HUSNA

Chapter3

"Today is Saturday meaning no school Walking out from the room , she sauntered into the kitchen where her mother was....cooking breakfast?

"Adda? Kowadi a watta kuje hasutuggo? A andi a nyudo blood pressure ma ommi Toi Fatima? (Adda, why are you cooking? You know you're not supposed to exert yourself, especially with your blood pressure issues. And where's Fatima?" She asked, raising an eyebrow as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Her mother glanced up, diverting her attention from the steaming pot of pap to Husna who  wore a simple black T-shirt and wrapper, her natural black hair tied up in a neat bun on her head, accentuating her sharp cheekbones and tall nose.

"Mivi mo o dilla islamiyya. Minani miyi defogo mai on. Bo ma ai mi yambiti Yohu a taska dillugo islamiyya I told her to go to Islamiyya, Husna. I decided to cook because I'm feeling better now. Go get ready for Islamiyya," her mother exclaim  briefly, as she reached for a rubber cup from the basket and began spooning pap into it.

"You will never cook, Adda," Husna mumbled bluntly. "As long as I'm here, you need to rest. In fact, this should be the last time I see you set foot in this kitchen."

Her mother shook her head, placing a silver spoon into the cup. "Look, Husna, I can't just sit around doing nothing, leaving you with all the work. That's not how I was raised."

Husna crossed her arms, "But, Adda, you know the doctor's orders. You need to take it easy, especially with your blood pressure. Let me handle the cooking and household chores. That's what I'm here for."

Her mother sighed, a hint of frustration in her eyes. "But, Husna, I feel fine. And I don't want to be a burden on you."

"She rolled her eyes Adda Min do vola hala jamuma haddo on (we are talking about your health right now)

Her mother took a deep breath  Alright husnatu

Adda she whine as she settled  down in a rubber chair, placing her pap on the table. "

You're running out of time; it's getting close to 9:00.Hurry up."

She  quickly drank her pap and got up from her seat, causing the chair to screech loudly against the ground.

Her mother frowned, her expression disapproving. "That's unacceptable, Husna. What have I told you about getting up? Never make that sort of sound; it's very irritating and disrespectful."

She  looked sheepish, knowing she had made a mistake. "Sorry, Adda," she exclaim , her voice soft. "I'll be more careful next time."

Her mother smiled as she watched Husna walk out of the kitchen, then headed to her room to get ready for Islamiyya, a weekend routine she cherished. She picked up her Qur'an and was about to leave when her father walked in, carrying a polythene bag.
She  quickly took the bag from him and placed it on the floor.

"Husna, why aren't you ready for Islamiyya?" her father asked.

I'm almost ready, Abba " she  replied, " was just about to leave."

"Allah hokku sa'a (god bless you)
Ameen she replied as she walked out from the house.

The Islamiyya wasn't far from their area, and she's almost there when her phone started ringing. She knows  only one person would call her at this hour Faiza.

My hussy, Faiza chirped Are vou still awake?" Faiza asked in her sleepy voice.

No," Husna replied, continuing her walk.