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ya nufo inda take ba. “Fannah wani mutumi kuma?”
wani ihun ta sake tsalawa ganin Anas.
“Mami wallahi gashi nan ze k’ara, dan Allah kayi hak’uri.”
Hankalin Anas ya mugun tashi ganin yadda take kuka fiye da na d’azu duk ta tsorata se b’ari take, murya cike da damuwa yace, “Fannah is me, Anas your husband bawani mutumi.” Ganin yadda take zufa yagano mafarki tayi dan shima anytime yayi mafarki haka yakeyi.
“Bar kuka kinji?” Hannunta ya gwada rik’ewa wani irin rikicaccen ihun ta sake saki tare da matsawa baya. Hab’arta ta had’a da guiwa se kuka take tana b’ari...


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Wani irin tausayin daya jima be mata irinsa ba ya soma jimata yau, azabarcaccen kuka take na hak’ik’a daga ya gwada tab’a koda hannunta ne sekuma ta tsala ihu tana had’asa da Allah. Toh wannan wace erin mafarki ne? Ya tambayi kansa. Kasancewar akoi d’an haske d’akin be damu ya kunna wuta ba, wajen dispenser ya nufa ya tsiyayo mata ruwa a cup cike da tashin hankali. “Fannah gashi sha kinji?” Ko kallonsa batai ba se b’ari da take tana hawaye, “Fannah mafarki ne bawani mutumi anan kinji? Sha ruwan ki koma bacci.” Hannunsa daya aza kan bayan ta taja jikin nata baya da wuri. “Dan Allah kayi hak’uri Mami please kizo wallahi gashi nan.” Cup d’in ya ajiye bisa side drawer tare da finciko ta da hannu seda ta fad’a a jikinsa, gagam ya matse ta a jikinsa me k’amshin bala’i dakuma d’umi, ta hanyan hugging nata. Ihu ta saki sosai tana b’ari a yayinda kukanta ya tsananta sekuma had’a sa da Allah da take tana k’ok’arin k’watan kanta amman sam ta kasa. “Dan Allah kayi hak’uri ka sakeni, kar ka k’ara dan Allah...”

“Shhh! Fannah is okay, stop crying kinji? Bawani mutum anan Anas ne kawai, stop fighting it keep calm, I’m here for you bar kuka kinji?” Anas ya sanar da ita cikin wani irin salon da be tab’a using ba, hab’ansa na akan kanta. A hankali ta dena fad’an da takeyi na k’watan kantan sede kukan da take har yanzu bata bari ba.
“Is okay kinji? Mafarki ne, I’m here, bar kukan.” Hijabin ta daya jik’e jak’af da gumi yayi yunk’urin cire mata wata ihun tasake tsalawa.

“Fannah ba abinda zan miki you are sweating, duk kin jik’e tsaya in cire miki hijabin kinji?”
“No banaso dan Allah kayi hak’uri, karka k’ara.”
“Ba abinda zan k’ara kawai cire miki zanyi, you’re sweating.” Sam tak’i yarda yacire mata shiko ya dage seya cire saboda irin zufan datake ta had’awa duk wuyan hijabin nata ya jik’e. Da k’ak’ani k’ak’a yasamu ya cire mata hijabin tana manne a jikinsa har yanzu. Sunyi kusan minti goma a haka se daddad’un kalamu yake fad’a mata yana shafa bayanta a hankali, hankalinta yana kwanciya, nan ne tasamu tabar kukan sede numfashinta be dawo saiti ba har yanzu. Bacci sosai Anas yakeji, “Fannah” ya kira sunanta a nitse. Cike da tsoro ta amsa kanta manne a k’irjinsa. “Uhmm” tace.
“Ba wani mutumi mafarki ne ba?” Ya tambayeta.
Kai ta giad’a a hankali.
“Good toh lets go back to sleep, nasan kema kinajin bacci.” Hannunsa daya zagaya a bayanta ya zaro wani tsoro taji ya sake ratsa ta atake batasan lokacin da ta zagaya hannayenta bibbiyu a jikinsa ba gagam ta matsesa not letting go. Wani erin sparks Anas yajiyo within him.

