har sai da kumatunta ya loɓa, sannan ta ce, “Mutanen da suka bi ni har da roƙo, saboda na yi masu aiki ba sau ɗaya ba ba sau biyu ba, ai ka ga ba za su yi garajen ba ni wahala ba, don haka ina aiki na cikin kwanciyar hankali, with full amenities. Ko ba haka ba?” Ta faɗa cikin ɗan murmushinta haɗe da harɗe hannayenta saman ƙirjinta.

Idanunsa ya zuba mata tamkar mai karantar duk wani motsi da ruhinta yake yi, “Saadiƙ, dole mu kula da Aɗiyya, saboda ko ba komai ta san yadda take amfani da ƙwaƙwalwarta, she’s very smart.” Ya ƙare maganarsa cikin murmushi.

Tsumewa ta yi haɗe da aika masa kallon banza. Dole ka ce ku na kula da Adiyya, banda ɗan karan wuyar da ku ke ba ni, me ku ke yi? Kullum na yi aiki, sai an ƙwaƙulo kuskure a ciki, ko me ya kai shi ɗauka na aikin ma tun farko, oho? Barin falon ta yi zuwa kicin, inda ta yi zamanta a can ta ci abincinta.

Bata sake bi ta kan falon ba, bare ta san lokacin tafiyarsa. Tana kwance kan gado sai aikin saƙe-saƙe take yi, abu ɗaya ke yawo a ƙwaƙwalwarta, kuma hanya ɗaya ce da za ta bi don magance wannan damuwar, ita ce ta bar aiki a AZ IT Consultants. A karo na uku!

Ko su kaɗai suke ɗaukar ma’aikatan da suka karanta fagenta, ta yafe wannan aikin da irin uƙubar da take shiga kullum wayewar gari. “To ma wai aikin dole ne?” Umm Aɗiyya ta tambayi kanta, ba tare da sanin dalili ba, ta samu kanta tana tsiyayar hawaye. “Duk har da laifin Abba ma, yaya za ayi bayan na faɗa masa komai kuma ya ce na ci-gaba da aiki da su?”


Babbar yatsar hannunsa na dama yake kaɗawa kan sitiyarin motar, yana tafe yana tunanin abubuwa da dama. ƙwarai ya san cewa ba ƙaramin kuskure ya yi ba da ya sake barin Umm Aɗiyya ta shiga rayuwarsa.

Koda kuwa ta fuskar aiki ne, duk da kasancewar ba yadda za ayi ya yakice ta daga rayuwarsa, saboda abin da ya haɗa su ba ƙaramin abu bane da zai warware a dare ɗaya, abin da ya haɗa su dangataka ce da ba ta rabewa ba, a tunaninsa ya mance da ita, ya sa ta a gefe, ba za ta taɓa tayar masa da abubuwan da ya zaci ya adanasu ya ɓoyesu a wani lungu a can cikin ƙirjinsa ba, sai dai yau abin da ya gani a tare da Adiyya, sun motsa masa abubuwa da dama masu daɗi da masu ɗaci.

Amma ya zama dole ya dubi ɓangaren daya dace ya yi aiki da shi, saboda hakan zai fi fishe su, daga shi har ita. Har rana mai kamar ta yau ba zai taɓa mance abinda ya faru ba. Birki ya ja da ƙarfi, a dalilin wata motar da suka kusa yin karo, ashe tsabar tunani, ta sa ya bar kan hanyarsa ya hau wata daban.

“Zaid Abdur-Rahman ka wuce haka!” Ya faɗa a bayyane, yayin da ya yanki kwanar (Darussalam Close da ke Wuse 2), inda shiryayyen gidansa yake.


Zaid Abdur-Rahman Nafaɗa ɗa na uku a cikin yara goma sha bakwai wurin mahaifinsa, mutum ne da ya taso cikin gatansa dai-dai gwargwado, mutum ne kuma da ya saba samun duk abin da ya nema, ko ya yi burin samu, saboda hazaƙarsa da kuma jajircewansa.

A garin Gombe ya yi ƙaramar makarantarsa kafin ya wuce zuwa sakandirensa a birnin tarayya Abuja, a Kwali. Wannan ya yi mafarin zamansa gidan Baffansa ƙanin mahaifinsa Builder Zubair Nafaɗa.

Tun daga lokacin kuwa zaman shi ya fi yawa a hannun ƙanin mahaifin nasa, don ba kowane hutu ma yake zuwa gidansu ya yi ba. Sai a nan Abuja yake hutunsa. Koda ya tashi tafiya jami’a. Baffansa (Abba) ne ya yi masa duk wani abin da ya dace har ya wuce India, inda ya karanci aikin Injiniyar sadarwa. (Telecommunications Engineering).

Kallo ɗaya za ka yiwa Zaid, ka fahimci shi ba mai yawan magana bane.

Bayan ya kammala karatunsa  na digiri ne, ya wuce karo ilimin Masters ɗinsa inda ya tafi jami’ar Hertfordshire da ke United Kingdom, duk dai kan IT, ya karo ilimin.

Mutum ne wanda ya riƙi neman ilimi da tsantsar muhimmanci, haka nan yana da karambani wurin yawan bincike da nemo sabon abu, wannan ya sa ya yi suna har ya yi fice. Dalilin haɗuwarsa da wani bayarabe ma kenan wurin wata gasa ta ƙasa har suka zamo abokai.

Kowa yana inda yake, yayin da Zaid yake aiki da ma’aikatar kimiyya da fasaha ta ƙasa. Femi yana aiki a Warri, amma a hankali suka zame suka tada wani ɗan kamfaninsu na gina Softwares da kuma ƙera gamayyar kwamfuta (Hybrids), a hankali abinsu na bunƙasa har suka gamu da wani mutumin Adamawa Sufyaan. Shi ma ya zuba hannun jarinsa, aka ci-gaba da tafiya, ga shi yanzu bayan watsa kayan kamfaninsu da suke yi cikin ƙasa, suna shigo da na waje, sannan suna bada shawarwari wa masu neman shawara .

Wannan ya sa suka yi fice kan ka ce meye (AZ IT Consultants), ya yi suna a faɗin ƙasar, don ba inda ba su shiga domin hada Networks da kuma ƙaddamar da sabbin Softwares, kama daga bankuna da kamfanoni, asibitoci zuwa ma’aikatu da kuma kafa na’urar tsaro na kamfononi da ma’aikata har ma da gidaje.

Zaid Abdur-Rahman mutum ne tsaurarre da ba ka taɓa gane alƙiblarsa kuma mutum ne murɗaɗɗe, idan ba ka yi sabo da shi ka daɗe da fahimtar cewa hakan yake ba, za ka ɗauka ba wanda ya kai shi faɗin rai. Wannan ya sa duka abokan kasuwancinsa guda biyu suke mamaki, idan suka samu abokin ciniki, (Client) ta dalilin Zaid.

Ganin kamfaninsu ya bunƙasa ya sa suka yi masa tsari na zamani suka samu ofishi na musamman suna kuma ɗiban ma’aikata, har makarantar horar da mutane kan harkar ƙera Softwares da kula da Komfutoci, (Maintainance), suna da shi a wannan kamfanin. Yanzu shekaru bakwai kenan da fara wannan harkar tasu.

Yawan kamewarsa ce ta sa bai ganin amfanin ma ya tsaya wai bin mace, tana ba shi wahala. Wannan ya sa shi sam mata ma ba su gabansa bare wata aba wai soyayya. Soyayyarsa ɗaya ce, ita ce ga Komfutarsa. Idan har ka ga yana sakewa mutum fuska, to ‘yar-uwarsa ce, mutum ɗaya ce jininsa ya haɗu da nata wato Asma’u.

Abinda ya sa kuma ba ta ɗaukarwa kanta halayyar shisshigewa ɗa namiji ba, sannan kuma tana da gudun zuciyar mutum. Tun tasowarta yake kulawa da lamarinta, domin tasu ta zo ɗaya.


          BABI NA BIYU

Umm Adiyya Zubair, yarinya ce mai kimamin shekaru ashirin da huɗu a duniya. Ita ce ‘ya ta huɗu wurin iyayensu. Bldr. Zubair Nafaɗa da kuma Justice Khadija Muhammad, wacce suke kira Maami haɗe da jan ‘Maa’ ɗin Maamin.

Idan ana kiran kyawawa, sam Umm Adiyya ba ta saka kanta a cikinsu, amma kuma duk wanda zai ganta a gefe da irin yanayin kyawun da zai siffanta ta da shi. Ba ta da tsawo, idan banda kyawun dirinta ma, mutum ba zai ba ta shekarunta ba, idan ya yi mata ganin farko. Fara ce sol! Kuma tana da cikakkun ƙugu, wanda ya tafi daidai da yanayin jikinta na mai ƙaramin ruwa.

Kallo ɗaya za kai mata ka san cewa ita cikakkiyar bafulatana ce, domin hatta gashin kanta yauƙi da tsawo yake da shi, ga wadataccen gashin gira da ƙaramin baki, sai madaidaita idanunta, wanda suke ƙunshe da wani annuri, kullum farare tas! Za ka gansu, ba ta da dogon hanci irin dai na Fulani, amma yadda take da ƙaramar fuska haka madaidaicin hancinta ya dace da ƙaramin bakinta da ya zauna a fuskarta.

Ba ta cika son hayaniya ba sam, kuma akwaita da ƙwazo da hazaƙa, domin yanzu haka ta kammala karatunta a ɓangaren Engineering, inda take da digiri a (Electrical Electronics Engineering), kowa yana mamakin zaɓin wannan ɓangaren na karatun nata, ganin ta na ‘ya mace, yawanci mata sun fi son kos masu sauƙi.

Amma kuma haka zalika kowa ya san za ta iya, domin Umm Aɗiyya tana da ƙwaƙwalwa sosai, ga shi ta gamu da iyaye masu ɗora yaransu kan tsari na ilimi na boko da na addini, don hatta Maami ba ta da wasa. Ba a batun Abban su kam, da ba daman ya shigo gida ya ga babu littafi a hannunsu, sai sun samu rabonsu.

Yaya Saadiƙ shi ne babban yayansu, sai Adda Zubaida wacce ta yi aure tana zaune a Bauchi. Adda Asma’u ke bin Zubaida, sai Umm Adiyya da kuma ƙannenta maza Fa’iz da Faruƙ ‘yan biyun su.

Yaya Saadiƙ a garin Gombe yake aiki da Branch na PenCom, wanda yake can, sai Asma’u wacce ita kuma da AZ IT take aiki a nan Abuja. Inda suke da zama, a halin yanzu ma aurenta ake shirin yi, wanda shi ne musabbabin juyewar duniyar Ummu A. kamar yadda suke kiranta wasu lokutan.

Duk da kasancewarta shiru-shiru. Allah ya bawa Umm Aɗiyya tarin masoya ta ko ta ina, domin tun kan ta gama karatu, iyayen kansu sun zaci za a samu wanda za ta gabatar a cikin maneman nata, tun suna zuba mata idanu, har suka ga abin ya yi yawa suka sa ta a gaba da tambaya, amma ta nuna masu ita babu tukun na. Har suna tunanin haɗata da ‘yar-uwarta su aurar  da su tare, sai ga shi bayan shekaru uku Asma’u za ta yi nata auren, amma Umm Adiyya shiru.

Maami ta sha ajiyeta ta sa ta a gaba da tambayoyi, amma kullum amsar ɗaya ce, “Maami babu dai tukun na, komai lokaci ne.” Don haka Maami ta ƙyaleta.



ABUJA, (2003)

Wata ranar Litinin ta fito da ƙawayenta Nazira da Suwaiba za ta rako su mota, bayan sun gama bitan karatunsu na jarabawar da za su soma na (WAEC), a cikin satin, shi kuma ya iso gidan. Har ga Allah fitowarsa daga mota da ta gan shi, sam ba ta san me ya same ta ba, illa iyaka sai ji ta yi su Nazira suna cewa, “Kar ki manta ki fito da wuri goben.”

Yaƙe ta yi masu kawai, saboda har zuwa lokacin, ji take yi kawai gabanta na dukan uku-uku. Na farko dai ba yau ta fara ganinsa ba, na biyu kuma ba yau ta fara ganin kyakkyawan namiji ba, amma ta rasa me ya sameta da ta yi masa kallo guda! Ta sa kai za ta koma cikin gida ne ya ce, “Ke Aɗiyya, ba kya ganin mutane ne?”

Jikinta na rawa ta ce “Yaya Zaid, sannu da dawowa”

“Haba, ko ‘yan makwaɓta dai suka ganni sun san su yi farin-cikin ganina bare ‘yar ƙanwata, shekara nawa? Shekaru biyu ƙwarara ba ki ganni ba, iya murnan ki kenan? To na ajiye ki a gefe, daga yau Asma’u ce mutumiyata.”

Murmushi ta yi ta rufe fuskarta sannan ta ce, “Sorry, Yaya Zaid.” Sannan ta miƙa hannu za ta karɓi jakar hannunsa wacce ta fi kama da ta komfuta, da sauri ya janye ya ce, “Je ki abinki, na hutasshe ki, su Fa’iz za su tayani.”

Ai ba ta ida rufe baki ba, suka tunkaro su, cikin murna da hayaniya, wannan ya sa ta koma ciki jiki a sanyaye, har dare ranar ta kasa sanin abu guda da yake mata daɗi, lokacin ba ta danganta shi da ganin Yaya Zaid ba, saboda ita daman ba wani sabo take yi da mutane ba, saboda shirunta ya yi yawa.

Tana ganin yadda kowa ya damu da shi, don ko wurin iyayenta idan ba tsoron ƙarya ba, sai ta ga kamar sun fi ji da Yaya Zaid akan su. Kwanakin shi biyu da dawowa, ya tafi Gombe wurin iyayensa. Umm Adiyya kuwa ta maida kai haiƙan wurin karatunta, dama ba tayar baya bace.

Ita har ta manta da zancen Zaid, saboda ya ɗauki satuttuka kafin nan ya dawo. Ai kuwa bayan ya dawo, da gaske yake yi ya share ta, domin sau goma zai in aike, to Asma’u ko su Fa’iz yake sawa.

Wani baƙon al’amari a gareta shi ne, duk inda aka ambaci sunansa a gidan, to tana sauraran ta ji me za a faɗa, saboda haka kawai hira idan dai ta Zaid ce, to yana sa ta nishaɗi. Idan kuwa ta gan shi, sai gabanta ya yi wannan faɗuwar.


Tana cikin karatu da yamma a falon Abba, kasancewar duka ana hira a falon Maami ne, ya sa ta zaɓi nan saboda ta samu natsuwa, ba ta san hawa ba bare sauka, ta ji an cire mata littafin daga hannunta.

“Adda Asm…” Ba ta ƙarasa ba ta yi dif! Saboda koda wasa ba ta yi tunanin shi bane, “Har za a yiwa Adda Asma’u masifa, oya ci-gaba ina jinki.”

“Ba masifa fa zan yi ba Yaya Zaid.” Ta faɗa a cikin muryarta ta shagwaɓa.

“Ba surutu na ce ki min ba, karatun za ki min.” Nan ne ya duba abinda take nazari, nan take kuwa ya jefo mata tambaya.

Ganin haka, ya sa ita ma ta ba shi amsa yadda ya dace, sun daɗe suna haka daga baya ya ce, “Good, ina son haka, tunda kin gane sai ki huta, kuma anjima idan ki ka ɗaga, sai ki ji kin ƙara fahimta.”

“Na gode.” Ta faɗa ƙasa-ƙasa, duk yadda yake shige mata, wataran ya zolayeta, ita kanta ba ta taba ruɗin kanta ba, domin ta san Yaya Zaid ba abinda ya tsana irin raini ko kuwa wasa, don kaf! Dangi ma ita da Asma’u ne suke cin arziƙin ya yi masu wasa. Hakan ya sa ta kama kanta, muddin ba shi bane ya fara janta da irin wannan ba ta taɓa yi masa iyakacin su gaisuwa.

Bayan sun gama ne, wayarsa ta yi ƙara wannan ya sa ya miƙe, domin amsa wayar, binsa ta yi da kallon tsaf! Koman Yaya Zaid kyau yake mata, muryarsa wanda take mai zurfi a murje, tamkar wanda ya yi kos wajen fidda sauti mai daɗi. (Deep Smooth Whisper-Like Voice).

Yanayin yin abubuwansa da komansa cikin natsuwa yake yi, siriri ne ba shi da ƙiba, haka nan dogon fuska gare shi, wanda dogon hanci ya shimfiɗu a kai, yana da tsawo. Domin idan ka dubi Umm Aɗiyya, ka dubi Zaid to za ka ga cewa koman su ya sha banbam, saboda hasken Zaid ba fari bane tas! Zama a fi jera shi a sahun bakake. Gashin kansa ne kawai irin nata, wanda yake a kwance kamar na jarirai.

Haka take zaune har tsawon minti ashirin, sai da Faruƙ ya shigo falon, sannan ta dawo hayyacinta ta kula da iya tsawon lokacin da ta ɗauka tana tunani. Ba ta yi aune ba, son Zaid ya shige ta faraɗ ɗaya, domin ba ta san so bane, sai da ta yi nisa sosai. Shi kuwa tsakaninsa da ita aika da karatu, baya ga haka, ko hira ba su yi.

A wannan yanayin ta kwashe shekara guda cikin soyayyar ɗan-uwanta wanda bai san tana yi ba. Zuwa lokacin adimishan ɗinsu, har ya fito ta fara karatunta a (A.T.B.U Bauchi), ganin Adda Zubaida ta yi aure anan, ya sa abin ya zo da sauƙi. Tafiyarta makaranta ne ya ɗan rage mata abubuwa, saboda rashin ganinsa ya sa ta samu sassauci, duk da kuwa ta yi sabbin manema a Bauchi, ba ta ba su fuska ba.

Tun dawowar Zaid daga karatu, shekaru biyu kawai yayi yana aikin gwamnati, kafin su haɗa kai shi da abokansa biyu, su buɗe kamfaninsu na na’ura mai ƙwaƙwalwa.

Wannan aikin ne kusan ya canza Zaid daga Zaid ɗin da, domin kuwa sai ya zamana babu wani abin da ya sa a gaba, sai (AZ IT Consultants & Services.) Abu ya haɗu da albarkar iyaye, sai haɓɓaka yake yi, babu kama hannun yaro.


