ZURFIN CIKI BOOK 3 Complete Hausa Novel Document by ZURFIN CIKI BOOK 3

neighborhood was quiet, there was no movement of any kind. She was a beautiful girl, chocolate color, tall, with a beautiful face, a long, beautiful nose, so sharp that you couldn't see her big, big eyes, designed like fish eyes, white as milk with long eyelashes like those of a person with eyelashes. Her mouth was a little small, just like her face. Her soft pink lips, her lips were shaped like a heart. She had black, soft eyelashes lying on the sides of her soft cheeks. Her soft, curly black hair was straight on her forehead like that of an Arab. She had pointed toes with kunba (nails) as white as milk. She was wearing a pink blouse and gown, which was very beautiful. She wore a small black hijab on her head. She was no more than 13 years old. At one glance, you would know that she had come out of a holiday home with joy, but her face was covered with dried tears, as if she had just cried. Holding a matchstick in her hand, her beautiful legs were clad in beautiful flat shoes, black with a hijab. She was really beautiful. If I told her to stop and describe the beauty of this girl to you, we would have to spend the night together. She would not have finished because she would have met her anywhere. 

She got off the road she was walking on and crossed a street and continued walking, looking tired. 

Just as she was about to enter the house, a young man said, "Sex with me, my girl." She turned and looked at him, sitting in his car with his door open and his legs hanging out. She felt like not going, but she remembered her mother's words when she said, "It is not good to humiliate a human being because you never know where you will meet him next." Remembering that made her sigh and frown. 

When she saw the back door, she stopped with her voice cracking, "Look here," she said, her voice fading away. He got out of the car, turned east, turned west, the alley was silent, he quickly took out a handkerchief from his pocket and slapped her in the face. She felt like she was about to fall from the heat. He gathered her and pushed her into the back door, went into the front door, started the car at full speed, and came out of the alley and headed for the road. He was running so fast that he felt like he was going to fly. There were three children in the back of the car, all four of them unconscious and all of them were women. 

The Nigerian clock struck 4:30pm. 

The house was a small house with a small entrance, you wouldn't call it a poor house, nor would you call it a rich house, it would be part of a row of houses with secret roofs, but every corner of the house was beautiful in appearance and design. There are two rooms in the house, and a small kitchen in the middle of the house on the left side, and a toilet on the right side. The house has a small courtyard.

A beautiful woman is sitting in the middle of the house on a mat, you can see her body resting on her feet, she is looking for rice in the middle of the house, you can see how she is looking for rice on the floor, she is not able to do it, she is wearing a black lace dress with a red stripe on her hands and neck, she is wearing a very beautiful and expensive gold necklace, she is a first class beauty, in a cold voice she raised her head and said "Jehan!! Jehan!!!" from inside the room a loud voice answered "yes Mum" "Come and check on Rimsha, she has been out buying matches for a while and she has not come back, you know, she does not know the way very well, hurry up so we can find her and we can cook this evening, she is very good" "Mum, I am really tired yesterday, we went to the shop with her and I showed her the way, you can't help but think that she has to figure out the way on her own, I did not find her and she did not come back home" she said in English and finished the sentence as she left the room. 

```Jehan``` 

She is a first-class beauty, with a long, beautiful face, a long nose, and her large, fish-like eyes are white as milk. Her long eyelashes stand up straight. Her mouth is slightly open. She has soft pink lips. She is wearing a pink blouse and gown. Her hair is not curly. She has long hair. Her hair is straight and smooth. She has small curls on her head. At the end of her hair, she has a big, big hair, one or three curls. Her eyes are dark. She is not afraid at all. She is not more than 15 years old. Jehan is a girl who is shy at first, 

shy When Mum spoke a little louder, Jehan pouted and said in excitement, "Mum, I'm tired of wearing this dress, now I want to drink fruits too" she spoke in English "Jehan!! Jehan!!! I called your name, Saunawa? Go and put on your hijab and go find Rimsha, you know that girl, if she doesn't know, she hasn't gone out since we got here until last year, if you let me go, God will tell you." "Hey Mum, you've been so stubborn now, we've been here for 5 days, even if I'm not a girl like Rimsha, I've never been shown outside, you won't come back, we've never been there, so who told me to go?" she spoke in her broken Hausa, Mum remained silent and didn't say anything again, while Jehan went outside and found the top of the soak away stand near the toilet window of her room and sat down to pouted.

A beautiful white woman with a bit of a belly came out of one of the rooms saying "Hey Jehan daddy, excuse me, go and see your sister, what if she gets lost? What will you do?" Jehan paused before saying "Grandma, I can't go anywhere, she's lost me, what do I care about her? Please Mum, let's go back to our real house, I don't like this house, it's too local, I want to see my dad, I miss him." She finished her sentence by standing up and heading towards the room, saying "Since you bothered me, I went to the room." She looked at Mum, Grandma, while Mum frowned, thinking to herself, "Come on, Jehan, you didn't cry when I got lost, you didn't cry when I got here." Grandma walked past Jehan and persuaded her to stand up. Mum headed towards the kitchen with the rice she was looking for. 

Silence until 6pm, the city was getting dark. Rimsha had not returned. Mum started to get scared and picked up her veil and went outside the son's house. She looked at Rimsha, looking east and west, and she didn't know where she was in the son's neighborhood since they arrived. She hadn't even looked at the door. She slowly started walking, not knowing where to go, she only knew Jehan's neighborhood. She saw a group of young men sitting and chatting. She quickly approached them and greeted them. Three of them greeted her cheerfully, even hugging each other. The other three were tied up. 

"Oh my God, you have not seen my daughter. I sent her to buy matches. She has been quiet and quiet for a long time. She has not returned. We are new to town. I don't know where she is. She has only been to the shop once." One of them stood up and said, "Oh my God, how politics has approached this kidnapping of children. It is very strange. Why didn't they do anything against her? Let's take a look at her. Mama. What is the girl's height? I mean, her height and the color of her clothes. Has she lost a little since she came to town?" Mum quickly said, "She is chocolate-colored. She is 13 years old. She is wearing a long pink dress and a small black hijab. Her name is Rimsha." "Yusuf,Sha'aban, come and let's separate and see her, may God allow us to see her, Mama, you go home, when we see her, we will bring her home, will you?" Mum had no choice but to say that she would not go home, she did not know where she was, she did not know where she would start looking for Rimsha, she had to follow Sadiq's words, that's why she nodded her head as a sign, then she walked past him and headed towards the house, Sadiq stared at her until he saw the house she had entered, then he said, "Sha'aban Yusuf, let's go and see her daughter for us." Sha'aban and Yusuf stood up together, looking at the others, Sadiq said, "Hafeez, let's go for us, what are you waiting for?" Hafeez said in a daze, "We are not going to invite you to a party, looking for a place to sit, since you have started to gossip about them, so just be careful, because seeing this woman, she does not look like a poor woman, what brought her to the poor woman's neighborhood?" Sadiq remained silent and did not speak again, he walked with Sha'aban and Yusuf into the neighborhood looking for Rimsha.

When Mum returned home, the call to prayer for the Mangariba prayer began. In the courtyard, she found Jehan and Aunty sitting. She went to go into the room. Aunty quickly said, "Maryam, are you okay? Where is Rimsha?" Mum tried to speak, but Jehan interrupted her by saying, "Mum, I'm feeling hungry. I want to eat