“Dan Allah kar ka tafi wallahi mutumin ze dawo.”
“Fannah I’m here bare dawo ba, ba tafiya zan ba kinga ina chan, ba mutumin da zezo kinji?”
Kai ta girgiza “please kar ka tafi wallahi zezo.”
“Fannah we need to sleep, bacci nakeji.”
“Anas please...” Ta rok’esa cikin sautin kuka.
“Okay okay naji barin tafi ba amman lets sleep kinji? Barin d’auko pillow na se mu kwanta.” Nanma kai ta girgiza da k’yar ta sakesa ya d’auko pillow ahakan ma binsa take hannunta nannad’e cikin nasa. Bayan ya ajiye pillow’nsa kan gadon yace, “oya hau ki kwanta.”
“Ina jin tsoro.”
“Fannah I’m here.” Ture pillows datayi katanga dasu a jiya yayi a k’asa sannan ya kwanta tana tsaye a kansa se b’ari take. Hannunsa ya bud’e mata “come here.” Ba musu bale gardama ta haura kan gadon itama, hannunta yaja a hankali ta fad’a kan k’irjinsa, kanta ta daidata ta kwanta comfortably a jikinsa, da rabin jikinta akan nasa se b’arin take har yanzu. A nitse ya zagaya hannunsa a bayanta yana shafawa a hankali.

“Yi bacci kinji ba mutumin daze zo.” Kai ta gyad’a a hankali tare da yab’a hannunta kan cikinsa ta zagayesa gagam. Ganin bata bar had’a gumi ba har yanzu ya d’an k’ara k’arfin AC’n. A hankali bacci me uban nauyi yayi gaba da Fannah, jin nauyinta a jikinsa ya k’aru ya tabbata tayi bacci. Cike da dabara ya gwada mai da ita wajen kwanciyarta sede anytime ya gwada motsi seta sake matsesa a jikinta. Sau biyu ya gwada janta daga jikinsa amman tak’i sakesa agarin haka ya since mata ribbon. Uban gashinta ya bayyano kamar wadda zeyi kuka ya gwada packing mata gashin amman ya kasa gashi anytime ya gwada janta daga jikinsa seta sake matsesa.

Ahaka shima wahalellen bacci yayi gaba dashi da gashin Fannah duk yabi ya cika masa fuska.
Asuban fari Fannah ta tashi a hankali ta soma bud’e idanunta har ta bud’e duka ganinta tayi kwance jikin na miji da hannunta zagaye kan cikinsa ihu tayi niyan sakarwa sewani abu ya dakatar da ita. Hannun nata taja daga kan cikinsa da wuri tana d’ago kanta taga Anas ne, meh hakan? Meya kawosa kan gadon? Me takeyi a jikinsa? Bata gama nemo amsoshin tambayoyin nan ba ta tab’a jikinta taji ba hijabinta me zata gani? Gashinta baje a fuskarta da jikinta gabad’aya. Ihun da tayi niyan yi d’azu ta bud’e baki zatayi yanzu, chak tunanin mafarkin da tayi ya fad’o mata akai ya dakatar da ita.

Se a yanzu take tuna duk wani abinda ya faru a daren. Kunya taji sosai inta tuna Anas ya ganta da ‘yar kayan dake jikinta dakuma yadda ta riga matsesa a jikinta jiya. Ribbon nata ta lalimo a garin haka ta farkar da Anas tun idanun nasa suna kafewa har ya bud’e su gabad’aya. Idanunsu na had’uwa tayi saurin kawar da kanta bedsheet ta soma ja tana kare k’irjinta. K’aramar tsuka yaja tare da juya mata baya dan cigaba da baccinsa. Ribbon natan take k’ok’arin miyarwa amman takasa batada ma k’arfin kamawa batasan lokacin da tasaki wani wahalallen k’ara ba take Anas ya juyo yakusan minti yana kallonta tayi nan tayi chan amman takasa kama gashin ya tashi ya zauna. Hannu ya mik’a mata da nufin bani. Itako sam bata gane meyake nufi ba. Hannu kawai yasa ya amshi ribbon d’in daga hannunta cike da tsoro ta gwada matsawa baya ayayinda yajawota ta fad’a jikinsa. Uban gashin nata ya soma packing nasu gu d’aya a yayinda take k’ok’arin fisgo jikinta. “Stop it Fannah” yayi warning nata. Ba tare da b’ata lokaci ba ya kama mata gashin a daidai tsakiyar kanta yabar jelan na yawo. Bayan ta d’ago daga jikinsa ta tuttusa jelar ta nannad’e waje d’aya. “Thank you” ta fad’a masa kanta sunkuye.