ABUJA, 2005

Yana zaune a cikin Apartment ɗin da Abba ya ware masa, yana duba wasu rahotanni da wani ma’aikacinsu, ya shiryo ne, wayarsa ta ɗau tsuwwa, bai da niyyar amsawa, amma da ya ga fuskar wayar, nan da nan ya amsa.

“Haba dai Sweetheart, kuma haka ake yi ne? Sai ki share ni, don kawai kin tafi Sakkwato?”

Asma ta yi dariya ta ce, “Haba Yaya Zaid kuma idan na share ka, ai kai me nemo ni ne, ka ji ko, lafiya.”

“Uhm da wannan ma don wannan, ayyuka ne suka sha gabana. Yaya karatun dai?”

“Karatu, Alhamdulillahi, amma ya ɗau zafi.”

“Haka ne daman ai, Allah dai ya taimaka, sai fa kin dage, don na ji labari Umm tun tafiyarta first class, take ja, idan ki ka yi wasa, za ta fi ki ƙoƙari.”

“Kai rabu da ƙwaƙwalwar Ummun nan, wa zai iya Competition da ita? Ai sai mutum ya kar kansa.”

Dariya ya yi ya ce, “Duk ƙaton kan nan naki, ki ce ba ki da irin ƙwaƙwalwar Ummu? Ita fa saboda tsabar ƙanƙanta, hatta kanta ma ƙarami ne.”

“Idan ta ji-ka dai tsakaninku, na gaisheka. Yaya Zaid banda credit.”

“Yau kam tunda kin kyauta, kin kirani kin cancanci Recharge card, na san sha’anin Students.”

“Kai amma da ka kyauta min kuwa sosai, na gode. Ina saurare.”

Murmushi ya yi suka yi sallama, yana tunani a ransa, daga bisani kam kashe komfutar ya yi, sannan ya fito ƙofar Apartment ɗin, wanda yake cikin katanga ɗaya da gidan Abba a unguwar Maitama. Domin haka nan ya samu kansa a cikin nishaɗi.

Ai ko Asma’u ba ta matsa a wurin ba, ta ga ya yi mata transfer ɗin katin waya na dubu biyar.



Ranar da ta kammala jarrabawarta, ta haɗa jakarta tsab! Adda Zubaida kam tana ganin ikon Allah, “Yanzu Ummu A. Ba za ki ɗan yi mana hutun bane za ki yi gaba?”

“Zan dawo saura sati a fara karatu, yanzu kam Allah ya gani na yi kewar Maami sosai, kuma ke ma kin san don gidanki na ke, da kin ga sawunta a nan.”

“Hmmm! ‘Yar Maami kenan, kamar ke ce autan ma ba Twins ba. Na amince ki tafi, amma ana saura sati biyu hutu ya ƙare, zan kiraki na yi miki tuni.”

“Ah, Adda Zubaida sati biyu ya yi yawa ai. Ina laifin kwana biyar?”

“Cuwa-cuwa kenan, anya ba wani catch aka yi a Abujan nan ba ake ta saurin tafiya?”

Nan da nan Umm Adiyya ta ɓata rai, “Wuuu! Rufa min asiri. Allah ya suturu bukwui, yau me ya kai ni? Inji da damuwar kaina mana.”

Adda Zubaida na dariya ta ce, “Ke dai Allah ya shiryeki. Wallahi, sai ki ci karatun ai. Muna nan da ke, sai mun samo miki miji ai.”

“Wai, ina ce haka ku ka bar Adda Asma’,  ni meye  ya sa ku ka sa min idanu?”

“Wai ma ki bar ruɗin kanki, domin na san Abba haɗaku zai yi idan ya tashi, ba sau ɗaya ba, na ji yana faɗin hakan, don haka tun kafin ta fidda gwaninta, ke ma ki riƙe naki a hannu.”

“Kar ki damu, zan jira har ta samu nata tukun.” Zubaida dai dariya kawai ƙanwar tata take ba ta, domin da an mata maganar aure, to tamkar an kawo labari mai ban tsoro ne, nan da nan za ta ture shi a gefe, ita a tunaninta don ba ta ga wanda take so bane, a rashin saninta, tsoron fitowar soyayyar wanda take so ɗin, ya sa koda yaushe take janyewa tattaunawa akan wannan maudu’in.

Ba ta tashi shiga tashin hankali ba, sai da mai ɗaukarta ya iso, don koda wasa ba ta taɓa tsammanin shi za ta gani ba, ita dai sun yi da Abba za a taho yau washegari su kama hanya. Don haka ganin Yaya Zaid ya ba ta mamaki ƙwarai, yaya aka yi ya bar duka ayyukansa, don ya zo ɗaukarta?

“Umm A. Magana dai Yaya Zaid yake miki kin yi shiru.” Adda Zubaida ce ta yi magana, wannan ya sa ta ɗago a firgice. “Na’am Yaya.”

“To ko dai EE ɗin ne suka fara juya maki ƙwaƙwalwa tun yanzu?”

Kanta a ƙasa, ta ɗan yi murmushi, “Ki shirya wai ku tafi, zai gaida su Baffah Abdu a Gombe sannan ya koma, ko za ki jira shi sai ya dawo ku wuce?”

“Me za ta zauna ta yi? Ba sai mu je ta gaishe su ba, ki na ganinta, ba ta son zumunci. Baƙin halinta ya yi yawa, ba ta son mutane.” Gaba ɗaya sai ta ji nauyin shi, ganin har ya gano, ita ba mai son mutane bane. Duk da dai ba wai ba ta son mutanen bane, ita dai ba ta sakewa ne da mutum, idan jininsu bai zo ɗaya ba.

Tana ji, tana gani, ya sa ta shirya suka kama hanyar Gombe, ita tsoronta ɗaya, kar ta yi wani abu, ko ta ce wani abu da zai sa ya ganota, don muddin ya gane tana sonsa, ta san za ta sha wulaƙanci, don haka take samun labarin masu nuna soyayyarsu da farko wa saurayi suke fuskanta, mafi yawan lokuta.

“Yaya ki ka yi shiru? Sanyi ki ke ji ne?”

“A’a”. Ta ba shi amsa a taƙaice, duk iya ƙoƙarinsa na ganin cewa ta sake ya gagara, to shi ɗin ma daman ba wai hirar bace ta dame shi, yana da abubuwan da suka wuce wannan, don haka ya yi shiru ya bar ta, har isar su.

Yau ma gidan a cike kamar ko yaushe wannan yana ɗaya daga cikin dalilan da ya sa ba ta cika son zuwa ba saboda hayaniya, amma kuma idan tana cikin ‘yan-uwanta, ta kan ji daɗin yadda suke ƙaunar junansu.

Alhaji Abdur-Rahman Nafaɗa, matansa na aure uku ne, wannan ya sa yake da yara da yawa, don ɗakin su Zaid ma su biyar ne. Zaid shi ne na uku, ya biyo Yayan shi Nazif, sai babbar yarsu Sa’adiyya, ɗakin Anty yaranta shida. Sai Umma wacce take da yara shida ita ma. Don haka ba ka raba gidan da yara, duk da dai ‘yan matan sun yiyyi aure, akwai ‘yan mata uku, sai samarin gidan.

“Wai lallai yau Zaid ka yi abin arziƙi, Umm Aɗiyya ka ɗauko mana? Shi ya sa na hango hadari ɗazu ta gabas ɗin nan.”

Duka jama’ar falon suka sa dariya, bayan sun ji bayanin Anty. Kunya duk ta rufeta ta ce. “Anty, ai ina son zuwa, ba na samun lokaci ne, da zarar an koma, to karatu da zafi-zafi muke yi.”

“Ayya, to Allah ya taimaka.”

“Maryam, samo masu abinci da abin sha daga falon Babanku, na san can kam ba za a rasa ba, kun yi tafiyar yamma.”

Umm Aɗiyya kam ta san ba yunwa take ji ba, sai dai ba yadda za ta ce su bari, shi ya sa ta yi shiru. Muryar Zaid ta ji ya ce, “Kai! Anty abincin kun nan ku bar shi kawai sai dai na dare, ni dai ba ni jin yunwa, sai dai ko Ummu?” Ta ji mamakin yadda tunaninsu ya zo ɗaya, sai murmushi ta yi.

A hankali ta girgiza kanta. “Kai dai ka hanata ci, ai da ba ta ce ba ta so ba, sai da ka yi magana. Rabu da shi, kar ki biyewa ɗan gidan kun nan, ya iya baƙin hali. Maryam tafi ki kawo mata.”

Ganin ta dage, ya sa ta haƙura aka kawo abincin, amma ɗan kaɗan ta ci, sai kunun aya ne mai sanyi ta sha sosai.

A falon cikin gida aka haɗu da dare aka yi ta hira, sai ga Umm Aɗiyya da dariya, saboda sai dai ba ka zauna da Umma da Anty ba, sai ka ci dariya, Mama kam tana gefe ba ta shiga sha’aninsu.

Wai saka yaran suka yi a gaba, sai dai su faɗa masu wacce tafi kyau. Duk abin nan da ake yi, hankalin Umm Aɗiyya na kan Zaid da ke zaune kan kujerar zaman mutum ɗaya, yana ta danna waya, da ta ga zai ɗago ido, sai ta maida ganinta wani wurin daban.

Washegari da sassafe suka ɗauki hanyar Abuja, sai dai yau ita ma ta shafawa kanta lafiya, tun da suka fara tafiya, ta sa gyalenta a saman fuska tana kallon windo, ta lumshe idanunta tamkar ta yi barci. Kasancewar sun samu waya, an kwana rikici a Riyom, ya sa suka ɗauki hanya ta Kano. Har shigar su Kano, ba ta motsa ba, duk (Check Point), da za su zo, bai sa ta buɗe idanunta ba.

Duk rashin son hayaniyar Zaid, sai da shirun Umm Aɗdiyya. Ya dame shi, “Wai gum aka saka miki a bakinki ne hala?” Shiru ba ta ce komai ba, sai da ya nanata tambayarsa, sannan ne ta juyo ta kalle shi, suna haɗa idanu, ta sauke ganinta, “A’a kawai dai…”

“Kawai dai, ban iya hira mai daɗi ba ko?” Ya tambaya idanunsa a kan titi.

Da sauri ta ɗago ta dube shi, ƙwarai ta ji mamakin tambayarsa, “Yaya Zaid hira mai daɗi kuma?”

“Na yi ta miki magana tun ɗazu, amma kin yi nisa. Ba dai saurayi ki ka yi a Bauchin ba, ki na tunanin tafiya ki bar shi? Anya ma ki na karatun kuwa? Zan yi magana da Zubaida, ta sa miki idanu sosai, daga yin Session ɗaya kin fara zurfi a tunani, ina labarin sauran shekaru huɗun kuma fa?”

Gaba ɗaya sai ta ji maganar banbaraƙwai, wai namiji da suna Hajara, ita tana can tana ta fama da ciwon sonsa, shi yana tunanin har ma tana da wani saurayin da za ta iya ɓata lokacinta a kan tunaninsa? Har da wani yi mata faɗa. Hawaye ne ta ji sun ciko mata idanu, da sauri ta kau da kanta gefe, ta shiga gogewa a dabarance.

Shi ya zaci maganar da ya yi mata ne, ya sa take hawaye, don ya ga lokacin da ta goge hawayen haɗe da ɗan jan hanci kaɗan.

“Ko dai mu koma Bauchin ne, sai na ce da su Maami ‘yarsu kam ta yi masu bye-bye. Ta samu wanda ya sace mata zuciya.”

Dariya ta yi, don yadda ya yi maganar ta san zolayarta yake yi. Haka dai suke magana jifa-jifa. Can shi ma ya yi shiru, lokaci-lokaci yana amsa waya. Ba ta taɓa wahalalliyar tafiya ba irin ta ranar. Amma kuma ko ba komai ta ƙara samun lokaci da Yaya Zaid, wanda ya fi mata komai daɗi.

Wannan hutun gaba ki ɗaya ta yi shi ne cikin jin daɗi, saboda falon Abba dai shi ne wurin zamanta, ta fake da kallon labarai, amma haƙiƙanin gaskiya shigowar Yaya Zaid kawai take son gani. Dawowar Adda Asma’u daga Sakkwato ne ya ƙarawa gidan armashi.

Wannan ya sa sam Umm Adiyya ba ta so ƙarewar hutunsu ba, amma lokaci na yi, haka ta tattara ta koma Bauchi. Ranar kamar anyi mata mutuwa saboda ta so ƙwarai Yaya Zaid ya ce zai maidata, amma ba ta gan shi ba ma ranar tafiyar, bare su yi sallama, don haka koda suka isa, haka ta kashe dare cikin tunani tana kuka.

A wannan daren ne ta ɗauki ɗabi’ar tsayuwar dare, koda damuwa ko babu za ta tashi bare tana da babbar matsala, soyayyar Zaid. Kullum tana cikin addu’ar neman zaɓin Allah da kuma mafita.

Da yake a Hostel take zama, sai Weekends take zuwa wa Adda Zubaida, sam Adda Zubaida ba ta karanci halin da take ciki ba, sai ma ta maida hankalinta kan karatu tuƙuru, bare ma aikin Lab. Da ake ɗibga masu, baya barin mata lokacin tunani, ga Assignment ga Lab. Reports, duka sun haɗu mata. Wasu lokutan ko sha’awar zuwa Weekend ɗin ma ba ta yi, saboda abubuwa sun cunkushe mata.


“Baban Walid, ni kam ka duba min Ummu A, gaba daya ta canza banda yawan tunani babu komai a gabanta.”

Umm Aɗiyya ta yi murmushi ta ce, “Baban Walid don Allah ka bar Adda Zubaida, ita wai ba daman mutum ya yi shiru, sai ta ce yana tunani.”

Dariya ya yi ya ce, “Ki bar ta tana meditating ne saboda ƙwaƙwalwar ta sha iska, ke kin ɗauka kowa ne irin ki?”

Kallonsu kawai take yi tana murmushi, saboda yadda rayuwarsu yake burgeta, ba wanda zai yarda cewa shekaru huɗu da suka wuce, a waya suka haɗu, bayan ya kira wrong number. Akan su ta ƙara yarda da maganar nan da ake cewa, matar mutum kabarinsa. Ga shi yanzu ɗansu daya har na biyu na kan hanya. Wannan ya sa wataran ba ta damun kanta kan Yaya Zaid, saboda ta san idan mijinta ne, shi ma wataran zai so ta.

Ranar Asabar suna tafiya da ‘yar ɗakinsu Taƙiyya sun fito daga NLT karatu ne. Taƙiyya ta ce, “Umm Aɗiyya na manta na faɗa miki gobe su Ahmad fa za su isa gaisuwa wurin su Baba.”

Da sauri ta dubeta ta ce, “Haba dai! Kai Allah ya sanya alkhairi, wai finally Ahmad sarkin naci dai shi ya yi nasara.”

“Ai na faɗa miki, ba don nacinsa ba, da sai dai ya ƙara gaba, don na sha sallamarsa, amma yana nan ƙememe.”

“To yanzun me ya canza miki ra’ayi?”

“Kin ga duk iya shegen da na ke masa? Bai taɓa gajiya ba, kuma na san so yake min tsakani da Allah kuma ni ma shi na ke so, don haka na ga ba amfanin ɓata mana lokaci, kawai dai ya faye matsi ne.”

Murmushi ta yi da ta tuno kanta, da za ta samu ita ma wanda take so ya so-ta kamar hakan da ba ta da damuwa. Amma kowa da ƙaddararsa.

“To Allah ya tabbatar da alkhairi, ya kuma nuna mana lafiya.”

“Ameen, saura ku.”

“Wuu! Ai mu kam ba yanzu ba, ai zan haukace idan na haɗa family da wannan baƙar wuyar da ake ba mu.”

Taƙiyya ta yi dariya ta ce, “Wai, baƙar wuya.”

“Dole ki faɗi haka, ke da ki ke EMT ba ki da matsala, amma ki na ganin yadda muke shan wuya a Complex.”

“Allah dai ya sa a ƙare lafiya. Kar ki manta fa ku ne ‘yan VC’s list.”

“Hmm, wannan zangon, idan na ci sa’a ne ma a tsinto ni a HOD’s list.”

“Haba ke kuwa kar ki karaya mana, a taimaka dai a dage.”

Suna shiga ɗaki. Saudat ‘yar ɗakin su ta ce, “Umm Aɗiyya, ɗazu kuna fita, ki ka yi baƙo, aka turo nemanki, don sun buga, wayarki a kashe.”

Juya idanunta ta yi cikin jin haushi, ita ta tsani baƙin naci, daga ji ta san wannan Ibrahim ɗin ne, tsaki ta ja ta ce, “Can masu.”

“Sun bar saƙo, wai na ce miki yayunki ne daga Abuja, amma sun wuce Gombe, idan suna da time za su duba ki, akan hanyarsu ta dawowa.”

Da sauri ta juyo, saboda ta ji an ce yayyinta, wannan yana nufin Yaya Saadiƙ da Yaya Zaid kenan. Maza ta yi ta karɓi envelope ɗin hannun Saudat. Kuɗi ne a ciki dubu ashirin, sai ‘yar takarda, (Note), an yi rubutu mai kyau, ko duba biyu ba ta buƙata, ta san mai rubutun, don kullum sha’awa rubutun ke ba ta, a cikin cursive handwriting yake rubutunsa.


“Mun shigo ba mu sameki ba, ga wannan ki sa kati, ba yawa, next time Inshaa Allah. Take care.”

Zaid Abdur-Rahman & Saadik Zubair.


Ranar ta karanta takardar ya fi sau ashirin, tana shafa rubutun tana jin ƙamshin takardar. Har takardar ta soma tsufa. Wannan ya sa ta haƙura ta yi masu kyakkyawar ajiya, daga takardar har kuɗin.

Murna da ƙyar ya bar ta, ta iya barci ranar, sai dai ta ji haushin rashin haɗuwarsu. Sai Allah-Allah take yi su biyo cikin makarantar a komawa. Sai da ta makara, washegari saboda rashin barci da wuri, tana gama cajin wayarta ta nemi Yaya Saadiƙ.

“Ke Mango Park mai kashe waya, ina ki ka shiga?”

