FATIMA BATUL

CHAPTER ONE

Hi everyone one this is chapter one of my novel FATIMA BATUL believe me you will love it.
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It was Wednesday morning the hustle and bustle of kano state was at it's peak, shop owners beckoning on potential traders and hawkers already on the streets.
       "Haba Malam is this the right place to smoke? Why are you always looking for troubles? I will report you to the police next time, wait!!! Let me ask you;is this the only place you will get kosai and kunu Shameless moron" a young beautiful girl shouted at the man standing in front of her, and continued frying her kosai.
            She handed over a nylon filled with the kosai to the man who was standing all this while like statue smoking cigarettes.
              The man clutched the nylon and dismissed himself from her view.
          " Why did she hate me that much?? Is this because I'm smoking? But I like her i like everything about her and she will be mine" the man whispered to himself and started his car.
             As usual she finished frying the kosai on Time gathered her stuff and moved them to a nearby room, there she dressed her self into her school uniform. It was green hijab with white blouse and green trouser , she locked the room and boarded taxi to school.
             

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                    SCHOOL
RAIHAN SECONDARY SCHOOL was written boldly on the school entrance gate. The school was painted green and white with many buildings and flowers. It's private school of middle class people,mixed of boys and girls with Junior and senior section.
           I just sighted that same girl arguing with the school gateman man .
         " I cannot let you go inside, go back home and come tomorrow with your father , I will report you to the principal, classes have already started since 8 and now it's 17 minutes past 10, you're always late,how many children do you have?" the old man shouted at the girl standing in front of him.
           "I cannot go back home , we have already planned on going to the school garden, but how can I enter the school , while this old rag is restricting me,i have think of something" the girl murmured.
            The girl smiled and fished out something like flour from her old fashioned school bag and poured it on the old man's hand. The old man start trembling out of shock as if the girl poured fire on him, he was shouting and dancing out of pain, while the merciless girl sneaked into the school premises and headed to her classroom.
            " Thanks to danladi for this thing, now this man will no longer be hindering from entering the school" the girl uttered with mischievous smile.

            Like always there's teacher inside the class, the girl knocked at the door and excused herself trying to sit down.
            " You come here from where are you coming from? I'm very confident that you're not from home, who else care? ,Where a girl like you will be coming from at this time? Prostitute's daughter" the teacher roared at the girl.
              The whole class burst into laughter,while the poor girl standing squeezed her face with hot tears cascading her beautiful face.
She was braved enough to endured the school bullying, but cannot tolerates the word "prostitute's daughter" . The word she had an extreme loathe on. She believed her mom is not a prostitute rather her role model.
          " This is really hurtful"  she thought.
        The girl went to her sit slowly like tortoise. The school bell was rang for break time,but the girl was still sitting on  her sit peeping through the window looking at school premises which is crowded with students playing and chatting but deep down inside her repeating the word" Daughter of prostitute" .Three age mate girls walked into the class and went to girl , they  whispered something to her ears and immediately she widened her teeth which clearly shows how beautiful she is.
          The four girls together withdrawn  from the class and enroute  to the school garden. After about 20 minutes the girls came out from the garden running as fast as their legs could carry them. They all went to the back of their class and breathing heavily as if they were attacked by a hungry lion.
            The first girl who was carrying a nylon filled with ripe and unripe mangoes said " we made it"
         " This old man is strong just looked at the way he's running" the second girl said.
            " Let's have the mangoes" the first girl said. They are about to settled down when the school bell rang.
           " Assembly!!!!!" They all said afraidly.
               " Who did something" Ya illahi I just hope that old rag did not report me!! Na shiga uku, is this assembly specifically for me? I must do something, I can't hear that word again today" the first girl though to her self.
              The first girl excused her self from the other girls and went to the class , there she carried her bag and went home secretly out of people view.
          Exactly how she preoccupied the assembly was called for her on what has happened in that morning.
           The principal, teachers and the school prefects searched the entire school looking for her , she went missing. The other three girls were caught with the mangoes and  were skinned alive by the disciplinary committee for stealing in the school garden.
          " I told you we shouldn't have done that,now look at what happened to us just because of that girl, But had it been she was the one caught with those mangoes she will not mention our names, Allah sarki, Mr Peter will kill her with his yar maraya  tomorrow" one girl said to the two other girls.
            " I will go to their house and tell her not to come tomorrow" the other girl uttered
          " She never missed school and she will never let's just pray for her since we've received our own splash of yar maraya " the last girl said.
 
    Who is that girl?
     Is she really a daughter of prostitute?
Find out in chapter two.

This is end of chapter one.
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