Bece mata komai ba illa observing nata da yake, nan ya gane hijabinta take nema hannu ya mik’a ya d’ago a k’asa tare da mik’a mata. Hannu tasa ta amsa da wuri ta miyar jikinta sannan ta mik’e tashiga bayi, bayan tafito tayi kan Anas taga har ya koma bacci.
“Anas” takira sunansa a hankali. Idanunsa kawai ya bud’e be amsa taba.
“Asuba tayi ka tashi kayi muyi Sallah.” Bayan daya gama sauraronta seya sake rufe idanun nasa ba tare da ya amsata ba. “Anas kaji?” Ta fad’i.
“Naaji!” Ya fad’a a d’an fusace. Mik’ewa yayi daga kan gadon daga shi se nickers nasa, k’are wa jikinsa kallo tayi nan ‘yan seconds sannan tayi saurin kawar da kanta. Ko ta kanta beyi ba ya nufa bathroom kafin yafito ta shimfid’a musu dadduma tana zaman jirar fitowarsa.

Bayan ya fito ya zaro wata milk jallabiyansa sabo pil ya zira sannan ya nufa inda tayi musu shimfid’an, ganin ze fara sallan ba ita takira sunansa. “Anas.”
“Meh?” Ya amsata a fusace.
“Ba tare zamuyi sallan ba?”
“Kowa yayi nasa” ya amsa ta a takaice.
“Anas but Sallar jam’i yafi lada.”
“Da a gida keda su wa kikeyi?”
“Dasu Afrah.”
“Naji lets pray then.”
“Uhm amman se munyi Rakatainul~fajir ba?” Ta sanar dashi kanta a sunkuye.
Raka... Rakatainul~fajir? ya nanata a zuciyarsa. “Me kuma rakatainul~fajir?” Ya tambayeta a fili.
“Raka’a biyun da akeyi gabanin k’etowar al~fijr.”
“Ohhh! Fannah!” Ya fad’a rai ad’an bace tare da sa hannu cikin gashinsa yana hargitsawa. “Ke komai ne sekin had’a masa concussion? Sallan Asuba ma se anyi rakatainul~fajir ne ko meh?”
“Anas hadisi ne fa ingancecce, yin nafilar yafi duniya da kanta dakuma duk wani abinda ke cikinta”
“Toh naji raka’a nawa ne?”
“Biyu ne kacal, a first raka’ah suratul~kafirun na biyu kuma ikhlas.” Kai kawai ya giad’a mata yajasu. Ita Fannah bata zata ma Anas ya iya Sallah kamar yadda yajasu ba, ta d’au ko sallan ma seta koya masa. Bayan sun sallamesa yajasu Sallar Asuban, duk wani k’aidojin karatu taji yana karewa, duk wani hukunce hukunce yana biya, a takaice sautin k’ira’ar sa ya burgeta ba kad’an ba saboda yadda yake da zak’in murya, sosai yayi impressing nata ashede ba jahili ta aura ba.

Bayan sun sallame ya mik’e ze koma ya kwanta.
“Anas” ta dakatar dashi da wuri.
“What now Fannah? I want to sleep please.”
“Babu kawai so nake na fad’a maka qira’arka tamin dad’i.”
“Naji” yace sama sama yana k’ok’arin cire jallabiyar. Chan k’asa k’asa tace, “aini ban zata ka iya karatu bama.” Sekuwa yaji ta.
“Kafiri ne ni ai dole kice baki zata na iya karatu ba. Toh in baki sani ba barin sanar dake yau cikin izu sittin na Qur’ani nayi talatin da biyu, kin gane? Ba jahili ne niba.”
Mamaki sosai tajiyo, 32? Ta nanata a ranta. Amman shine bai aiki da ilimin Qur’anin nasa? Kuma besan hukunce hukunce ba a addinin muslinci.
“Anas amman shine baka aiki da ilimin naka?”
“Me ruwanki? My life is not your business, kuma ai ba ce miki nayi islamiyya nayi attending ba hadda ne, zallan Qur’ani da tajweed kawai akeyi sesa kiga ga bansan sauran religious stuffs d’innan ba time daya kamata nashiga islamiya nak’i ban shiga ba.” Sekuma yayi shiru “why am I even explaining these to you? Kin ga dama kice ban san komai ba game da addini keda kika sani sekita bragging dashi be damen ba kuma bare damen ba, allow me to sleep now, will you?”