“Hmm! Yaya Wallahi ina NLT na je karatu, ai na ji haushi da ba ku sameni ba, na ga saƙo fa, na gode.”

“Ba komai, Yaya Zaid ne ya ba ki. Call him.”

Ai nan ta haɗiyi wani abu makut! Saboda tana da lambar wayarsa, amma ba ta taɓa kirarsa a waya ba, saboda abinda muryarsa ke mata a cikin ƙwaƙwalwarta da ilahirin jikinta.

“Yaya kawai ka faɗa masa, daga baya zan kira shi, yanzu an mana fixing lectures, kuma na yi latti, sai ƙarfe ɗaya kuma za mu fito.”

“To shi kenan, ga shi nan ma ya shigo ku yi magana.”

Ai kafin ta ce masa, a’a tuni har ya miƙa masa wayar. Idanunta a runtse ta buɗe su a hankali, “Hello, Assalamu-alaikum. Ina kwana… ina wuni… an kwana… Yaya Zaid?” Gaba ɗaya ta faɗa a jere haɗe da make goshinta cikin takaici.

“Lafiya ƙalau, yaya karatu?”


“Kin ci sa’a jiya, na samu shaida, ki na karatu da na samu akasin haka, da na gamu da ke.”

Murmushi ta yi ta ce, “Yaya na ga saƙo na gode, Allah ya biya da mafi alkhairi.”

“Ah, ba komai. Ameen-Ameen. To Sai anjima ko? Take care.”

Wai! Ai tamkar ta kusa shiga aljanna, tsabar daɗin kalamansa, ga shi har bayan sun gama wayar, dirin muryarsa bai bar kunnuwanta ba.

Ashe ta riƙe wayar a wuyanta, ta rungume sai murmushi take yi, ba ta sani ba, buɗe idanun da za ta yi, kawai ta ga su Taƙiyya a gefen gadonta sun zuba mata idanu, tana ganinsu, suka sa mata dariya.

“Yau kam za ayi ruwa da ƙanƙara, asirinki ya tonu, wannan dai mun san ba Yaya bane Yaaaya ne ko?” Suka faɗa suna mata tsiya, rufe fuska kawai ta yi tana murmushi.


Lokacin ne ta ƙara samun natsuwa wurin yin karatun ma. Hutun da suka yi na gama aji uku ne, ya yi daidai da lokacin tafiyar Adda Asma’ Service, su Abba dai suka yi mata cuku-cuku, aka turata Abuja, ai ko nan da nan ta jona bautar ƙasarta da wurin su Yaya Zaid, don tun ba yau ba, ta matsa masa akan wurinsu take so.

Har ma yake ce mata, “Ba ki na murna ba, aiki za ki yi kamar kowa, wurin mu ba wasa.”

“Eh, na yarda.” Ta faɗa a gaggauce.

“Anya ba kuɗin da muke biya ki ke so ba Asma’, wannan irin ɗoki haka? Bari za mu rage kuɗin Co-members, wannan shekarar.”

“Ah, don Allah Yaya ka yi haƙuri.”

Girgiza kai kawai ya yi ya ce, “See her! To na ji, shi kenan.”

Umm Aɗiyya tana zaune suka yi wannan maganar, amma ba ta buƙatar kowa ya faɗa mata komai, domin kuwa tunda take da Yaya Zaid, bai taɓa mata yadda yake yi da Adda Asma’ ba, sannan ba ta taɓa ganin yanayi wa kowa kallon da yake yiwa Adda Asma’ ba.

Da gani ba tambaya, ka san kallon da yake yiwa Asma’ daban ne da kowa. Wannan tunanin ne ya fara wargaza mata ƙwaƙwalwarta a karo na farko. Kar dai Yaya Zaid son Adda Asma’ yake yi?


Sun yi shirin kwanciya barci ne washegari. Asma’ ta buɗe wardrobe ɗinta ta fito da wani setin turare na smart collections a cikin farin kwali take nunawa Umm Adiyya haɗe da wasu kayan maƙulashe dangin su Assorted Chocolates.

“Ummu A. Tashi ki ɗebi naki, ɗazu aka ban gift, ni ban san yadda zan yi da su ni kaɗai ba.”

A take ta zabura ta zauna tana kallon kayan, jikinta ya hau ɓari, har ga Allah ta yiwa ‘yar-uwarta murna ta samu wanda take so, yana sonta, amma da ganin kayan ta tabbatar da zarginta, tabbas Yaya Zaid sonta yake yi, idan banda haka, namiji bai taɓa baiwa budurwa kyautar su turare ba, sai idan ya yaba, yana so ko kuma suna soyayya.

“Adda Asma’ ki ɗauka kawai duka, kin ga musamman aka ba ki, zai fi dacewa ke ki yi amfani da su, shi ma zai fi jin daɗi. Kin nunawa su Maami ne?”

Asma’ na murmushi ƙasa-ƙasa cikin murna ta ce, “Ke ni nauyi na ke ji, ba zan iya faɗa masu ba. Ai da kunya ko? Sai na je na ce Maami ga wannan kayan saurayina ya ban, ko me zan ce?”

Murmushi Umm Adiyya ta yi a hankali ta ce, “Ki na sonsa sosai ko?”

A hankali Asma’ ta lumshe idanu, ta sauke numfashi ta ce, “Ban taɓa jin komai ba, kamar yadda na ke ji game da shi, you know, koman shi kyau yake min, kin san ban taɓa gamuwa da wanda ya iya furuci yake kuma natsar min da zuciya ba, kamarsa. Ke ko a wurin aiki, kin ga yadda yake mu’amala da mutane kuwa? He is so nice.”

A take Umm Adiyya ta hau ɓari, idanunta suka fara muntsininta, hawaye suka fara zuba da sauri ta ruga, (Toilet) da gudu, saboda tabbas yadda take ji game da shi, ita ma kenan. Yau ta shiga uku. Adda Asma’ ma tana sonsa kamar yadda shi ma yake sonta.

Asma’ dai sai bin ta, ta yi da kallo lokacin da ta fito daga banɗaki. “Yaya dai Ummu A.? Lafiyan ki kuwa?”

Yaƙe ta yi wanda ya fi kuka ciwo ta ce, “Babu komai, ciki na ne kawai ya murɗa lokaci guda, ina ga miyar taushen da muka ci da ranar nan ne.”

“Ayya Allah ya sawwaƙa, akwai flagyl ai ba sai ki sha ba?”

“Adda Asma’ ke da shan magungunan nan naki? Na san ma zai tsaya Inshaa Allah.”

“Ke bari, ba a wasa da lafiya, shi ya sa za ki ga abu kaɗan na damu.”

Bargo kawai ta shiga, ta juya mata baya, saboda ita kaɗai ta san me take ji a wannan lokacin. Ita da ace Yaya Zaid wata daban ma yake so da sauƙi, amma Adda Asma’ fa ita ce ‘yar-uwarta da take matuƙar so, ba za ta taɓa iya shiga tsakaninsu ba. Dole ta yakice Yaya Zaid a cikin ranta, ta koya wa kanta rayuwar da babu shi a cikin tsarinta.

Wannan ya sa tun saura sati hutun su ya ƙare, ta gama sayen duk wani abin da za ta buƙata, ta haɗa Jakarta, ta yi masu sallama sai Bauchi.

Karatu kawai take yi haiƙan, koda ta tashi yin IT ɗinta ma, ba ta koma ba, a nan Bauchi ta yi, sai dai ta je Abuja sama-sama, ta ƙara dawowa. Duk wanda ya santa, zai yi wuya ya gano canjin a wuri nata, saboda daman can ba ta da hayaniya, wannan ne ya ƙara ba ta damar ɓoye sirrin zuciyarta.

Ranar Alhamis bayan ta taso daga wurin da take IT ne. Adda Zubaida ta buƙaci ta yi mata rakiya zuwa kasuwa, daga nan suka wuce gidan su Baban Walid, saboda dubo Hajiyarsa.

Daidai ƙofar gidan su Baban Walid ɗin suka haɗu, “Sorry.” Ta faɗa, saboda shige masa gaban hanyar wucewarsa.

“Babu komai, Bismillah.” Ya faɗa cikin wata nagartacciyar murya.

Fitowar Adda Zubaida ne, ya sa ya ƙara faɗaɗa fara’arsa, “A’a babbar Addarmu da kanta, ashe ku ne ku ka shigo?

“Eh, TJ. Ka na nan abinka, sai dai haɗuwar bakin titi.”

Murmushi ya yi, yana wasa da makullin hannunsa, ya ce, “Maman Walid ke dai ki bari kawai, jiya ma na shigo garin. Ina Big Man yake ne?”

“Ai yana cikin gida, ya maƙalewa Hajiya wai yau wurinta zai kwana. Shi ya sa na bar shi. Na ga alamar kawai drawer ɗin shi zan kawo nan, saboda yana so ya ƙauro ƙarfi da yaji.”

“Ah, to ya ga sakewa, ba dole ba, anyway, sai na shigo ko zuwa anjima ko gobe da safe”.

“Goben dai TJ. Na san ka sarai, za ka sa na ajiye maka abinci ka shanyani da abina.”

Tana dariya ta sa Remote ta buɗe motarta. Umm Adiyya ta kama hannun ta buɗe ta shiga, yana murmushi ya mata kallo ɗaya, sannan ya wuce cikin gida.

“Adda Zubaida ke da dangin mijinkin nan kun iya surutu, shi ya sa ba na son rako ki gidansu Baban Walid, idan kun samu hira sai ku manta da mutane.”

“Lah, ai wannan ba komai bane, idan TJ. Ya so surutu, ni karan kaina yana fin ƙarfina, shi ya sa da kansa ma ya ce sai ya sameni a gida ya san kansa. Wannan shi yake bin Gimbiya daga Baban Walid sai ita, sannan TJ. A Lagos yake aiki da NPA (Nigerian ports authority) Ya kan kwana biyu kafin ya zo. Yana da kirki sosai.”

“Hmm! Ke duk dangin mijinki waye bai da kirki? Kowa haka ki ke ce masa mai kirki.”

Dariya ta yi ta ce, “To ba gaskiya bane? Ai yabon gwani, ya zamo dole, kuma ba laifi gaskiya ‘yan-uwan Baban Walid suna so-na kuma kirkin su is natural.”

Haka dai suka yi ta hirar har suka isa gida. Ai kuwa washegari suna zaune a falo sai ga TJ. Ya shigo. Gaisuwa kawai ta haɗa su da Umm Aɗiyya, ta miƙe za ta bar falon, ruwa ta kawo masa da drinks, sai abinci, tunda Adda Zubaida ta riga ta shirya.

Tana ajiyewa ta wuce ciki, daman zaman nata ma Baban Walid ne yake mata tsiya, wai sai ta kunsu a ɗaki kamar kayan wanki, shi ya sa take fitowa, to idan sun yi baƙi kam ɗakin Adda Zubaida take zamanta.

Tana wucewa TJ. Ya ɗebi  juice ɗin da suka yi da carrot da ginger ya sha, sai ya ce, “Maman Walid baƙuwa ku ka yi ne?”

Dariya ta yi ta ce, “Amma dai TJ. Akwai ka da tsiya. Umm A. ɗin ce ba ka gane ba ko me?”

“No, seriously, wannan ɗin Umm Aɗiyya ce?” Ya tambaya cikin ɗaga gira.

“Shi ya sa mana, na ga ka na wani kama kai, ka ɗauka wata ce, ka ɗan latsa ko?”

Cikin murmushi ya shiga sosa kansa, “To ai, Maman Walid ya zamo dole a yi wani abin akai, don gaskiya har ga Allah tun jiya da ku ka wuce, yarinyar ta tsaya min a rai, ashe ma ta gida ce, shi kenan, ai ni kam ta faɗo min gasasshiya.”

Tana dariyarsa ta ce, “Wannan jan aikin kam na bar maka. Ummu A. Lamarinta sai ita. Ka sameta ku yi magana, wannan kam ba ruwana a ciki.”

“Haba dai kuma babbar Adda, kar mu yi haka da ke mana, an ce fa babbar Ya, uwa, ba za dai ki so ki bar ni cikin matsala ba ko? Ki ɗan shige min gaba ko yaya ki ka ce?”

Zaro idanu ta yi ta ce, “Wuuu! Wannan ɗin? Ga dai lambarta karɓa, ka nemeta, idan ku ka daidaita, sai na yi maka kamfen.”

“To an yi, an gama, tunda kin bada goyon baya. Yaya kam bai shigo ba, har yanzu ko?”

“Ya kusa, na san yana ma hanya yanzu kam.”

“Ni ina ga zan wuce, ki gaishe shi, za mu haɗu gobe Inshaa Allah.”

“Ba ga irinta ba, ai yau babu inda za ka je, sai ka cinye abincin nan tas!”

Yana dariya suka ji sallamar Baban Walid, “Yawwa shi kenan, ga shi ma ya dawo sai ka zauna da tushe.” ƙarasawa ta yi zuwa wurin mijinta, ta yi masa sannu da zuwa, ta karɓi kayan hannunsa zuwa ciki. Sai da ta tabbatar ya samu natsuwa, sannan ta bar su a falon ta yi ciki.


“To sarkin tunani, an fara aikin ko?”

“Adda Zubaida da ba ki bar Walid ba, gidan ya yi shiru da yawa.” “Ai ya je can dai ya ɗanɗana masu, ni ma ko zan ɗan samu hutu.”

Murmushi ta yi ta ɗauki wayarta tana kallon hotuna, can kuma ta ajiye ta shige wanka, koda ta fito Adda Zubaida ta shiga, don haka ita ma ta yi shirin barci, ta kwanta. Baƙuwar lambar da ta gani a wayarta ce, ta sa ta ɗaga wayar tana ganin fuskar da kyau. Kamar ba za ta ɗaga ba. Can kuma da aka sake kira, sai ta ɗaga don ta ji wanene.


“Wa’alaikis-Salam, kin wuni lafiya?” Ya faɗa, bayan shiru ya ɗan ratsa maganar da ta yi.

Muryar da ta ji ne ya sa ta shiga tunanin inda ta taɓa jin muryar, amma ta manta. Kafin ta tambayi ko wayene, ta ji an ce, “Ki na magana ne da Tijjani Muhammad Gital. TJ. Da fatan ban katse miki barcin ki ba.”

Idanu ta fitar waje kawai, numfashinta yana neman ya gagareta.

Da ƙyar ta samu numfashinta ya dawo daidai. Ko ba ta tambaya ba, ta gane yanzu kam, TJ. Ne ƙanin Baban Walid.

“A’a ina dai shirin yi.”

“To dama na kira ne mu gaisa, amma tunda za ki kwanta, bari na bar ki, sai da safe ko?”

“Ba komai, wani abu ne?”

Tambayarta ta so ta ba shi dariya, amma ya ce, “Idan har ba kya sauri, za ki iya jin koma menene zuwa gobe da yamma, idan you are free.”

Ta san ba yadda za ta yi masa ƙarya ta ce tana wurin aiki, saboda washegari Asabar ne. Don haka ta ce, “To Allah ya kai mu.”

“Na bar ki lafiya.” Kawai ya faɗa, ya kashe wayar. Duban nata kan wayar ta yi ta haɗe rai, ta san ba mai wannan aikin, sai Adda Zubaida!



“Adda Zubaida ke ma kin san ba ki kyauta min ba kwata-kwata, yaya ma za ayi ki fara ba shi lambata? Wallahi darajar Baban Walid ya hana na surfa masa mai zafi, me ya sa zai karɓi lambata a wani wuri, bai nemi izini na ba?”

Adda Zubaida ta ɓata rai ta ce, “Ni ɗin ce wata? Ni ban san meye matsalarki ba, ke ba dama wani ya tunkareki da magana kamar wata ‘yar Secondary school. Shi kenan ki hau fada? Tabbata za ki yi a haka? Sai Abba ya miki auren sadaka, za ki sani ai, don kowa ya gaji da saka miki idanu. Ina laifi ki ɗan ba shi dama ki ga yadda za ku ƙare?”

Turo bakinta ta yi gaba ta ce, “Ni Adda Zubaida, gaskiya ba yanzu zan yi aure ba.”

“Yanzu shekarunki ashirin da biyu, sai kin yi talatin ne za ki yi auren ko kuwa me ki ke jira? Bari na faɗa miki, idan mace tana cikin lokacinta ba ta natsu ta kama dahir ba, to na faɗa miki gaba kaɗan, sai ta rasa me zuwa ko tayawa ne, ke kin fi ni sanin wannan.”

A ranta ta ce, “Ni kam ban san meye bane a cikin rabona ba, amma na san ba zan taɓa son kowa ba bayan Yaya Zaid, shi kuwa ya wuce inda na ke, don haka aure kam sai dai randa Allah ya ƙaddaro ko ma da waye ne, shi kenan, amma ba ni da lokacin wata soyayya.” Hawaye ne suka fara bin fuskarta, don haka ta miƙe ta wuce ɗaki.

Adda Zubaida kam bakinta ta riƙe tana ganin ikon Allah. Haka suka zauna kwanaki biyu ba ta shiga sabgarta, wai a dole tana fushi. “To wai har yanzu ba ki huce bane? Ina ce kin faɗa masa ba ki shirya ba, shi kenan shi ma Allah ya haɗa shi da rabonsa.”

“Adda Zubaida, ba wai na ji haushin turo min shi da ki ka yi bane, amma ke ma kin san Abba yana samun labarin ƙanin Baban Walid ne, ko ba mu daidaita ba, shi kam zai yi na’am, don yadda ki ke yabonsu, haka kullum shi ma yake yabon jama’ar gidan.”

“To meye ne a ciki? Bayan ke ma kin san cewa yana da halin ƙwarai, kuma bai da makusa. Kowa matarsa yake aura, idan ba ki cikin rabonsa, ba yadda za ayi komai ya ɗaure, kawai lokaci za ki ɗan ba shi, shi kenan fa!

Hannu ta harɗe a ƙirji tana gunaguni. “To shi kenan na ji, amma kar ya kuskura ya nemeni a Abuja, don ba na son Abba ya gan shi. Bare ma magana ta yi nisa.”

“Ummu A. Ko dai akwai wanda ki ke so ne?” Jin tambayar Adda Zubaida ya sa sai da ta ji gabanta ya yanke ya faɗi, nan da nan ta hau kame-kame da inda-inda.