“Anas I’m sorry ba abinda nake nufi ba kenan also in aka idar da Sallan Asuba dama kowani Sallan ba direct akeson mutum ya tashi ba. Akwai morning azkar da akeyi wanda yake da falala sosai shima.”
“Ohhhh!” Ya sa hannu cikin gashinsa a fusace yana hargitsawa. “Fannah please, please nace nan ba islamiyya bane kince inyi rakatainul~fajr nayi be isheki ba yanzu kuma azkhar kikeson sani yi? for goodness sake jiya bansamu nayi bacci ba, wannan mafarkin da kikayi duk ya bi ya tadda min hankali, haka kika hana ni bacci yanzu kuma dayakamata in kwanta shina kice barin yi ba?” Ya tambayeta a tsawace. Bata san lokacinda ta soma hawaye ba.

“I’m sorry, Allah baka hak’uri.” Ta fad’a tana tare hawayenta. Kallonta yayi na ‘yan seconds tare da kawar dakansa, nan yacire jallabiyan ya haura kan gado. Sautin kukan tane ya hanasa sukuni, ya d’au pillow ya rufe kunnuwasa amman still yakasa bacci gashi kuma ita tak’i yin shiru besan ina ze kaita ba. Mutum da an masa magana se kuka sekace ‘yar yarinya. Ganin ba ubangiji se Allah ya taso daga kan gadon tare da zura jallabiyar sa, gabanta ya tako ahankali ya zauna tana azhkar nata da hisnul muslim nata ahannu tana kuka a hankali ko d’aga kai ta kallesa batai ba. Zama yayi a gefenta yana fuskantar ta.

Littafin ya k’wace nan ne ta d’ago idanunta da suka soma canza launi. ‘I’m sorry’ yakeson fad’a mata but he can’t saboda girman kai instead yace, “they came out wrong, I don’t mean any of those words, kinji? Stop crying.” Yi tayi kamar bata ji sa ba “kabani littafi na” tace ba tare da ta d’aga ido ta kallesa ba. Shi mesa baya cewa sorry? Ita abu kad’an tayi masa zata ce sorry amman shi sede yace they came out wrong.
“I said they came out wrong, ba haka naso su fito ba ko bakiji ba?”
“Naji kabani littafi na toh.”
“No zanyi Azkhar d’in.” Batasan lokacin da fuskarta ta sake ba, “zakayi?” ta tambayesa cike da jin dad’i.
“Yes zanyi, show me the page.” Nan ya mi’ka mata bayan ta bud’e masa daga farin ta nunnuna masa. Kai ya gyad’a tare da amsa ya somayi. Kallonsa ta tsaya yi, ba k’aramin dad’i taji ba, a rayuwa batada burin da yafi ta shiryar da Anas, kuma alhamdulillah a hankali yana shiryuwan. Ya d’anyi nisa seya dakata tare da d’ago kansa nanne ya kama Fannah na kallonsa. ‘yar murmushi ya saki. “Kefa bara kiyi ba? Gashi gama seki bani, I’ll wait for you.”
“No karka damu na iya a ka zanyi just use it.” Kai ya giad’a mata tare da mayar da hankalinsa kan littafin. Koda ta gama nata bata tashi ba seda ta jira ya gama shima sannan suka tashi atare. Jallabiyar yakuma cirewa ya haura kan gadon. So take tace masa ya koma wajen sa na jiya sede kuma ta tuna batada iko. D’ayan b’angaren ta nufa ta d’an ajiye pillows uku a tsakaninsu sa’annan ta kwanta itama daga chan nesa nesa.

A hankali ya juyo yaga tana fuskantar d’ayan gefen ga kuma jera pillows d’in data sake a tsakaninsu. Kai kawai ya kad’a. “Da hijabin zaki kwanta?” Ya tambayeta.
“Eh” ta basa amsa.
“Yayi kyau.” Ahaka duk suka koma bacci ba su suka tashi ba se chan k’arfe 11:30AM nanma Anas ne ya tashi, idanunsa basu sauk’a a ko ina ba se akan kyakkyawar fuskar Fannah, tad’an gangaro kad’an zuwa wajen data yi katanga tsakaninsun. Wayarsa ya d’ago ya soma d’aukanta hoto yayi kusan guda ishirin yaga ta motsa k’afa da wuri wuri ya miyar ya cigaba da kallon ta. A lokaci d’aya kawai ta bud’e ido se karo taci dana Anas a kanta kunya yaji sosai a lokacin da ta tare fuskar tata da hijabi. Se k’arya ya mata wai; “ace warki kallon ki nake ne? Wannan uban minsharin da kiken ne ya tadani in the first place.”

Fuskarta cikin hijabin tace, “ni bana minshari.”
“Nikuma ba k’arya nake ba” yana kaiwa nan ya mik’e, towel da jakar wankansa ya ciro ya nufa toilet. Se ayanzu ta fiddo fuskar ta. Wajen akwatinta ta nufa ta ciro jakar wankanta da towel nata itama, takaici tajiyo data ga ‘yar tsawon towel d’in, ko gama kai tsakiyar cinyarta beyi ba, se yanzu ma take dana sanin d’auko towel nata na gida wanda yakai kusan guiwarta.

Wayarta ta ciro takira gida suka gaisa da kowa da kowa se tsiya Afrah kemata amarya ansha amarchi, ya first night. Tsuka taja tare da kaste wayar. Bada dad’ewa ba Anas yafito tunda Fannah ta kafa idanunta akansa ta kasa d’aga wa. Ya d’aura towel d’in daidai iya V line na k’asansa, packs nasa da suke nan ’yan daidai suka sake bayyana. Wani k’aramin towel ne kuma rataye a wuyarsa wanda da d’ayan jelar yake goge gashin kansa daya jik’e jak’af yana sheqi. Wani haske skin nasa ya k’ara da d’igo d’igon ruwa kwance akai. Gashin jikinsa duk sun kwanta luf-luf, da fuskarsa ya bayyana kuwa, ruwa ke d’iga daga tip na hancinsa. “Kallon ya isa.” Yace da ita wani irin kunya taji kamar ta nitse k’asa wato tun d’azu ya karanchi kallonsa take kenan. Ya Salam!! Tace a ranta.

“I get it I’m your husband you can stare at me amman banda irin kallon nan yayi yawa.” Fuskarta kawai ta rufe da hijabinta ta bi ta gefensa ta shiga bathroom d’in. Nan da nan ya shirya cikin sirinsa na safiya akullum ¾ wando da vest, gashin kansa yayi styling mekyau ya feffeshe da designer turarukansa tare da sa Bouzet agogonsa ya dake kan gado yana ‘yan latse latse a laptop nasa.

“Ya Salam!” Fannah tasaki k’ara a cikin bayin kasancewar hijabinta daya fad’a tsundum cikin bathtub, kafin tace zata cire yariga yasha ruwa ya jik’e liqis. Kuka ne kawai batayi ba yanzu ya zatayi tafita da wannan gajeren towel dake jikin tan? Matsewa tatayi amman ina its not at all helping, tasa a haka kuma tana tsoron pneumonia nata karya tashi dan ba wai magani tasha ya mutu ba gabad’aya. Ganin ba ubangiji se Allah ta shanya hijabin a bayin, d’ayan k’aramin towel d’in ta d’aura a gashinta data wanke. Ta iso bakin k’ofar ta sake kallon jikinta kai bara ta iya fita haka ba gaban Anas, tsirecin yayi yawa ta baya kam ma inta tsuguna za’a iya ganinta. “Anas” ta kira sunansa daga cikin bayin ta yadda ze iya ji inhar yana cikin d’akin.
Juyowa yayi yana kallon k’ofar. Me kuma takeso yanzu? Ya tambayi kansa. K’in amsawa yayi.
“Anas are you there?” Nanma shiru yayi. Hamdala ta saki a ranta shikenan bayya ma d’akin barinyi sauri inje in zaro wani hijabin insa kafin ya dawo.