“Ah, Adda Zubaida so kuma? Ai tare muke zaune, da akwai wani, ki na ga da ba ki sani ba?”

“To ai na ga yadda ki ke kafewa ne akan rashin son kula kowa, abin yana damuna.”

“Kar ki damu, ba komai, our able Maman Walid.” Ta faɗa tana murmushi haɗe da rungumo ‘yar-uwarta, hawaye ne ya biyo fuskarta, ta yi saurin share su, sannan ta ɗago tana yaƙe.

Adda Zubaida na fita daga ɗakin ta kwanta kan filo ta shiga risgar kuka kamar an aikota. Ita ta rasa wannan wace irin jarabawa ce. Wai ace duk tulin waɗanda suke cewa suna sonta, ta rasa wanda za ta so a cikinsu, sai wanda bai san ma tana yi ba? Bayan hakan ma, ya yi nisa a wurin ƙaunar ‘yar-uwarta.


TJ ko bai saduda ba, duk da wasu lokutan ya kan ga kamar ba haske a al’amarin. Musamman da yake Lagos tana Bauchi, amma hakan bai sa ya karaya ba, kullum yana cikin mata waya.

Wataran su shirya, wataran a baɓe, duk randa zai mata magana kan abinda yake ji game da ita, to faɗa za su yi kaca-kaca, idan zai kawo mata wata hirar ta ɓangaren ilimi, to nan ne za su shirya.

Hutu ne kawai ke kai ta Abuja, don wataran ko bikin sallah a Bauchi take kayanta. Komawarsu final year ne, ya sa ta ji tamkar da wasan yara take yi a karatun, don haka ta maida hankali kacokam ga karatun ta. Ta kwantar da hankalinta har wani ɓulɓul ta yi. Kwatsam! Ranar Asabar Asma’ take shaida mata za a zo ayi tambayarta.

“Ke yau ba wanda ya kai Dee murna, kamar an ce yau ne ɗaurin auren. Ummu A. Ki tayani addu’a.”

Wani ƙarar murna ta saka ta ce, “Hinyau su Adda Asma’ amare, don Allah kar su ce za ayi auren a wannan shekarar, ku jira sai na gama ina gida.”

“Ka ji ki dai, sai mu yi ta zaman jiranki, randa A.T.B.U ɗinku suka ga daman shiga yajin aikinsu kuma fa? Lalle ma lokaci kawai za ki samu ki taho.”

“To Allah dai ya tabbatar da alkhairi.”

“Ameen. Kar ki damu, zan ce Maami ta bar sauran Shopping, sai kin zo sai mu yi tare.”

Cikin ƙarfin hali Umm Adiyya ta ce, “To shi kenan, Allah ya kai mu.”

Murmushin tausayin kanta kawai ta yi, sannan ta ɗaga littafin (Micro Computer & Micro Electronics) ɗinta tana dubawa, sai dai maimakon ta fahimci abin da take karantawa, sai ta ga komai ya dawo tamkar zare.

Sai da ta dage da addu’a, ta samu natsuwarta, ta mance da komai. Suna tare da su Idris ne, bayan sun taso daga wani gwajin da suka yi, suka ga ta tsaya cak! Hannayenta rungume da handouts ɗinta da wayarta.

“Umm Adiyya lafiya?” Muhammad ya tambaya. A hankali ya ɗago ya dubi inda idanunta suke kallo. Ganin mutumin yana masu murmushi, ya sa ya saki ajiyar zuciya.

“Ba ki san shi bane?”

Yaƙe ta yi ta ce, “Yayana ne.” Ta faɗa tana kallon Zaid da ke tsaye sanye cikin v-neck shirt da jeans da agogon silver na chain da ya kawata hannunsa.

Nan da nan ta seta tunaninta, saboda kar ma ya gane komai, ta ƙarasa inda yake tsaye jikin motarsa, a wurin Parking ɗin motoci a gaban Complex.

“Yaya Zaid yaya aka yi ka san inda za ka sameni?”

Murmushi ya yi, bai ba ta amsa ba, sai da ya miƙawa su Idris hannu, waɗanda suka fara gaishe shi. “Ina wuni Yallaɓai?”

“Assalamu-Alaikum, yaya karatun dai ana ta fama?” Ya faɗa fuska a sake.

“Eh, Wallahi.” Muhammad ya ce.

“To ya yi kyau. Allah ya taimaka.”

“Ameen-Ameen.” Dukansu suka amsa.

Sai da suka wuce ne, ya bi su da kallo ya dubi Umm Aɗiyya, “Ke kuma ‘yan maza ne ƙawayenki?”

Ya so ya ba ta dariya, amma yanayin da ta ke ciki ya hanata wannan daman. “Test muka fito.”

“Muna tare da Saadiƙ ne, amma ya tsaya can wai za su gaisa da wata Saudat ce ko waye?” Ajiyar zuciya ta yi, shi ya sa mana Saudat ta isheta da tambayar labarin ‘yan gidansu, wato daman Yaya Saadiƙ ne ya ɗan zagayo.

Cikin ƙarfin hali ta ce, “Yaya hanya?”

“Lafiya ƙalau. Mu ƙarasa ko ba hostel za ki koma ba?”

Ba tare da ta amsa ba, ta zagaya ta zauna a ɗaya gefen. Yana shigowa ta ce. “Congratulations.”

Juyowa ya yi ya kalleta, sannan ya ƙarasa saka seat belt ɗinsa “Na gode duk da ban san na meye bane wannan.”

Ta gefen idonta ta dube shi, idan ma ya zo ne ya ƙara juya mata tunani ko lissafi ba za ta taɓa barin hakan su faru da ita ba, don ta gama da wannan ɓangaren na rayuwarta.

A hankali suke tafe, har suka ƙarasa (NANA KHADIJA HOSTEL). Nan suka gaisa da Yaya Saadiƙ, ita dai Allah-Allah ma take yi su tafi, a wani ɓangaren don ta gamu da Saudat, a ɗaya ɓangaren kuma ba ta son ko ganin Yaya Zaid.

Cikin ikon Allah, bai wuce minti goma ba, suka ce za su wuce don suna kan hanya, saboda Yaya Saadiƙ zai koma Gombe ne, yayin da Yaya Zaid kuwa wani aikin ne ya kawo su Bauchi. Don haka suna tafiya ta sauke numfashi.

Bayan sun koma ɗaki ne ta dubi Saudat ta ce, “Asirinki ke ma ya tonu, wato daman abin kenan, shi ne ki na ƙus abinki. To Dangin miji mode activated, bari na faɗa miki, zan zuga shi ya fasa, tunda ba a ban kula na musamman ina matsayin ƙanwar miji guda.”

Saudat na dariya ta ce, “Ai yayankin nan abin tsoro ne, don haka na bar maku kayanku, ke daga zuwa sau biyu, yana min maganar zuwa gida. Haka daman ‘yan Nafaɗan nan ku ke ne?”

“Ke kin samu an bi ta kanki ma? Kar ki mana yanga, dama ki bada go ahead, ehem.” Ta faɗa, ta na zaro mata idanu. Su Taƙiyya suka sa masu dariya.


Yau ga shi watanni biyu da gama Service ɗinta inda ta yi a Jigawa State, dole ta sa ta koma gida gaba ɗaya. Banda TJ. Babu wanda take bawa fuska, shi ɗin ma kullum sai ya sha fama take saurarensa. Shekarar su kusan uku tare, amma kullum idan yana son zaman lafiya, to kar ya ɗago mata maganar aure.

Wannan ya sa ya ɗaga mata ƙafa. “Ina ga Umm Aɗiyya, ki na buƙatar lokaci, ki yi nazarin abin da yake tsakanin mu. Kin ga dama ba kusa muke da juna ba, so zai fi kyau ki fuskanci me ki ke so ɗaya, duk abinda ki ka yanke nan da watanni biyu, ina saurarenki.”Ita kanta ta san ta ƙure TJ. Amma ta tabbata ba don ta wurin Adda Zubaida ya fito ba, da bai samu hakan ba ma.


Tana karanta wani magazine ne, suka shigo falon suna dariya, “Yanzu da gaske ba za ka zaɓa ba?”

“Ni kuma me na sani kan wannan? Yawwa ga Ummu nan ta taya ki.”

Asma’ tana murmushi ta isa inda take zaune ta hau buɗe mata catalog. “Ummu A. kin ga Yaya Zaid ya ki ya tayani zaɓa, wanne ki ka ga ya fi dacewa?”

Fiddo idanu ta yi cikin razana, tana duban su dukan su biyu. Tashin hankali! Yanzu haka za ta zauna a gidan nan tana ganin abin da ya fi ƙarfinta? Yaya za ta fara zaɓa masu kujerun da za su yi amfani da shi a gidansu?

Murmushi kawai ta yi ta ce, “Adda Asma’ ku da gidanku, ai za ku fi ni sanin me zai dace da gidan da wanda ranku ya fi so, duk da dai wannan gray ɗin ya yi kyau sosai.”

Ta fada haɗe da rufe littafin hannunta, ta miƙe daga falon. Asma’u ta dubi Zaid, ta samu shi ma kallonta yake yi, ta ɗaga masa hannaye alamun ba ta san amsar ba ita ma.

Tun da ta shige kuwa, take aikin kuka, a nan ta yi zamanta har sallar Issha, sai da Abba ya kirata, sannan ta fita ta ci abinci, ce masu ta yi idanunta ke ciwo.

“Na ga alama kin zama sauran Likita, za mu kai ki asibiti mu bar ki a can ko ba haka ba Mamana?” Abba ya faɗa cikin zolaya.

“Fa’iz ga wannan ka samo mata eye drop, mai kyau ko idon zai wartsake.” Abba ya faɗa.


Fa’iz yana jin ya cika saurayi har saurayi, ya sosa kai ya ce, “Ah, Abba bar shi kawai akwai kuɗi a jiki na.”

Faruƙ ne ya ce, “Da kyau, Don! Ni ma ka sayo min iPhone charger, nawa ya ƙone.” Harararsa ya yi ya ce, “Don Allah gafara Malam, Maami ki sa Faruƙ a hanya. Wallahi son banzan shi ya fiye yawa.”

Dariya suka yi kawai, don muddin suka haɗu wuri guda, to ba za ka ji kunnenka shiru ba, tsabar faɗa, amma fa ba a taɓa ɗayansu a share. Kafin gari ya waye kuwa Asma’ ta tsinci Ummu Aɗiyya cikin zazzaɓi mai zafi.


A ƙudundune take a lungun gado, kan sallayah, banda kakkarwa, babu abinda take yi, ba ko tantama ta san zazzaɓi ne ya saukar mata, sai dai ko hoɓɓasan neman magani Umm Aɗiyya ba ta yi ba, don ta san ciwonta bai da magani. Sai dai sauƙi kawai daga wurin Ubangiji, wanda yanzu haka ta gama kai kukanta ne, zafin zazzaɓi ya hana mata tsayuwar sallan daren ma da ta tashi, domin yi, shi ya sa ta koma yin tasbihi.

Jin shessheƙar kukanta ne ya sa ‘yar-uwarta Asma’ ta farka daga barci, ta kunna wutar ɗakin, saboda daga ji kukan ba na lafiya bane. “Ummu A? Me ya sameki ki ke kuka haka?” Ta faɗa daidai lokacin da ta durƙusa a gefenta tana shafa kanta, saboda yadda ta ga tana kakkarwa.

A hankali ta buɗe idanunta, wanɗada suka yi jazur! Kamar jan gauta, ga kuma azabar ciwon kan da hasken ɗakin ya ƙara mata. “Babu… Ki kwanta Adda Asma’u.”

“Yaya za ki ce min babu? Kin ga yadda ki ka koma kuwa, bari na samo miki magani ki sha. Zazzaɓi fa ki ke yi mai zafi. Amma kamar farilla, sai kin yi wannan tashin daren naki, ki huta mana, don na yau kawai, ai jiki ma yana da haƙƙi kan Ɗan- Adam.”

Da sauri ta miƙe ta nufi durowar jikin madubi, ta fito da robar adana magunguna (first aid box). Panadol Advance ta ɓalla ta ba ta, ta miƙa mata kofin ruwa.

“Karɓa ki sha, don Allah Ummu A. Ki sa wa kanki sa’ida, haka nan, na kula kin fi sati biyu a wannan halin da ki ke ciki na damuwa, kuma na san shi ya sanya miki zazzaɓi. To ki sani idan ba ki daina damuwa ba, zan faɗawa su Maami halin da ki ke ciki, kuma kin san taron dangi za ayi a kanki, sai kin faɗi matsalarki. Ko ba ki faɗa min ba, ki daure ki cire damuwar a ranki, ki barwa Allah komai kin ji?”

Murmushi ta yi na ƙarfin hali da kuma yaba yadda ‘yar-uwarta take matuƙar ƙaunarta. “Adda Asma’ ni ba ni da wata damuwa, kawai dai jikin nawa ne ya ƙi daɗi. shi ya sa. Amma tunda na sha magani. Inshaa Allah shi kenan.”

Asma’u ta zura mata idanu, tamkar tana so ta karanto ƙaryar da ta sharara mata. Don dukkansu sun san juna ciki da bai, yadda ba yadda za ayi ɗaya na cikin wani hali ɗaya bai sani ba. Hakan ne ma ya sa Umm Aɗiyya ta san cewa lallai ta iya zurfin ciki, tunda ko ‘yar-uwarta ta kasa gane yaudarar da zuciyarta take son tay5i mata na cin amanar ƙaunar da ke tsakaninsu.

Eh, mana lallai zuciyarta ta yanko mata wani ɗanyen aiki ja, wanda ba ko tantama zai jefa ta a halaka ne kawai, ya kuma raba dangantakarta da ‘yar-uwarta, wannan ya sa ta gwammace ta zauna, koda ciwo zai kasheta ne, gara ya kashe, amma ba za ta bawa zuciyarta abinda take so ba. Domin abinda take so haramtacce ne a gareta.

Lokacin ne ta ƙara haɗiye hawayenta, ta kuma sa hannu ta goge fuskarta, haɗe da miƙewa cikin jiri-jiri, ta isa banɗaki, domin wanko fuskarta. Saboda yanzu kam ta yanke wa kanta shawara, komai zai faru da ita, sai dai ya faru, amma ko shi ne autan maza, wajibi ta haƙura da shi. Ba za ta taɓa yarda soyayyarsa ta raba tsakanin su ba.




Tana riƙe da wayarta tana karanta wani shafi a yanar gizo ne a falon Abba ta ji alamar shigowar mutum, wannan ya sa ta ɗaga idanu ta dubi mai shigowar, sallamarsa ce ya sa ta yi saurin miƙewa a zabure da nufin barin falon, sai kuma ta tattara natsuwarta ta daure ta gaishe shi.

“Yauwa lafiya Ummu, yaya Maami, tana kusa ne ki mata magana?”

Murya a sarƙafe ta ce, “Eh… Bari na faɗa mata.”

Gabaki ɗaya haibarsa ruɗata yake yi, yana da wani abu a tare da shi wanda muddin yana wurin, dole ka ji a jikinka, ga wata natsuwa ta musamman da hatta kalamansa a natse suke fita. Idanunsa kuma…. Kafin ta ida fasalta shi a zuciyarta, ta shiga firgici, a dalilin ji da ta yi ya ce.

“Ummu.” Ya kira sunanta a cikin dakewa kamar yadda ya saba, tana juyowa ya ce, “Ki taho min da ruwan sanyi.” A hankali ta gyaɗa masa kai ta wuce cikin gida, na daƙiƙa ɗaya ta mayar wani abin zai faɗa mata wanda take matuƙar son ji daga gare shi, sai dai wannan kam sai dai a mafarki, domin ita ba komai bace a gare shi, face ƙanwarsa da kuma ƙanwar matar da zai aura!

Hannunta na rawa, duk da faɗan da ta yi wa kanta tana nanatawa cewa babu ruwanta da shi. Babu ke, babu shi, babu abinda zai shiga tsakaninku, ba ki san shi ba baicin shi yayanki ne kawai. Amma wannan bai hana hannunta rawa ba, a yayin da take zuba masa ruwan sanyinsa.

“Ummu, lafiyarki ƙalau kuwa?” Ya tambaya saboda shi kansa ya santa da natsuwa, amma sai zuba ruwa take yi, yana zuba ba tare da ta sani ba.

Shigowar Justice Khadija falon ne, ya sa duka hankulansu ya koma kanta, tana murmushi ta ce. “Hmm! Kai ma dai Zaid ka tambayeta, haka nan ta rikiɗe mana mun kasa gane kanta.”

Asma’ ce ta shigo ta ƙofar da Zaid ya biyo, wanda hakan ba sabon abu bane, domin a office ɗinsu take aiki, mafiya lokuta tare suke zuwa aikin ma su dawo tare. “Kun sa min ‘yar-uwa a gaba, zazzaɓi ta kwana da shi, shi ya sa amma da sauƙi.”

Zaid ya ɗauki glass ɗin ruwan ya zauna, sannan ya ce, “Sweetheart, Yaya za ki ce da sauƙi, bayan hannunta rawa yake yi da take zuba min ruwa?” Ya faɗa idanunsa a kafe kan Umm Aɗiyya, wannan ya sa ta kasa tsayuwa a wurin, ta wuce ciki da sauri, zuciyarta na bada wani ɓalli-ɓalli tsabar kishin yadda ya kira ‘yar-uwarta. Domin ba abinda kunnuwanta suke rattabo mata illa kiran Asma’u, sweetheart da yake yi.

“Maami ki dai bincike ta sosai, akwai wani abin, ko kuwa ku kai ta asibiti.”

“Rabu da Ummu da shirmenta. Banda abin ta yaya tana zazzaɓi sai ta yi shiru? Ciwon bai ci ta bane, shi ya sa. Ta ce ka na nemana.”

Ajiyar zuciya ya yi, sannan ya ce, “Yawwa Maami, daman shawara na ke so mu yi.”

Murmushi ta yi ta zauna, sannan ta ce, “Ina jinka.”


Haka nan zuciyarta cike fal! Da daɗi, saboda yadda Zaid ya ɗaukesu daga ita har mijinta tamkar su suka haife shi, sam baya wani ja da baya ko ya nuna shi ba ɗan gidan bane a kodayaushe, kai tsaye yake samunsu da matsalolinsa, ko shawarwari, ko yanzu ma kan maganar auren Asma’, shi ne kan gaba a komai.

Asma’ kam wuri ta ba su da ta ji za su yi shawara, can ɗaki ta koma ta samu ‘yar-uwarta, sai dai duk labarin da take mata, banda uhm da uhm-uhm, ba abinda take cewa koman shiru shirunta dai, wasu lokutan ta kan tanka. Musamman yau da ta ba ta labari mai ban dariya, ta kula ko murmushi ba ta yi ba.

“Haba Ummu A, tun ɗazu kin maida ni kamar mahaukaciya, sai surutu na ke yi ni kadai? Ke Wallahi ba ki da daɗin yin hira sam!”

“Na yi magana da Adda Zubaida, Energy Commission sun neme mu Intabiyu, ran Asabar zan tafi Inshaa Allah, don litinin ne Intabiyu ɗin.” Ta faɗa cikin kawar da ƙorafin ‘yar-uwarta.

Da gudu Asma’ ta rungumota tamkar ta ce mata aikin ta samu. “Kai nayi miki murna ƙwarai. Allah ya ba ku sa’a, ya sa a dace, hinyau za ki zama ‘yar Bauchi kenan.”

“Adda Asma’ ba ki ga dai na samu ba tukun.”

“Are you kidding me? (Ki na wasa dai), ta yaya za ki faɗi wannan Interview ɗin? ƙanwata mai nasara ce kuma za ki ci Inshaa Allah.”

Murmushi ta yi kawai, domin ba komai ya sa ta zaɓi ta nemi aikin ba tun farko, illa saboda ta gujewa Yaya Zaid, domin muddin tana ganin sa zuciyarta ba za ta bar ta ba, son shi ba zai bar ta ba.

Amma idan ta yi nesa da shi, ta san dole ta yi haƙuri ta mance da shi. Shiru ta yi kawai ta shiga tunanin tun farko me ya jefata cikin wannan abu mai wuyan fitan?


Halin Girma – Tsakure


24 YULI, 2010 — 7:31 PM


“Sannunku, Fasinjoji daga jirgi na 17 zuwa Tel Aviv, an canza ƙofar tashi zuwa ƙofa ta 16A. Za a samu jinkirin tashi, saboda mummunar yanayin waje. Ƙungiyar da ke ƙasa na kan aikin cire ƙanƙara daga fuka-fukan jirgin, domin shirin tashi .

Har ila yau kuma jirgin cike yake da mutane. Don haka muna miƙa kyautar tikitin zagayen tafiya da dawowa zuwa ‘Yan fasinjojin da a shirye suke da su bi jirgin baya.

Za mu fara bodin nan da minti arba’in. Mun gode da haƙurinku.” Matar da take magana daga muryar komfuta, ta gama jerowa cikin shiryayyen turancinta, kafin ta sake rattaɓowa cikin wasu fitattun yarukan duniya masu dama. Ƙwarai ba haka fasinjojin suka so ba, kasancewar sun riga sun yi kusan awa guda suna jiran a kirasu.



Ya ilaahi. Yanzu mutum sai ya sake jiran kusan minti arba’in a wannan wurin? Allah dai ya sa kar na makara, domin kuwa ba zan iya jure babban asarar da za mu yi ba, muddin ban isa a kan lokaci na haɗu da Adir ba.

Ganin jiran ba na lokaci ƙalilan bane, ya sa ya shiga neman wurin da zai ɗan rage aikinsa, can ya hango wurin zama. Don baya son zama cikin falon baƙi na musamman, hakan ya sa ya fito wurin jira na jama’a baki ɗaya, ba tare da ya shiga wurin hutawar baƙi na musamman ɗin ba.



Littafin hannunta ta rufe, duk da ba ta son waiwayawa ta ga abin da yake faruwa, hatsaniyar ta dameta, agogonta ta ƙara kallo a karo na uku. Ba ta san lokacin da za su tashi ba. Yanzu ma an jinkirta tashin jirginsu, dalilin da ya sa take zaune a nan kenan a karo na farko, sakamakon rasa jirgin da ya dace ta shiga da ta yi. Bayan sun tsaya, domin shiga jirgin da zai ƙarasa da su Birnin na Tel Aviv.

Ba abinda ta tsana, irin wuni a filin jirgi, duk da dai ba kullum take tafiya a jirgi ba, amma iya tafiyar da ta yi, ta san cewa akwai kularwa da ban haushi, ka zauna tsawon awa uku ko ma fi ka na jiran jirgin da za ku yi tafiyar da ba ta wuci ta awa guda ba, duk da dai yau tafiyar ta su ta kusan awa huɗu ce.

Madubin idanunta ta sake gyarawa da zimmar ci-gaba da duba littafinta. Ihun da ta jiyo alamar hatsaniyar tana ƙara ƙamari ne, ya sa ta sake maida hankalinta garesu. Me ya sa ba ta yi mamaki ba, da ta ga mutumin da ake rikici da shi?

A fadin filin jirgin kaf! A rasa wanda zai kawo irin wannan tashin hankalin, duk gamayyar jama’a na launin fatar bil’adama a wurin, sai dan ƘASARTA? Duk da ba ta da tabbacin ko shi ɗan wace ƙasa ce, ta ga lallai baƙar fata ne, sannan kuma daga jin turancinsa, ɗan ƙasarta ne, ga shi sai ɗaga murya yake yi. Can dai masu kula da harkar tsaro suka yi gaba da shi.

Mihjana ta girgiza kanta cikin takaici da Allah wadaran irin ɗabi’armu da ba za mu iya yin abu mai sauƙi ba, kamar bin dokar wuri koda kuwa wurin baƙo ne a garemu.

Juyowar da za ta yi ne, ta ji tamkar an nausheta a ƙirji don faɗuwar gaba a dalilin razanar da ta yi, domin ko kaɗan ba ta yi tsammanin ganin mutum a zaune a gefenta ba.

Koda wasa bai nuna alamar ya san da mutum a gefensa ba, balle kuma ya yi bayanin zai zauna, to ma haka kawai, idan banda ɗabi’a ta wasu mutane, sai ka kama ka zauna a gefen matar da ba ka sani ba? Duk faɗin wurin nan?

Sai kuma lokacin ta juya ta ga ko ina a cunkushe yake, kasancewar an soke tashin jirage kusan biyar manya-manya.

Daidai nan idanunta suka sauka kan fuskar mutumin da ya ɗauke mata kaɗaiɗantakar  da ta samu, gefe da hatsaniyar wurin. Gabanta ne ta ji ya faɗi, nan da nan numfashinta ya fara fita da sauri-sauri. “Inna-Lillahi’wa-Inna-Ilaihir-Raji’un!” Ta numfasa a hankali.

Cikin hanzari ta juya daga kallonsa, in da gaba ki ɗaya hankalinsa ya yi gaba wurin latsa na’urar komfutar da ke kan cinyarsa.

Kamar daga sama, ta ga wata ma’aikaciya ta tunkare su, kai tsaye wurin mutumin nan ta tsaya, cikin rankwafawa nuna alamar girmamawa tana tambayarsa “Yallaɓai akwai abin da ka ke buƙata?” Cikin harsen turanci ta yi masa maganar, duk da Jamusanci ya riƙa a harshen nata.

Mihjana dai tana kallon ikon Allah, to ita me ya sa ba a tambaye ta ba, ai da ta faɗa masu, don wata fitinaniyar yunwa take ji, ita kuma ta gaji da cin kayan zaƙi da na gishiri, wanda ba zai ɗumama mata ciki ba.

Sai ga shi ga mamakinta mutumin da ta ji an kira shi da Mr. Abubakar, ya ci-gaba da abin da ke gabansa, ba tare da ya bar abin da yake yi ba. Ya-ce “Babu.”

A take Mihjaana ta ce, wannan wane irin mutum ne da kwata-kwata baya murmushi, dubi yadda matar nan ta taso duk ɗimbin jama’ar wurin, ta zaɓe shi, shi kaɗai don ta tambaye shi buƙatarsa, amma ko kallo ba ta ishe shi ba.

To me ya dameni da shi ma?

Ita yanzu babban damuwarta, jirginsu ya zama a shirye, ko za ta bar wannan wurin ta samu ta je ta sauke damuwar da ke gabanta. Musamman ma na abinci, don cikinta har wani ƙugi yake yi.


Masdook ya dubi littafin da ke kan ƙafafunta ta gefen idanunsa, ‘Straight Talk, No chaser’ ya girgiza kai. Ya kan rasa me ya sa wasu mutanen ba su da abin yi kwata-kwata, yanzu wannan littafin me zai amfaneta da shi?

Yana da zimmar ci-gaba da aikin da ke gabansa, amma ya gaza yin hakan, saboda halin da yake ciki, muryar matar da ta fito ta hanyoyin sanarwa ne, ya fiddo shi daga nazarin littafin ƙafafun yarinyar hakan ya ɗauke shi, bazata har wayarsa ta faɗi a gefen ƙafafunta, garin ya sunkuya ya ɗauka ne, kansa ya bugi goshin Mihjana da ta yunƙura domin ta tashi.

“Oucchhh!” Ta faɗa cikin girgiza wurin da ta buge, shi ko tamkar bai bugu ba, ɗagowa ya yi cikin hanzari, ya gyara madubin idanunsa, na ƙara ƙarfin gani, sannan ya ce “Sannu.”

Kallonsa ta yi cikin tsananin mamakin kalmar da ya faɗa “Sannu?”

Ɗaga girarsa ya yi sama yana duban gefensa da bayansa, sannan ya sake dubanta “Ko kuwa ba abinda ake faɗa ba kenan, idan mutum ya yi laifi cikin kuskure?”


Kallonta ya yi wani iri, lafiyar wannan? Kodai ita ce ba ta iya magana ba, sai tambayoyi ta iya? “Ka zo ka sameni a wurin da na ke zaune ni kaɗai, ka zauna a gefena ba tare da neman izini ba, ka wurgar min da waya, ka fasa min ita, ka buge min kai, iya kalmar da za ta fito a bakin ka kenan? Sannu?”

Shiru ya yi yana duban ‘yar mitsilar yarinyar da take masa magana. Daga bisani ya kalli wayar hannunsa, sai ya ga ashe ba tasa bace, ga tasa a aljihun jakar kwamfutar tafi-da-gidankansa . “Okay, na yi kuskure, ki yi haƙuri, shi kenan ko?”

“Ban san wanda ya koya maka bada haƙuri ba, amma koma waye ne, na tausaya masa ƙwarai, domin yana da sauran aiki a gabansa.”

Ta faɗa a tsume haɗe da ƙwace wayarta daga hannunsa. Masdook ya bi ta da kallo, bai taɓa ganin yarinya kamar wannan ba, wacce ta tsaya ta fuskance shi ta faɗa masa magana son ranta ba, duk da ya san laifin sa ne.

Amma kuma ita waye za ta faɗa masa son ranta, mata kamarta nawa suke Allah-Allah ya dubi inda suke. Ita ta samu ma har ya yi mata magana, har tana kushe wanda ya koya masa tarbiyya! A lokacin ji ya yi kamar ya fincikota ya tsinke bakinta, gobe ba za ta ƙara yi wa wani tsiwa ba.

Ta fara tafiya ne, ta ji kamar an taɓa ta, amma ta juyo ba ta ga kowa ba, tsaki ta ja ta ci-gaba da tafiya. Haka kawai tana ji da wayarta, ya kama ya zo ya fasa mata waya. Ita ba ta taɓa ganin mutum irinsa ba.

Yaya ma aka yi ya iya Hausa, oho? Don ita kallon Masdook tun farko ma ba ta ba shi ɗan Najeriya bane, balle ta sa shi a kabilar Hausawa, don tamkar Balarabe haka komansa yake, ga shi jibgege, duk tsawonta sai da ta dawo mitsitsiya a gabansa, tana masa masifa ma, tana tunanin idan ya mutsuketa, sai dai a sake wata Mihjanan, ba ita ba. Ganin yana da siffar larabawa, ya sa ta yi saurin danganta shi da Musulunci.

Shi ya sa ta yi ta jin haushi da ya kama gefen kujerarta ya zauna, ba tare da ya tambayi koda me wurin ba? Watau in babu ya nemin izinin ko zai iya zama, kasancewar dai da hijabin ta ya ganta a jikinta.

Duk da yake dai ƙaramin hijabi ne, amma ai rigarta me dogon hannu ne. Ta faɗa a ranta haɗe da duban kayan jikinta. Doguwar rigar Turkiyya ruwan ƙasa mai cizawa da kuma ɗan hijabin ta da ya shiga da shi .

Ya kamata kuma ya kula, ita ba watsatsiya bace da zai zo ya zauna kusan ƙugu da ƙugu da ita, har yana ɗaga mata waya yana fasawa, ita kam kallon farkoda tai masa ma ta liƙa masa taɓon tsumamme, mai baƙin hali. To yanzu kam ta ƙara da mugu ma.

Haka kawai ya fasa mata wayarta, kuma wai sai sannu! Kawai zai gaya mata, ga shi goshinta ji take yin sa gingirim haka da shi. Tabɗi! Hala ma yai mata ƙulu a goshi? Tsayawa ta yi a tsakiyar filin, ta fiddo madubinta daga jaka tana duba wurin.

Hular hijabin ta, ta ɗan jawo gaba, sannan ta ƙara duba madubin. Yana kallon abin da take yi, daga inda yake tsaye gaban kanta. Girgiza kansa ya yi haɗe da yin murmushi.

Abin da ya daskarar da shi kenan. Murmushi ya yi? Shi Masdook ya yi murmushi yau. Rabon shi da yin murmushi tun… Wani azaban raɗaɗi ne ya ji ya ziyarci zuciyarsa, wannan ya sa nan da nan ya kawar da tunanin daga zuciyarsa. Gyara zaman jakar komfutarsa ya yi a kafaɗarsa, sannan ya nufi ƙofar da ya ji an ambaci masu hawa jirginsu su ƙarasa.


Tura jakarta ta yi wurin adana jakunku na, sannan ta miƙe bayanta a jikin kujerar, saboda ta gaji da zama, ga shi yanzu za su ɗauki kusan awa huɗu kafin su isa birnin Tel Aviv daga Frankfurt.

Duk ita ta janyowa kanta wannan damuwar. Su Faiz yanzu kam sun mance sun isa masauki ga ta ita har yanzu tana garari a ƙasashe. Ita ba ta san ma me ya kai ta amincewa da wannan aikin ba? Tunda ta karɓe shi, banda baɓar wuyar da take ci, babu komai a ciki.

Kasancewar Jirgin na Lufthansa mai tafiya Tel Aviv daga Abuja, ya sa dole suka biyo birnin na Frankfurt, inda za su shiga (Connecting Flight), jirgi mai kai su masaukinsu. Sannan ta rasa nata jirgin, saboda sakacinta, wannan ya janyo mata bin jirgin da aka jinkirta shi, saboda rashin kyawun yanayi, har ta kai ga kiran Abbunta don ya faɗa mata abin yi.

Ga shi yanzu wancan mugun mutumin ya fasa mata waya, ya kuma ce mata ‘Sannu’ tamkar daman ya saba fasawa mutane abubuwa, ya ce masu sannu, ya kuma share. To an ce masa ciwo take yi ne?

Sai a lokacin ta zabura, “Yau na shigesu, idan na isa, yaya za ayi na kirasu a waya kenan?” Tun farko ba ta san me ya kai ta tahowa ita kaɗai ba, ba ta taɓa jin tsoro ya shigeta ba a iya tafiye-tafiyen da take yi, to amma ba ta taɓa tafiya zuwa wata ƙasa ita kaɗai ba. Sai da su Abbu, ga shi yau garajenta ya kai ta. Kuma ba waya a hannunta.

Bata san lokacin da ta sa kuka ba, kuka abin ta take yi tsakani da Allah, ba abin da ya dameta. Duk da ba ihu take yi ba. Amma idan dai ka na kusa, za ka ji shessheƙar ta. “Wallahi komai ma ka ke gadara da shi, yau kam ka tare shi, ka samu. Haka kawai ka ɓatar da ni a ƙasar mutane. Yanzu yaya zan samu lambar su na kirasu?”

Tunani ɗaya ne ya faɗo mata ko ta sauka ta zauna a kasar Germany, kar ta yi aikin nata ko kuwa ta wuce Tel Aviv ta yi ta aikin zare idanu har ta ga wanda suka je karɓanta a filin jirgi.

Har ta tashi za ta fita ne, daga jirgin, sai kuma dabara ta faɗo mata, tunda ta san lambar Abbu da ka, sai ta kira shi. Ta faɗa masa abin da ake ciki, koda wayar kuɗi ce, idan ya so shi kuma ya kirasu, ya faɗa masu inda take.

Nan take ta shiga dariyar farin-ciki, ganin ta samo hanya ma fi sauƙi da za ta fita daga wannan matsalar. Duba gefenta ta yi, ta ga babu kowa, don haka take tunanin ko ba mai kujerar ne. A hankali barcin gajiya ya fara ɗaukarta. Ga zaman benci ga yunwa.

Ba a daɗe da fara tafiya ba, ta ji ana tambayarta me za a kawo mata?  Nan ta buƙaci shayi ko hanjinta za su ɗan warware, amma ba ta yi tsammanin za ta iya cin sauran abincin ba tuku na.


Ɗan ƙararrawar da ke nuni da a ɗaura ɗammara, don shirin sauka ne ya hasko, wannan ya jawo hankalin Mihjana. Don haka ta buɗe idanu a hankali, ta yi yadda aka ce. Har yanzu ko ina ciwo yake mata a jikinta. Tunanin ta ɗaya, yanzu yaya za ta yi idan su Yinka ba su zo filin jirgin ba, kasancewar ta ce za tai masu waya idan sun taso?

Sai lokacin ta ga wautarta da tun a Birnin Frankfurt ba ta nemi wayar Abbu ba. Koda suka sauka, ana ta sauka zuciyarta kan abu guda take, don haka ta yi duk abinda ya dace ta yi, tunda jakarta babba na hannunsu Yinka, na hannunta kawai ta sauke, sannan ta nufi inda za ta samu waya haɗe da yin tambaya, saboda girman (Terminal 3) ɗin ga shi ya haɗu da ba ta taɓa zuwa ƙasar ba.