Karap ta bud’e k’ofar tare da rufewa tana juyowa kawai taga Anas mik’e kan gado, mutuwar tsaye tayi a wajen...


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Kallonta Anas yake wane ze had’iyeta, ko kyafta ido ya kasa, numfashinsa ma gabad’ai yankewa yayi, in ya d’auka daga k’afafunta seya kai kanta ya tsaya sannan ya sake d’aukowa daga k’afafun nata. Yasha kallon mata kan bikini(pant da bra) amman ba wacce ta tab’a birkita masa lisafi kamar Fannah, she is just different in her own ways. Itako kasa koda motsi tayi she still can’t believe Anas ya ganta da towel. Idanunsu na had’uwa ta yi saurin sunkuyar da kanta a yayinda Anas ya soma faking tarin tsiya shi a dole wai ya shak’e ganin ta ba kaya disgusts him. Alokaci guda kuwa hankalinta ya dawo jikinta k’ofar ta soma jijjigawa ta baya tana k’ok’arin bud’ewa amman ta kasa dan yadda ta rikice.

Idanunsa da ya kawar ya sake maido su kan ta a lokacin da take k’ok’arin bud’e k’ofar da sauri ta juya masa bayanta, data murd’a handle na k’ofar da k’arfi kuwa se ya bud’u. Kansa ya girgiza dan kawar da image na Fannah da towel daga k’wak’walwarsa.
Wani takaici taji ya rufeta data sake kallon jikinta. K’ofar ta sake bud’ewa kad’an ta lek’a, k’afafunsa ta hango yana nan kan gadon har yanzu. Tunanin ya zata d’auko hijabinta take ganin batada wata mafitan dayafi ta kira Anas ta rok’esa kawai ta rufe ido ta kira san. “Ermm Anas.” Yana jinta yayi shiru har yanzu se yawo hotunan ta da towel yake masa akai.
“Anas please nasan kana jina.”
“Meh?” Ya tambaya a fusace.
“Please hijabi na zaka ciro min cikin medium size akwati na maroon d’in.”
Idanunsa ya miyar kan maroon akwatin nata sannan yace, “barin iya ba.”
“Anas dan Allah kayi hak’uri please.”
“Kifito ki d’auka da kanki.”
“Anas banida kaya a jikina shiyasa please kayi hak’uri.”
“Toh aini ba kallonki zanba.”
“Nasani kawai ka taimaka please.” Kamar wanda bare tashi ba ya mik’e akwatin nata yaja ya bud’e to his suprise yaga na inner wears nata ne, ba komai banda bras da panties ciki. Daidai nan Fannah ta tuna ashe inner wears nata ke ciki, a red d’inne hijabanta ke ciki.

“Anas hold on please kar ka bud’e bashi bane.” Inaaa aikin gama ya riga ya gama. Ko sauraranta beyi ba seda ya k’are wa inner wears natan kallo sannan yace, “nafasa kifito ki d’auka da kanki.”
“Anas I’m sorry dan Allah cikin jan ne yana nan a gefe, please kaji?” Banza da ita yayi se chan daya ga dama ya bud’o jan ya ciro mata d’aya daga cikin hijaban nata. “Fito ki amsa gashi.”
“Anas na d’au zaka kawo min ne fah.”
“Cemin kikayi in ciro miki ba inkai miki ba, so kizo ki karb’a.”
“Hausan nawa ne baka gane ba, ka mik’o min please.” Seda ya gama wasting mata lokaci sannan ya nufa wajen bathroom d’in tare da mik’a mata be jira ta gama karb’ewa ba ya sake k’iris ya rage ya fad’i a k’asa. “Thank you” tace masa a yayinda yayi banza da ita bayan tasa hijabin tafito kanta a sunkuye, akwatin inner wears natan taga a bud’e ga bressiers nata duk a k’asa duk Anas yayi watsi dasu. Shima kallon bressiers