Abu ɗaya dai da ta sani, shi ne ba za ta taɓa barin wurin nan ba, sai a motar kamfani da filin jirgin suka yarda da su, don yanzu za a hallakata, musamman idan an lura da yadda take ɓari, don tsabar tsoro.

Wuraren cin abinci ta hango. Nan da nan ta ji cikinta ya yi ƙugi, amma ta fi buƙatar waya akan abinci a wannan lokacin. Cikin sauri ta isa wurin wayar.

Kamar ta yi fitsari da ta ji wayar tana ta ƙara, babu wanda ya ɗaga, yau ta shiga uku idan… ba ta ƙarasa tunaninta ba, ta ji muryar Abbu ya kwararo sallama. “Abbu ban san yadda zan yi ba, na shiga jirgin kamar yadda ka faɗa min, to amma Abbu tun a Germany wani mugu kawai ya je ya fasa min (Screen) ɗin wayata, yanzu ba na ganin komai ya yi baƙi, ba ni da lambar su kuma. Abbu ka na da lambar Mr Kamaal ai, kira ya ba ka lambar su, ka ce masu mun iso su zo su ɗauk…”

“Calm down! Mihjana. Ba abinda zai sameki kin ji? Kar ki firgita, yanzu ki na ina ne?”

“Ina ta wurin ƙofa ta biyu (2) ne.”

“To ki tsaya a nan, zan yi waya, sai su sameki ko? Sai ka ce ba ƙwararriyar ‘yar jaridata ba?”

Jin Abbu ya ba ta ƙwarin gwiwa, ya sa ta samu gefe guda wurin tarbar baƙin ta yi zamanta da jakarta tana jira. Can kuwa ɗaga kanta da za ta yi, sai ta hango shi cikin mutane, domin kuwa ya fita daban, daga tsawon sa da yanayin ginin jikinsa.

Duk da ya kusa sajewa da jajayen fatan, amma farin sa ya fi kama da na Larabawa, yanayin gyaran fuskarsa da kaurin jikinsa ne, ya sa ta yi saurin gano shi, domin kuwa  Mr. Abubakar ba irin mutanen da idan ka gansu karo na farko za ka mance su da wurin nan bane. Yana da dogon fuska da ya wadatu da cikakken gashin gira da kuma lallausar gashin da ya kwanta a gefe da gefen fuskar.

Yana da wasu idanu farare tar! Da sai an daɗe kan ka ga irin idanu masu haskensu, ga jajayen laɓɓansa da za ka yi tunanin anya yana magana da su kuwa? Domin tamkar na jarirai haka jansu yake. Hancinsa shi ya ba shi cikon kyawunsa, yadda yake da dogon karan hanci, wanda bai tafi sumul ba, irin dai na gogaggun mazan nan da suka cika da izza ne.

Baya ga cika, idon sa yana da wani abu a tattare da shi da bazata ce. Saboda ɗazu kam ta sha kallo, kafin ya gwara mata kai, ya kuma fasa mata wayarta, sai dai Allah ya yafe mata, take ta ce “A’u’zu billahi minasshaida nir rajim”. Da gudu-gudu sauri-sauri ta je ta same shi.

Ba ta taɓa farin-cikin ganin mutum ba a rayuwarta, kamar yadda ta yi a yanzu, don har ta fara tunanin ta zama nama a garin mutane. “Mr. Abubakar, tsaya tsaya. Ina ka ke tunanin za ka tafi ka bar ni?”

Juyowa ya yi yana dubanta haɗe da ɗan tsumewa kaɗan, cikin tattaro tunaninsa “Ka fasa min wayata, ka sa na rasa lambar masu zuwa su ɗaukeni, yanzu banda lambar su, sannan kuma ba su san ma jirginmu ya taso ba, sannan za ka gudu ka bar ni. Yau kam babu inda za ka tafi ka bar ni, na faɗa maka ƙafarka, ƙafata.”

Yau yana ganin ikon Allah. Shi tundaga Frankfurt, ya san ya gamu da gamonsa, ga shi har yanzu ba ta rabu da shi ba, don haka ya ƙare mata kallo, ka na ganinta, ka san a tsorace take.

“Ina kayanki?” Kawai abin da ya tambaye ta kenan.

“Me za ka yi da kayana?” Ta faɗa tana masa kallon rashin yarda.

“Za ki faɗa, ko kuwa kin fi son ki fara bara a Isreal? Idan dai ba so ki ke yi waɗancan yanzu su zo su yi awon gaba da ke ba, ki nuna min jakarki.” Harɗe hannu ta yi a ƙirji tana ta ɗagelgel tana leƙen ‘Yan-sandan da suke ta sintiri a filin jirgin ta saman kafadarsa, kuma da gani ba su da mutumci, za su iya kwasheta a kulleta a wani wuri a mance da ita, koda yake ai tana da shaidar aikinta a tare da ita, ba me mata komai.

“Ba ni da kaya.” Ta faɗa ƙasa-ƙasa.

Fuskarsa ya so ya yi abin da ya yi kama da murmushi, amma ko kaɗan ba za ta yi kuskuren kasafta hakan da murmushi ba, domin yadda ka san wani wanda aka kawo mai labarin mutuwa haka yake, sai dai wani abin mamaki, duk tsananin tsumewarsa, bai rage masa cika idonsa ba, ko kaɗan. Kamar ba zai yi magana ba, can kuma dai ya ce “To, biyoni.”

Bai jira ta ba, ya yi gaba abinsa, don haka ta fara gudu-gudu, don ta kamo shi, ganin baida da sassauci, maimakon ya rage tafiyarsa, tunda ya san ita ba ta da irin dogayen ƙafafunsa, amma ko a jikinsa, “To ai shi ma baida da kaya, banda jakar sa ɗaya ta rataye. Gwamma ni ma kayana na wurin Yinka” Ta faɗa a ranta, ganin shi singur da ta yi.

Suna zuwa, ta ga ya nemi Tasi ɗin kamfani. Ya juyo ya ce “Gabas ki ka yi ko yamma?”

Uhmm? Cikin zare idanu take kallon sa, don haka ya ɗan buɗe idanu cikin mamaki.  “Kar ki faɗa min ba ki san inda za ki je ba?”

Ka ji zai raina min wayo? Ɗauke kanta ta yi ta harɗe hannayenta a ƙirji Ta ce “To ko kai ka san gabas ne a ƙasar nan?”

Juya idanunsa ya yi cikin ƙosawa, ba abinda yake so irin ya rabu da ita, ya kama gabansa, don haka ya ce “Cikin Tel Aviv za ki shiga, ko Jerusalem ki ka yi?”

“Tel Aviv mana, ko kai ba jirgin can ka shigo ba?” Ta faɗa cikin ƙaguwa. Don haka gani ta yi ya buɗe ƙofa ya bar mata shi a buɗe, shi  kuma ya shiga gaba.

Ta soma tunanin anya kodai ta jira ne? To idan kuma Abbu bai samu su Yinka da wuri ba fa? Sai kuma ta ce “Duk dai muguntarka, ba za ka saida ni a ƙasar nan ba.” Har ta shiga motar, sai kuma ta canza shawara. “Ku maida ni, na tuna Abbu na ya ce zai turo a zo a ɗaukeni.”

“Shi ya sa na ga kin tsufa a masaukin ki. By the way, ina ne masaukin naki?”

Idanu ta zaro kafin cikin sauri ta tuno ta rubuta adireshin, gudun kar wanda yake wayar. Yinka ya ɓace masu.  Ga shi zai mata amfani, nan dai ta hau binciken Jakarta, can kuma ta fiddo ɗan ƙaramin kundin sirri ta miƙa masa. Da ta tuna da adireshin ma a rubuce da kai tsaye ta wuce masaukinta, ba ta tsaya nema masa ba.

Sai da ta miƙa, sannan ta ce “Farkon kawai za ka kalla, kar ka buɗe min littafina.”

Girgiza kai ya yi, ya miƙo mata ba tare da ya ce komai ba, ganin ta tsaya kallon sa, ba ta da niyyar motsawa,  ya ce “Buɗe da kanki.”

Da sauri ta wafce ta buɗe, ta miɗa masa. Da ya gama dubawa ne, ta ga ya yi magana da direban. Sannan suka ci-gaba da tafiya. Saman kansa take hangowa ta saman kujerar, da kuma kafaɗun sa. Ko me ya zo yi, oho? Ita dai damuwarta, ta samu ta ga ‘yan-uwanta su Yinka.

Kamar daga sama ta ji ya ce mata “Me ki ke yi a ƙasar nan ke kaɗai?”

“Aiki na zo yi, kuma ba ni kaɗai bane, saboda haka idan ma sayar da ni za ka yi, to akwai waɗanda za su zo suna nemana, asirinka zai tonu.” Murmushi ya yi, yanzu kam sosai, har haƙoransa suka bayyana. A ransa ya ce “Ai ko ke ta sayarwan ce, ba me sayenki.”

Tana ganinta a masauki, bayan kusan tafiyar minti talatin da suka yi, ta sauke ajiyar zuciya, har ma ta ji kamar ta yi ihun daɗi. Tana sauka daga motar, ta juyo ta ce masa “Na gode, Allah ya biyaka, duk da dai kai ka janyo min.” Ba ta jira me zai ce ba, ta zari ‘yar jakarta ta yi cikin Otel ɗin.

Ya rantse da Allah bai taɓa ganin mutum irin yarinyar nan ba. Ba ta da damuwa sam a rayuwa, ya ga alama, kuma daga gani ta saba samun abin da take so. Amma nan take ya ji ya tsaya, ya ga ta samu abokan tafiyarta ko kuwa?

Koda yake menene ruwansa da ita? Don haka ya juyo ya faɗawa direban adireshin na sa masaukin, inda ya yi masauki a Otel din Sheraton.

Yana isa ɗaki ruwa ya sakarwa kansa, ya nemi abinci, sannan ya shiga aiki, yana gama abin da yake yi. Ya ce “Saura kawai ki zauna cikin yanki mai sabis kin gama min komai!”



25 YULI 2010 — 2:08 AM

Tun haɗuwarta da jama’arta, bayan sun tafi filin jirgi, sun yi ta yawon nemanta ba su sameta ba suka dawo, nan suka zo suka tarar da ita a zauren karɓan baƙi tana ta narkan barci, “Tunda Ummi ta haifeni, ban taɓa wahalalliyar tafiya irin ta yau ba.” Abin da ta faɗawa Yinka kawai kenan. Sannan ta miƙe ta bi bayansu, inda aka nuna mata ɗakinta, ba wani babban ɗaki bane.

Otel ne mai lambar yabo uku, ba laifi yana cikin gari, sannan kusa yake da kasuwar raƙuma, da abubuwan tarihi na ƙasar wanda musabbabin abin da ya kawo su kenan, wannan ya sa suka kama masauki ta wannan yankin garin, da kuma tattalin aljihun kamfani. Kowannensu da ɗakinsa.

Banɗaki ta wuce da sauri ta rage mararta, sannan ta sakewa jikinta ruwan zafi ta gasu sosai, kafin ta ɗauro alwala ta fara biyan sallolinta.

Koda ta idar, ashe ko motsawa ba ta sake yi a wurin ba, nan barci ya yi awon gaba da ita, sai yanzu ta farka, a sanadiyyar wata tsuwwa da take ta ji tana fita, ta rasa daga ina. Ta gama sauraron ko ina a ɗakin, amma ba ta ji daga ina ƙarar ke fitowa ba.

Can kuma ta sake jin wata daban, sai lokacin ta fahimci ko na menene wannan, wayarta ce take ƙoƙarin mutuwa, nan ta ƙara jin haushi.  To ai daman da ke da babu duk ɗaya, gwamma ki mutu na san cewa caji ne ya ƙare.

Koda ta farka ma dai, ta gaji da yawa, da har take ganin tauna abinci ma zai ba ta wahala, don haka ta koma saman gado ta ci-gaba da lafiyayyen barcinta, ko Abbu ma ba ta kira ba, sai da safe kawai.



Ya kamata yanzu hutawa zai yi, kafin zuwa safiya ya wuce wurin taron, amma ya kasa hakuri. Nan da nan ya koma ya buɗe shafin da yake aiki a kai ɗazu, sai da ya ci ƙarfin abin da yake gudanarwa, sannan ya rufe na’urar.

Wayarsa ya janyo zai yi waya, sai ya tuna baida da lambar a wannan wayar da ke hannunsa, haka kawai sai wannan yarinyar ta faɗo masa a rai. Girgiza kai ya yi kawai, har yanzu bai san sunanta ba, bai san daga inda take ba, da kuma irin aikin da ya kawota. Ba abinda ya sani game da ita, baya ga cewar ita karan kanta damuwa ce ko yace babbar matsala.

Wannan ya sa ya ajiye a ƙwaƙwalwarsa cewa daga ya fito daga taro, zai sameta a inda take. Kunna ƙira’a ya yi a wayar tasa, ya kwanta cikin shirin barci, ba tare da ya kashe ba.


“Yinka kin faye nuƙu-nuƙu!” Mihjana ta faɗa cikin ƙosawa da abokiyar aikinta da ta gaza gama shiryawa su tafi yin abin da ya kawo su.

“Dole ki ce haka, na ga dai ba ni bace na rasa jirgi na.”

Juya idanu ta yi ta ce. “To kuma sai aka ce ki yi ta tuna min, duk sanda ki ka ga dama ko? Me ya shafe ni, kin san Faiz sarai ko minti biyar muka ƙara ba mu sauka ba, tafiya zai yi ya bar mu.” Ta faɗa tana cusa bironta cikin aljihun jakarta, haɗe da littafi ɗan madaidaici.

Kayan ɗaukar hoto da sauran na’urar da duk za su buƙata suna wurin Faiz da Williams (Guide) ɗinsu, mai nuna masu gari. Don haka ba ta jira Yinka ta saka makeken sarƙar duwatsun da take kokuwa da shi ba, ta yi gaba tana faɗin “Wai duk haka ku ke ne Yarabawa da ɗaukar kwalliya kamar wani hidimar biki za ki je?”

Yinka ba ta ce komai ba, ta san halin Mihjana sarai da tsokana da kuma zolaya, wannan ya sa ta shiga ran kowa a ofis ɗinsu inda suke aiki, da tashar nan fitacciya (Exclusive Life). Duk da dai da farko sai kun yi faɗa, daga baya za ka zo ka fahimci cewa haka Mihjana take, kuma nan da nan za ka so ta.

Kyakkyawar Bafullatana ce, mai siririn mulmulallen jiki da ƙaramin fuska, ba ta vda girman kai, ko jiji da kai, don ita idan ka ce Mihjana ta yi digiri na ɗaya da na biyu, sannan ta yi shekaru biyu tana aiki, ba za ta yarda ba, idan an bar ta, bai wuce ka ji tace tana aji ɗaya a jami’a ba.

A shekarunta ashirin da shida a duniya, ta kan shammaci mutane da dama wanda suke ba ta shekaru sha takwas. Fara ce ‘yar luwai-luwai da ita, ba za ka ga wani kyawunta ba, wanda zai sa nan da nan ka so ta.

Baya ga farin fatarta, tana da idanuwa masu kyau da ɗaukar hankali, hancinta bai faye tsawo ba, sai dai ba laifi akwai kara. Idan ta yi murmushi, to tabbas za ta sace zuciyar mutum da kyawawan jerarrun haƙoranta farare tas sirara.

Kullum yanayin shigarta kuwa, daga hijabs sai jilbaabs da dogayen riguna. Yinka ba ta taɓa ganinta da wata banzar shiga ba, wannan ya sa ta taɓa tambayarta ko ita matar aure ce?

Mihjana murmushi kawai ta mata, ta canza salon hirar ta su da cewa, haka ake sa kaya a addininta. Yinka daga nan ta ji Mihjaana ta burge ta, domin kai tsaye take komai tsakani da Allah, babu zancen ɓoye-ɓoye.

Gata da ƙwazo kan aikinta, domin ko batun tafiyar nan, sai da ta sha wuya sannan aka bar ta ta taho, amma ba ta karaya ba, saboda aikinta na gaba mata da komai. Idan tana turanci kuwa, ba mai cewa a Najeriya ta yi karatu, ta iya Faransanci, ranar kuma ta ji ta tana larabci da wata ‘yar rahoto Basuda niya.

Wannan ya sa ta mamakin wai menene abin da yake sa Mihjana Suraj Suyudi take isa inda ta kai a rayuwa, ba tare da ta bari wuyan ya nuna a tare da ita ba? “What makes her tick?” Kallonta ta yi a yayin da ta matsa gefen Williams tana gaishe  shi daga nesa.

Ta taba tambayarta, me ya sa ba su gaisawa hannu da hannu da maza, ita kuwa ta ce mata “Me ya sa ki ke gaisawa ke?” Shiru ne amsar, wannan ya sa take mata ganin GIRMA! Duk da kuwa ta fi ta a shekaru.

“Oh, Fa’iz yanzu ba za mu karya ba, za mu wuce?”

“Kin duba agogonki kuwa?”

“Na sani, mun yi latti, amma fa jiya ba ka san wani irin wahalallen barcin da na yi ba.”

Gintse dariyarsa ya yi, bai dai son ta gane abin ya ba shi dariya ne, amma ya so ya ganta a filin jirgi da suka tafi suka bar ta a Frankfurt. Kawai daga an jinkirta tashin jirginsu suka bazama yawo a filin jirgin, suka yi ciye-ciye, Mihjana ta shiga banɗaki sai ta kulle ta ciki, su kuma sun yi gaba, a tunaninsu ta shiga layi. Sai da suka yi (Boarding) suka kula ba ta ciki.

Nan ne suka kiɗime, Yinka na duba wayarta ta samu (Missed calls) kusan goma sha uku, ashe wayar tana (Silent) ne. Dole ta bari sai sun sauka, don ba damar su yi waya, sun riga sun tashi.

“To na ji za mu tsaya cin abinci, amma ba latti yau za mu fara zuwa Bauhaus Tour da Independence hall, kafin nan idan da sauran lokaci mu je tsohon Jaffa kamar yadda Williams ya faɗa.” Yai masu bayani cikin turanci.

Wannan ya sa Mihjana ta maida hankalinta ga tagar motar inda suke wuce gine-gine masu ban sha’awa, kafin su tsaya dai-dai wani madaidaicin gidan cin abinci, yanzu ne ta ji ba ta ji haushin Faiz ba, da ya hanasu cin abinci daga masauki, saboda kallo ɗaya ta yi wa wannan wurin, ta ji ya burgeta.

Kusan awansu biyar suna yawo. Williams yana masu bayani a duk inda suka tsaya. Yayin da Yinka take naɗan duk abinda yake faɗi. Fa’iz yana ɗaukar hirar Mihjana da Williams inda take masa tambayoyi, game da al’adu da sana’o’in garin dama mutanen garin baki ɗaya.

Zuwansu Bauhaus Center, ƙwarai ya ƙayatar duk da turancin mata mai maganar baya fita sosai, amma sun ga abubuwa masu ban sha’awa da kuma matuƙar muhimmanci a wannan shiri da tasharsu take shiryawa game da bambancin al’adu na ƙasa daban-daban a faɗin duniya.

Kafin ƙarfe huɗu sun zaga muhimman wuraren da ya dace a cikin shirin na su, sun kuma ƙaru cikin ilimi da wayewa, kan rayuwar jama’ar garin.

Ƙwarai Mihjana ta gaji likis! Ga gajiyarta ta jiya, don haka ba abinda take muradi irin ta samu ruwan zafi, ta gasa jikinta ta miƙe.

Sun gama cin abinci a wani buɗaɗɗen gidan cin abincin da aka jera kujeru a waje, yayin da wasu masu nishaɗantarwa suke ta faman aikinsu na busa algaita irin dai na al’adar mutanensu. Mihjana tana son su koma masauki, yayin da Yinka kuwa ba ta ƙi su kwana  a wurin ba, ta yi ta yi kallo.

Kamar da wasa, ta sake jin wannan ƙarar da ta ji tun jiya da dare. Ta shiga waige-waige. Can ta ce “Wayar waye a cikinku take ƙara?”

Dukkansu kowa ya dubi tasa wayar amma babu mai ita. Don haka ta cire abin a ranta. Sun miƙe da shirin tafiya ne kawai, ta tsaya cik! Fa’iz ƙwarai ya tsorata, ganin yadda fuskarta ya nuna alamu na tsantsar razana.

Kafin lokaci guda, ya ga ta rikiɗe ta koma fuskar faɗa, bai samu damar tambayarta abin da ke damunta ba, ya ga ta fita daga cikin kujerar ta isa wurin wani mutum.

“Yau na ga ikon Allah, bi na ka ke yi ko menene? Don kawai na roƙeka ka taimakeni, shi ne za ka yi ta bina duk inda na je a gari?” Zai yi magana ne, ta sake katse shi.  “Ko kuwa ka na so ka ce kai ma abin da ya kawo mu ƙasar nan, shi ne ya kawo ka, idan ba haka ba, yaya za mu haɗu a filin jirgi, mu shiga jirgi ɗaya mu sauka gari ɗaya, sannan na fita yawo duk girman garin nan, na sake haɗuwa da kai?”

Su Yinka dai mamaki ya hana kowannen su motsi. Shi wanda ake ta bidirin dominsa kuwa, bai ce mata komai ba tukun, sai da ya yi taku biyu zuwa gareta, da sauri ta ja da baya. “Lafiya?”

I believe you have something of mine. (Ina da tabbacin akwai abi na da yake wurinki).” Mihjaana kam juya idanu ta yi, don ta san halin irin mutanen nan sarai, suna haɗuwa da mutum, to zancen ɗaya ne, ko a nemi lambar wayarki ko kuwa kawai ki ga ana ta turo miki saƙwanni ta ko wane kafofin sadarwa.

Don haka ta ce. “Idan ma tunaninka shi ne ka cutar da ni ko ka yaudareni, na faɗa maka tun jiya ba ni kaɗai na zo garin nan ba, don haka kar ka ji da wai. Na san me yake ranka sarai. Kuma ba za ka samu ba, duk maza daman tunaninku ɗaya ne, bai wuci ka ce kai ba haka ka ke nufi ba ko? To bari ma ka ji ni matar aure ce.” Ta faɗa cikin jaddada masa maganarta haɗe da ɗaure fuska tamau! Ta kwaikwayi tsayuwarsa haɗe da ɗaga haɓar ta sama cikin ɗagawa.

Shi kam gyara tsayuwarsa ya yi, hannayensa bisa ƙirji ya gama jin ɓaɓatunta. Faiz kuwa har da naɗe hannun riga ya yiwo gaba zai ji dalili, tunda dai sun gan shi fari tas! Ga shi turanci ya yi, ba su ma zaci ɗan Najeriya bane.

Da sauri Mihjana ta hana shi, ta hanyar ɗaga mai hannu ta dakatar da shi “Kar ka damu na san maganinsa, ina jinka ka faɗa min me ye ka ke nema da ni, da ya sa ko ina na je ka ke biye da ni. Na gode da taimakon ka na jiya, amma don Allah na gaji da ganin fuskarka haka nan.”

Yanzu kam kallon kura yake mata, don ba ƙaramin haushinta yake ji ba, za ta tara masa jama’a, duk matsayinsa, koda yake ba kowa bane ya san ko shi waye, amma mutumcinsa ba abin zubarwa bane, koda daga bakin kyakkyawar ‘yar mitsilar bafullatanar  ce,  ko matar da take yawon ƙasashe tana yin koma menene, oho? Wanda mijinta baida da kishin kai, balle kishin iyalinsa, ya bari matarsa tana yawo a filayen jirage, tana ɓata ba tare da muharraminta ba, tana sa’insa da Ajnabi ɗinta.

A take ya ji ya tsani mijin, tun kan ya gan shi da ita kanta ‘yar mitsilar, haushi take ba shi. Wayarsa ya ɗaga ya daddanna wasu lambobi. Nan take kuwa ta ji wancar ƙarar tana yi, koda ta saurara, sai ta ji daga jakarta ƙarar ke fitowa. Wani sauti kamar ana sheƙa ruwa.

Ɗaga mata gira ɗaya ya yi cikin alamar tuhuma “Ki amsa mana ko ba wayarki bace take ƙara?”


Nan da nan ta sa hannu ta ciro wayar daga jakarta, sai kuwa ta tsorata, yaya aka yi wannan wayar ta shiga jakarta?

“Na yi zaton jiya za ki buƙaci magana da wasu na ki, shi ya sa…” Sai lokacin ta yi shiru cikin tunani, wato lokacin da ta ji kamar an taɓata, jakarta aka buɗe kenan.

“Kai ka buɗe min jaka, wato irin ku ne masu Smuggling abu a cikin jakunku nan jama’a ba tare da saninsu ba!” Ta faɗa cikin masifa. Girgiza kai ya yi, wannan yarinyar… au mata ce ashe, anyi mahaukaciya koman ta faɗa da masifa da surutu. Yana tausayawa koma wanene mai ita.

“Phone…” Ya faɗa yana nuna mata wayarsa. Nan da nan ta miƙa masa tana goge hannunta a gefen kayanta, wanda ya jiƙe da zufa, saboda wata irin kunya ce ta rufe ta. Amma ba za ta taɓa bari ya gane ba.

Shi kuwa ya sa hannu ya buɗe zip ɗin jakar hannunta ya saka mata sabuwar kwalin waya a ledarta ma take, ya zuge mata zip ɗin. Mamakin ƙarfin halinsa ya hana ta magana a karo na farko. “Yaya za ka buɗe min jaka, bayan gani a tsaye a gabanka?”

“Ban san koma waye ya koya miki yin godiya ba, amma koma waye ne, na tausaya masa, domin har yau kwalliya ba ta biya kuɗin sabulu ba, (He sucks!).”

Yana faɗa mata haka, ya juya, kamar kiftawar ido, ta neme shi ta rasa cikin hayaniyar filin kasuwar.

Juyowa ta yi tana duban Yinka “Kar ki faɗa min abin da ya faru yanzu da gaske ya faru? Ba mafarki na ke yi ba!”

Yinka tana dubanta da sakakken baki da buɗaɗɗen hanci da idanu ta ce “Arh… idan ki ka yi la’akari da yanzun nan aka ba ki kyautar wayar Naira dubu ɗari uku, zan iya cewa, idanunki a buɗe suke tangararan! Kar ki damu, haka na faruwa idan ka samu irin kyautar musamman daga mutumin da ba ka sani ba.”

Sam hankalin Mihjana ba a kan Yinka yake ba, balle ta fahimci me ma take faɗa. “Yaya za ayi ya ce min ban iya godiya ba? Yaya za ayi ya taɓa min jakata? Wai ma yaya aka yi ya san inda muke? Anya ba Aljani bane kuwa mutumin nan?”

Yinka ba ta saurarenta, domin a daidai wannan lokacin jakar Mihjaana take buɗewa ta fiddo kwalin wayar da aka sawa ƙawarta a jaka tana shafawa “OMG! Porsche, kyautar Porsche yai miki yanzun nan!” Ba ta kula Yinka ba, hankalinta ya gama tashi. Da fushi da wannan Mr. Abubakar ɗin nan, idan ma yana da suna ma kenan.

Abin da ta sani kawai, tun jiya ya damu rayuwarta.

Muryar Fa’iz ta ji a daf da kunnenta yana cewa “Akwai abin da ake cewa ‘Tracker’ ko kin san da shi? Maɓalli na samo wayar da ta ɓace. Saboda haka samo ta ki, ba wata gagarumar matsala bace a gare shi, musamman idan ki ka yi la’akari da mutumin ya san me yake yi.

Saboda yana da hanyar samo wayarsa, a duk inda take, muddin akwai (Network) a wurin, kuma ta hakan ya sameki. saboda haka ki kwantar da hankalinki. Ki more sabuwar wayarki. Gobe sabuwar rana ce, kuma muna da aikin yi.”

“Porsche ya ba ki! Ko hala ma yana da guda nawa, sai Allah, ko ma ya mallaki irin motocin, wa ya sani. Ke kin san waye ma ki ka haɗu da shi kuwa? Ko kyafta idanu bai yi ba ya baki kyautarta. Don Allah duba ko ya sa miki lambarsa a cikin wayar.” Duk da turanci Yinka ke ta wannan ɓaɓatu da zuban kamar ruwan sama.

“Ki riƙe wayar na ba ki.”

Nan suka wuce suka bar Yinka rungume da kwalin waya a ƙirji, da sakakken baki.

Rai a bace ya bar tsohon Jaffa, tun safe yake bin motsinta, duk da ya san ya bar ta jiya lafiya, amma yana ta tunanin kar ba ta samu abokan tafiyarta ba, ko kuwa ta sake ɓata, me ya sa bai tsaya ya ga ta shiga hannun da ya dace ba? Da wani abu ya sameta fa? Nan take ya ji ya kareta, tamkar yadda babban yaya zai kare ƙannensa.

Saboda bai yi tsammanin zai iya jure wani ya sake shiga ha’ula’i a dalilin rashin kulawarsa ba, wannan ne tunani na farkoda ya shige shi, ko jiya a filin jirgin, hakan ya sa  ya saka mata wayarsa a jaka, don ya san idan ya ba ta, ba za ta karɓa ba, shi kuma ya san a wannan yanayin, waya ce kawai abin da za ta bawa mutum natsuwa, idan ya samu magana da wanda ya yarda da su.

Sun kammala taronsu da wuri, amma akwai wasu abubuwa da ya dace ya kammala, a matse ƙwarai yake da samun wasu lambobin, hakan ya sa ya yi tunanin zuwa masaukinta na jiya, wato (Galilio Hotel), sai dai ta ce aiki suka zo yi, idan suka yi saɓani fa? Ba ɓata lokaci, ya kunna Tracker ɗin wayar tasa da ya jona da komfutarsa.

Ya sha wahala kan ya riske su, saboda yawon da suke yi a gari. Bai tabbatar da aikin suke yi ba, sai da ya gan su da idanunsa. Yarinyar akwai bakin tsiya, ko yau ko gobe zai so ya yi maganinta.

Amma a halin yanzu yana da matsalolin da suka fita girma. Kamar samun kwangilar da yake nema tare da kamfanin jiragen! Duk da ya taho domin halartar taron   shekara-shekara da aka shirya na cikon shekaru hamsin a Israel (50th Annual Conference). Akan kimiyyar sararin jiragen sama (Aerospace), wanda za ayi na kwanaki biyu a Tel Aviv da birnin Haifa.

Musabbabin zuwansa, domin ya damƙi wannan kwangilar ne wa kamfaninsu wanda yana ɗaya daga cikInshahararru a duniya baki ɗaya, a matsayinsa na fitaccen Injiniyan kwangila kan harkar ƙere-ƙere da kula da harkokin jiragen sama (Project Engineer, Aeronautics) wanda yake aiki da kamfanin (Air Bus and Air Bus groups).

Don haka nan Masdook ya goge tunanin ‘yar mitsilar bafullatana mai masifa daga ƙwaƙwalwarsa.

Lambar Adir ya danna, kusan ƙara uku ya yi, sannan aka ɗauki wayar a ɗaya ɓangaren.



02 AUGUSTA 2010 —7:45 AM

Tundawowarsu take ramakon barci, don yau kam ko aikin ma ta haƙura ba ta fita ba, shigowar Yasmeen ne ya sa ta motsa, “Don Allah kashe wutar nan ko zan runtsa.”

“Yaya Mihjanaa, Ummi wai barcin haka ya isa, ki sauko Abbu na nemanki.”

“Urgh! Yanzu barcina ya ƙare kenan? Ina son na yi barci.” Ta faɗa cikin turɓuna fuska.

“Ki je ki ji menene ne, to sai ki dawo mana.” Cikin fushi-fushi shagwaɓa-shagwaɓa ta fita daga bargon, ta ɗaure gashinta da ya wargaje da Ribbon, sannan ta ɗaura zani saman kayan barcinta, ta nemi hijabi ta ɓurma, duk da ta san Abbu ya tsani su kai ƙarfe taran safe suna kwance, ta sani ba zai mata faɗa ba, tunda ya san jiya suka dawo a gajiye.

Sallama ta yi ta shiga falon, nan ta same su, saman teburin cin abinci, ita ma kujera ɗaya ta ja ta zauna. Sannan ta shiga gaishesu. Abbu ya bi ta da idanu ya ce “Yaya na ga haka, ba ki shirya ba?”

“Abbu haƙarƙari na da kwankosona ne suke min wani wahalallen ciwo, shi ya sa nace ko yau ɗin zan huta ne, sai gobe na yi (Reporting)?” Ta faɗa cikin karkace wuya don a ƙyaleta.

“Mihjana, ba na son wasa da lamarin aiki, a ƙa’idance yaushe ya kamata ki koma aiki?”

Lissafi ta yi cikin nazari, ta ga ko yau kwanan wata menene? Don ita kam duk ta birkice lissafin ya kwaɓe mata. Zaro idanu ta yi ta ce “Abbu mugaye ne mutanen nan, yau fa suke so na koma. Abbu Wallahi ban da lafiya.”

Dariya duk suka yi, saboda kaf gidan kowa ya san irin rakin Mihjana, shigowar Hajiya ne ya sa ta ɗan shiga taitayinta. “Ke tashi ki je ki shirya, kin cikawa mutane kunne da surutu.”

“Allah, Hajiya ko na je ofis ɗin barci zan masu, don haka gwamma ku bar ni kan katifar ma zan fi saurin warwarewa da wuri, musamman idan kin dafa min wannan farfesun na ki na Talo-Talo.” Ta faɗa haɗe da saƙale hannayenta a wuyan Hajiyar ta baya, tana neman yin lilo.

Ummi ce ta maƙe mata bayanta ta ce “Ka ji tsabaragen rashin kunya, Hajiyar sa’ar ki ce, sauka ki ba mu wuri da Allah.“ Ita kam ta gode Allah da ya bata iyaye masu matuƙar ƙaunarta da kuma ji da ita.

Hajiya da Ummi ko ba wanda zai gansu ya ce ma kishiyoyi ne, duk da kuwa yadda auren Ummi da Abbun ya kasance, amma Hajiya ta riƙeta hannu bibbiyu, suna zaune lafiya ta danne zafin kishinta, ta rungumi ƙaddara, sai ta samu sauƙin zama, hakan kuwa ya ƙara mata kima a idanun Abbu, don haka dukkan lamuran Hajiya baya taɓa ɗaukansu da wasa.

“To ‘Yan mata na idan kun gama daka ta ‘yar taku za ku kula da ni, wata ta yi Serving ɗina ko kuwa yau na fice da yunwa?”

“Distinguished, ai ba za a yi haka ba. Me ya yi zafi?” Hajiya kam kujera ta ja ta shiga tsiyaya masa ruwan zafi za ta haɗa mai ganyen shayin da ya fi so, yayin da Ummi ta shiga zuba abincin cikin faranti mai ɗan faɗi.

Kallonsu yake yi, kowacce ta sha wankanta gwanInsha’awa, ga ƙunshi nan a hannayensu ya yi baƙi wuluƙ. Hajiya dai kanta a rufe yake ruf, da ɗan-kwalin atamfarta ta kashe ɗauri, ba za ka ce shekaru talatin da biyar da suka wuce bane aka kawo masa ita a matsayin amaryarsa.

Yayin da Ummi kam ta zizaro kitson gaban nan ya kwanto ta gefen fuskarta, har yana taɓo ƙashin wuyanta, ita ma dai ɗaurin ta yi, duk da dai ita ba atamfa bace a jikin nata, wani rantsattsen leshi ne.

Shi kam lamarin gidansa, ba abinda ya kai shi daɗi a gunsa, domin duk inda ya je a duniya Allah-Allah yake yi ya dawo wurin ‘Yan matansa, kamar yadda yake faɗa masu.

Senata Faruk Ingawa kam, zai iya cewa ya samu abin da yake nema a rayuwa, muƙamai dai na girma ya tattaka su daki-daki har ya kai zuwa yanzu a Najeriya matsayinsa na ɗan majalisar dattijai.

Ga kyawawan matansa, ga yaransa. Maasha-Allah! Sai dai duk waɗannan abubuwa da ya tara, sun gaza gushe masa baƙin-ciki ɗaya na rayuwarsa, wanda ya yi masa dirar mikiya shekaru huɗu da suka shige.

Ko yanzu da abin ya zo masa ransa, nan take ya ji hannunsa ya fara kakkarwa, zufa ta fara tsattsafo masa. Ummi ce ta kula da yanayin da Mai-gidan nasu ya shiga, ta ce “Distinguished, lafiya kuwa, me yake faruwa?”

Da sauri ta zuba ruwa a tambulan, ta miƙa masa, ya samu ya kurɓi kaɗan. Hajiya koda sauri ta miƙe ta ɗauko maganinsa ta ɓalla ta ba shi.

Murmushi ya yi na ƙarfin hali ya ce. “Muddin ina tare da ku duka, ba abinda zai same ni, Insha-Allahu. Na gode. Allah ya bar min ku, ya ƙara haɗa kanku, ku ci-gaba da nuna min kulawa ta musamman.”

Ummi kam kunya ce ta hanata amsawa, ta yi shigewarta ciki, nan ta bar su da Hajiyar ko ba komai, ta san Hajiyar za ta fi rarrashinsa, kuma abin da yake damunsa, ya dameta amma ta san Hajiya za ta fi fahimtar ciwon sa fiye da ita.  Ƙwalla tashare ta wuce ɗakinta.

Mihjana tunda ta koma ɗaki barcinta ta koma, cikin barci take jin wayarta na ƙugi, cikin yanayin barcin har yanzu, ta ɗaga za ta danna ta a (Silent), amma sunan da ta gani ne, ya sa ba shiri, ta miƙe ta zauna dabas! Akan gadon.

“Hello, Sir.”

“Hello, Mihjanaa meet me in the office now! (Ki sameni a ofis yanzu nan).”

Ai kafin ya ƙarasa magana, ta buga tsalle, ta faɗa banɗaki da gudu, a cikin kayan wanki ta wurga wayarta, ta shiga cire kaya tana tara ruwa, tana (Brush) a tare, yau ta shiga magana. Nan take ta shiga lissafi minti nawa zai kai ta wurin aikinta da ke (Wuse Zone 5)? Maganinta kenan, tun ɗazu ake ta ce mata ta tafi wurin aiki, tana aikInshagwaɓa, sai yanzu ta kula kwankwason nata ma ya sake ya bar ciwo. “Ɗan kwasti, wato dama bai ga haza bane.” Ta faɗa a ranta.

Cikin minti uku ta gama wanka, ta fito, daga tsaye ta yi shafa ta ɓurma kayanta, Powder kam da man baki da wayarta, duk cikin jakarta ta ɗura, ta sauka a guje kamar an korota, bin ta kawai suka yi da kallo.

“Na tafi, Mr. Kamaal ya kirani.”

Ayaba kawai ta ɗauka kan teburin ta fice, ba ta ma ji me suke faɗa ba, to amma me zai sa Mr. kamaal ya kirata yau cikin gaggawa, bayan ya san jiya suka dawo? Kodai har Fa’iz ya kawo rahoton tafiyar da suka yi ne? Aikin ta ne ba shakka bai masa yadda yake so ba ɗila, dama kowa ya san Mr. Kamaal, komai zai yi, ko za ayi masa ya fi son ya gan shi cikakke.

Addu’a ɗaya take ta yi Allah ya sa ba kwafsi ta yi ba, adana motarta ta yi, sannan ta gyara fuskarta ta kimtsu. A tsanake ta fito ta shiga cikin ginin. Kai tsaye ofishin mataimakin Daraktan tashar ta nufa.

Kansa na duƙe kan wani aiki ta same shi, ɗakin ya gauraye da sanyi mai ratsa jiki, har yanzu tana tunanin yadda mutum zai iya jure irin wannan sanyin a cikin ƙashinsa. Wani Ƙato ne a tsaye kuma kakkaura mai duhun idanu, kansa a suɗe tal! Ga wani saiko a kansa, fuska raɗa-raɗa a shimfiɗe a fuskarsa, irin mutumin da ba za ka so ka na farkawa a barci ka yi arba da shi ba, don sai ka zaci masu garkuwa da mutane ne (Kidnappers) ne suka yiwo maka asubanci. Wa ya ga Basamude!

A karo na farko ba za ka taɓa cewa yana da wani matsayi ba, balle ka ce ma mahaifinsa ke da wannan shahararren tashar talabijin ɗin. Wannan ya ƙara sa Mihjanaa mamakin kiran da ya yi mata.

“Ina kwana.” Ta faɗa ta hanyar gaisuwa, tana daga tsaye a gefe.

“Samu wuri ki zauna.” Bai jira komai ba, ya ce “Yaya hanya? Yau zan karɓi rahotonku na duba shi da kyau, da daukar hoton, duk da dai ba na shayin samun aiki mai kyau daga tawagarku. Da fatan kun warware gajiya?”

Ita dai iya saninta, ba ta taɓa haɗuwa ita da Mr. Kamaal don su tattauna wani abin ba, komai ta hannun furodusan shirinsu yake zuwa wurinta, don haka ƙwaƙwalwarta ta fi matsa mata da tambayar ko me take yi a zaune a nan?

Ai kuwa Mr. Kamaal bai ɓata wani lokaci ba, ya ce “Muna da (Exclusive Interview), hira ta musamman ne da babban baƙonmu ranar Asabar mai zuwa, ban san ko za ki iya ba? Idan ba ki gaji ba kenan.”

Bakinta ne ta buɗe cikin tsantsar mamaki, yau ita ake bawa wannan fage na musamman ɗin, domin ta gudanar? Ai wannan ba ƙaramin ci-gaba bane a ɓangaren aikinta. Wannan yana nufin an yi mata ƙarin girma kenan. Duk da mafarkinta kenan, sai take tunanin yaya za ayi ta ma fara yin hirar?

“Amma, Mr. Kamaal sau ɗaya na taɓa…”

“Na yarda da ke, na san za ki iya, na ga ayyukanki. Zan dai ba ki wasu tambayoyi ki je ki duba, sannan ki ɗan yi bincike kan wallafe-wallafen da aka taɓa fitar da su da baƙinmu a ciki, ina ga zuwa yanzu dai abin da za ki buƙata kenan, ki samu furodusan shirin ku ƙara tattaunawa.”

Mihjana kam baki ya ki rufuwa, sai yaƙe shi take yi kamar gonar auduga. Godiya take ta zubawa, nan ta karɓi babban fayil ɗin hannunsa da ya miƙa mata. Akan ta je ta yi nazarinsu, saura ƙiris! Ta fice a guje, don murna. Ina ruwan garaje ga dami. Yace a sa miya.

Ofis ta wuce, kamar ko ta san za ta tarar da Yinka, don ita kam ba ta sanya, can ta fesa mata labarin abin da yake faruwa.  Ai Yinka kam tsallen ta daka hannunta riƙe da na Mihjaana, sai da aka juyo ana kallonsu ne, ya sa suka rage sauti, suka shiga dariya ƙasa-ƙasa.

“Mihjana, kin san abin da hakan yake nufi kuwa?”

“Ƙwarai kuwa, bari ki ga yanzu na kira Abbuna na faɗa masa abin da ake ciki, na san ba wanda zai kai shi farin-ciki.”

“Amma daga wane ɓangare ne mutumin da za ayi hirar da shi yake?” Yinka ta tambaya cikin son jin ƙarin bayani, domin kowa ya san wannan fagen ne yake gabatar da manyan mutanen Najeriya da suka yi fice a sashe-sashe na ci-gaban rayuwa, kama daga fannin nishaɗantarwa, siyasa, kimiyya da kuma al’adu da rubutun adabi.

“Ina ga dai Mr. Kamaal ya ce min INJINIYA MASDOOK ABUBAKAR ne, ni dai ban san shi ba. Ko ta yaya, ya ba ni fayil zan je na yi bincike zuwa ranar Asabar.” Ita dai ta san koma waye ne, yana da matsayi babba, tunda mataimakin Darakta da kansa ya damƙa mata wannan aikin.

Yinka kam ta lula cikin nazari. Can ta ce “Ai ko na san wannan sunan, kamar na taɓa karanta hirarsa a wata mujalla ta fasaha. Ina ga ɓangaren ƙere-ƙere yake, ko wani abu makamarcin haka.”

Cikin fara’a suka rabu da Yinka. Ta duƙufa a kan teburinta, domin ta fara nazari. Sai kuma ta tuno kiran Abbu, nan da nan ta bar abinda take yi, ta nemi wayarsa.

Ƙwarai Allah-Allah take Asabar ta yi, ba don komai ba, sai don ta ga wannan mutumin, domin kuwa a ɗan guntun binciken da ta yi, domin haɗa tambayoyin da za tai masa ranar Asabar ɗin. A fahimtarta koma waye ne MASDOOK ABUBAKAR SA’EED. Tabbas ba makawa babban mutum ne, mai kaifin basira, sanin ya kamata da kuma haƙiƙancewa da sadauƙar da kai ga abin da ya sa a gabansa.

Domin yana da shekaru ashirin da biyu a duniya ya kammala karatunsa na digiri na biyu (Master). A ɓangaren aikin Injiniya na ƙera jiragen sama. (Aerospace Engineering). Sannan yana da shekaru ashirin da huɗu ya fara aiki a kamfanin (Airbus) a yankinsu da ke UK, inda ya samu aikin ne a dalilin wani tsohon Farfesansu da ya ke da faɗa a ji a kamfanin, shi ya bada sunansa ta hanyar yabo (Recommendation), aka neme shi, ya kuma lashe gwajin da aka yi masa.

A shekaru ashirin da shida ya kammala karatunsa na bincike, har ya samu takardar shaidar zama Dakta ɗinsa (Doctor of philosophy), inda nan ma ya ƙara ƙwarewa kan aikin kwangila ta ƙera jirage. Daga lokacin ne kuma ya faɗa cikin tawagar wani gagarumin aiki da suka yi na kamfanin (Airbus and Airbus groups).

Wanda ya janyo masa samun ɗimbin nasarori, har ya kai ga ana tunanin a baƙaƙen fata yana cikin manyan fitattu ashirin na wannan fagen. Shekarunsa arba’in a duniya. Ya kai muƙamin manyan kamfani, masu bin diddigin aikin da aka sa a gaba, masu tabbatar da cewa an kammala cikakken aiki akan lokaci.

Da kuma gwajin ayyuka a lokacin da aka kammala su. Yanzu haka ana sa ran yana daga jerin sahun farko a cikin waɗanda za su lashe kwangilar da za a bayar na ƙera sabbin jerin jiragen amfanin yau da kullum, a wannan kamfanin dai na (Airbus).

Ko ba ta gan shi ba, ta san ko ta ina mutumin ya yi, sai dai abin mamaki, baya ga waɗannan fitattun nasarorinsa da duniya ta sani a kansa, ba wani bayani sosai game da wannan bawan Allan, ita dai alfahari da nishaɗi kawai ya sanyata jin kasancewarsa ɗan ƘASARTA ne. A take kuma take jin ta yaya za ta iya fuskantar wannan mutumin da ya zaga duniya, ya yiwo ilimi daban-daban, ya game su wuri guda?

Dole ta duƙufa wajen neman ƙarin bincike, duk da kuwa ta ga furudusoshin shirin sun aika masa samfurin tambayoyin da zai tsammanta daga garesu, a nata ganin ya zamo mata ƙalubale ta iya karawa da mutum mai irin wannan matsayin da iliminsa.

Barcinta ragagge ne a daren Asabar, sai da ta haɗa da addu’a, ko ta samu natsuwa, domin kuwa ba ta isa ta watsawa Mr. Kamaal ƙasa a ido ba, yadda ya amince da ita, ya damƙa mata wannan babban aikin.

Ƙarfe sha ɗaya za ayi hirar, don haka tun tara saura tana wurin aiki, domin a kammala duk wasu shirye-shiryen da suka dace a yi. Tun jiya an nuna mata yadda komai zai gudana, domin haka yanzu abu ɗaya ya yi saura, shi ne baƙonsu na musamman.

“Mihjana za ki iya, kar ki ɗaga wa kanki hankali, ke da ki ka gabatar da shirye-shirye tundaga cikin gida har zuwa waje, mai zai sa ki ji ba za ki iya wannan ba, ki tuna kawai dole ki kula da haɗa ido da baƙon “Eye contact”. Ki ɗauka kawai ku biyu ne ku ke zaune ku ke wannan hirar, ki mance da duniya, baya ga gabatar da shi da za ki masu, ki natsu, shi kenan ba ki da matsala.”

Ajiyar zuciya ta yi, da ta ji bayanin ƙawartata, tana faɗa kamar wani cin biredi da shayi. Amma ga mamakinta, sai ta ji ta ɗan samu natsuwa. Ƙarfe goma da kwata tana cikin (Studio), ta samu labarin baƙonus ma ya iso.

A wannan lokacin Shola na gyara mata kwalliyarta, sanye take cikin jilbaab mai duhun launin bula da kuma hijaab mai hasken bula ɗan madaidaici zuwa saman ƙirjinta, bai cika ado ba, amma ƙwarai kayan suka fito da ita kamar wata ‘yar Turkiyya.

Tana ƙara bin ɗan rubutunda ta yiwo ne a takarda, sai ga shi nan sun shigo da Mr. Kamaal.  Ai ba shiri ta zabura daga mazauninta, cikin zare idanu ta ce “Mr. Abubakar!” Sai kuma nan da nan ta kula da rashin dacewar abin da ta yi, ta yi saurin bada haƙuri, sannan ta gaishe shi cikin murmushi, saboda kar oganta ya fahimci akwai matsala. Shi ya sa ta ce “Na ji daɗin haɗuwa da kai, don na sha jin labarinka”. Kallonta ya yi, ya san daɗin ganinsa, shi ne abu na ƙarshe da yake ran matar.

Amma matsala ɗaya ita ce, sunan wannan shirin, domin kuwa ba ta san ta inda za ta danne abin da take ji na fushi game da wannan mutumin ba, a cikin minti talatin, har ta samu kimtsuwa, ta yi masa tambayoyin da suka dace.

Sanye yake da jacket Suit, kusan shigen kalan kayan jikinta, mazaunin aninai biyu ne, a saman Coat ɗin da ke jikinsa, amma guda ya maƙala. Rigar cikin ruwan toka mai ɗan haske. Bai saka Neck tie ba, sannan aninin rigar cikin na can kusa da wuya a buɗe take.

Har yanzu ba za ka taɓa ce masa Bahaushe ba, sai dai ko Balarabe, saboda yadda fatarsa take sheƙi, bayan hasken ma da yake da shi, ga gashinsa a kwance lub-lub! Yau kam kamar ma ya ƙara fitowa daban. Koda yake don dai yau ɗin ta haɗu da shi kusa-kusa ne.

Sai kuma ta yi tunanin a duka haɗuwarsu, yaushe ne ba su haɗu kusa-kusa ba? Kawai dai mutumin ya iya nuna isa ne. Yau kam ta ga ya saki fuska, ba kamar haɗuwarsu a Tel Aviv ba, ko Frankfurt, ta kasa yarda da cewa satin da ya shuɗe ne kawai mutumin nan ya dagula rayuwarta.

Ba ta kula da lokacin da aka ba shi wurin zama ba, har aka nemi yi masa (Touch up), amma ya nuna baya buƙatar hakan, goge fuskarsa ya yi a tsanake. Yana zaune tamkar ya saba yin wannan hirar, koda yake me take tunani? Dole ya saba mana, ba kamar ita ba da yau ne ranarta ta farko. Baya ga lokacin da suka gabatar da shirin tare da Faiz, amma Mr. Kamaal ya rasa duk duniya wa zai gayyato a wannan ranar, sai wannan…  Wannan Mr. Abubakar ɗin.

Wato dama shi ne Masdook Abubakar ɗin kenan? Dole ya yi mata abin da yake so mana, don yana gadara da matsayinsa a duniya da kuma iliminsa. Anya za ta ma iya masa tambayoyin ba tare da ta yi masa mugun hali ba?

Wata zuciya ce ta ce mata, ‘Dole ki kula, wancan rayuwarki ce, wannan kuma aikin ki ne, dole ki banbance biyun.”  Da ƙyar ta samu hannunta ya daina fitar da zufa, dai-dai lokacin Daraktan shirin ya fara kirga 4, 3, 2, …


A Sackful Of Wishes

Hadiza Musa, 25-years old, has been through hell. As a bubbly, fun loving teenager, she marries the impulsive Abdurrazaq Zanna, known as AR, and for eight years suffers, starvation, rape and mental abuse from an increasingly obsessive husband. The death of her beloved father, followed by the death of her young son from neglect, brings matters to a head. Hadiza determines for a divorce just as AR insists they are meant for each other forever. A battle for survival ensues in which scars come to light and allies come from unexpected places: the prize is a chance at a new life for Hadiza Musa.
A Sackful of Wishes is the first book in The Hadiza Trilogy.

Umm Adiyya

Hannunshi yake kadawa kan sitiyarin motar, yana tafe yana tunanin abubuwa da dama, kwarai ya san cewa ba karamin kuskure yayi ba da ya sake barin Umm Adiyya ta shiga rayuwarsa ko da kuwa ta fuskar aiki ne, duk da kasancewar ba yanda za ayi ya yakice ta daga rayuwarsa saboda abun da ya hadasu ba karamin abu bane da zai warware a dare daya, abun da ya hadasu dangataka ce da ba ta rabewa ba, a tunaninshi ya mance da ita ya sa ta a gefe bazata taba tayar masa da abubuwan da ya zaci ya adanasu ya boyesu a wani lungu a can cikin kirjinsa ba, sai dai yau abun da ya gani a tare da Adiyya sun motsa masa abubuwa da dama masu dadi da masu daci.

Amma ya zama dole ya dubi bangaren dacin yayi aiki da shi saboda hakan zai fi fishe su, daga shi har ita. Har rana mai kaman ta yau bazai taba mance abunda ya faru ba. Birki yaja da karfi a dalilin wata motar da suka kusa yin karo, ashe tsabar tunani ya bar kan hanyarsa ya hau wata daban.

“Zaid Abdurrahman ka wuce haka!” Ya fada a bayyane yayinda ya yanki kwanar Darussalam Close dake Wuse 2 inda shiryayyen gidansa yake.