Author : Asmeetah writer Category : African Stories & Novels
nauyi,
“Saboda kai ka lalata komai. Daman burinta shi ne a daren farkonku ta sanar maka da gaskiya. Amma ka wulakanta ta, ka karya mata zuciya. Ka mayar da soyayyarta zafi da ciwo. To yanzu babu abin da zai iya dawo da wancan lokacin, aurenta da Zayd ba zai fasa ya ba.”
Ammy ta ce cikin kuka,
“Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un! Ashe wannan yarinyar ce Amatu? Ashe mu ne muka gaza?”
Abbah ya kalleta, ya ce,
“Kuma yanzu da ya sani, me zai canza? Rashin jin tausayin ɗan Adam shi ne ya jefa shi wannan halin...”
Maleekh ya miƙe cikin ruɗani, hawaye na sauƙa daga idonsa, ya juya zuwa ɗakinsa.
Yana zuwa, ya buga ƙofar da ƙarfi, ya shiga tare da durƙusa ƙasi yana ihu kamar ransa zai fita.
“Na lalata komai! Na lalata komai Amal!!!”
Sautin ihunsa ya fita zuwa falo.
Ammy ta rufe fuska tana kuka.
Abbah ya jingina yana kallon sama da murmushi mai ciwo, ya ce a hankali:
“Ko mutuwa zakayi, yanzu Amal ba taka bace.”
Sai ya juya ya dubi Zayd ya ce cikin kwanciyar hankali:
“Je ka, ka cigaba da shirye-shiryenka. Jibi ɗaurin auren.”
Ammy ta ɗago tana kallon Abbah da mamaki da ɗan tsoro a fuskarta.
“Alhaji... kana nufin kace... Hajiya Umma itace Inna?”
Abbah ya ɗan juya kansa a hankali yana kallonta da murmushi.
“Da kika kasa ganeta ai shikenan.”
Ammy ta ɗaga murya cike da rashin yarda.
“Wallahi Alhaji, ban san ita bace! Gaba ɗaya ta canza mun! Hajiya Umma da na sani farar mata ce sosai, ga haƙoran Makkah, sannan tana da dirin jiki. Wayayyar tsohuwa ce, mai ƙamshi, mai kalar hutu. Amma wannan Inna da nake gani yau, ta tsufa sosai, ta yi baƙi, wasu haƙoranta ma sun cire, bata da dirin jiki kuma sai masifa! Wancan kuwa mai sanyi da nutsuwa ce, amma wannan kamar ba ita ba ce... gaba ɗaya ta sauya, Alhaji.”
Abbah ya ɗan yi dariya mai zafi, yana jinjina kai.
“Au ke da haka kike? Haka na auro ki? To ai lokaci tafiya yake, rayuwa bata tsaya a kalar jiki ko kamanni. Ita Inna ta sha wahala, ta rayu a cikin talauci. Shi yasa duk siffofinta suka canza. Amma ni kallo ɗaya na ganeta. Kuma ita ma ta gane ni. Ta sanadiyyarta ne ma yasa na gane Amatu.”
Ammy ta ce cikin mamaki,
“To ya akayi ni na kasa gane ta, Alhaji? Ni dai a ganina ba ita bace.”
Abbah ya juyo yana dubanta da idanu masu cike da raini.
“Ai daman ke da ɗan naki, duk kwakwalwarku a toshe take. Idan aka ce ku yi gabas, sai ku yi yamma.”
Daga nan, Abbah ya ɗauki hularsa, ya tashi ya bar falon cikin ɓacin rai.
Ammy ta tsaya kallon ƙofar da ya fita tana guntun murmushi mai cike da zafi.
“Amatu... Amatu da na ɗauke ta tamkar ‘yar cikina, yau ita nake gava da ita? Amatu da a baya take yawan wasa a gidan nan har ta kwana, amma yau ita nake ƙi? Tir da rashin sani. Ashe ba talaka bace, ba matsiyaciya bace. Ashe ita ce ƴar gidan Babban Governor! Wayyo ni... kullum nake zaginta da talauci, nake cin zarafinta... ashe ni ce mai kaskanci!”
Ta riƙe kanta tana kuka a hankali, hawaye na bin fuskarta.
A can sama, Maleekh ya shiga tashin hankali.
Gaba ɗaya ya hargitsa ɗakin.
Duk ɗakin ya birkice, gilashe duk sun faffashe, takardu a yage, hotunan Amal da ya ɓoye a jaka ya baza su a carpet, hoto na yanzun ta.
Yana cikin tashin hankali, ya janyo wani akwatin azurfa da Farha ta kawo masa a baya, akwatin Amal..
Ya buɗe shi hannu na rawa...
Sai ga hotunansu tun suna yara shi da Amatu a lokacin suna sanye da kayan makaranta, suna dariya, hannunsa riƙe da nata a bakin wata bishiya.
A ƙasan hoton akwai rubutu da ƙaramin salo da Amal ta rubuta:
“My Leekh… my promise will never die.”
Maleekh ya firgita, hoton ya faɗo daga hannunsa, idonsa suka rufe da hawaye.
Yana riƙe da kansa yana faɗin:
“Amatu... ashe kece? Ashe kece? Na lalata rayuwarki, na wulakanta ki...Dan Allah! Me yasa ba ki faɗa min ba? Me yasa kika bari har na zama abokin gavarki?”
Ga hotunan akwatin duk ya baza su..
Ya zube ƙasa, yana dariya cikin hawaye, dariya mai ciwo, kamar wanda ya rasa hankali...
“Na yi fansa a kan soyayyata... na kashe farin cikina da hannuna... yanzu menene ya saura gare ni?”...
A ƙasa kuwa, Ammy ta zauna shiru, tana tunanin rayuwar da ta wuce, tana faɗin a zuciya:
“Inna da Amatu sun dawo ne don su zama hasken da muka ƙi gani... amma yanzu babu haske, duhu kawai muka bari ya lulluɓe mu.”
A wannan ranar Da daddare, misalin ƙarfe 8:00, Maleekh ya isa gidansu Amal.
Shigarsa cikin falon ta zo da mamaki, ya tarar da ita zaune akan kujera tana hira cikin natsuwa da Zayd.
Da ƙafe su da rinannun idanuwansa. Wani irin zafin takaici da haushi ya ratsa zuciyarsa.
Ya ƙarasa cikin ruɗani, murya na rawa ya ƙira sunanta:
“Amal…”
Ta ɗago kai tana murmushi, kamar wadda babu komai a zuciya, ta ce cikin nutsuwa:
“Sannu da zuwa…”
Maleekh ya ɗan matsa, muryarsa cike da raɗaɗi da rashin fahimta, ya ce:
“Meyasa zaki mun haka, Amal? Ashe ke ce fiancée ɗina kika wahalar dani wurin jinkirin jiranta? Ashe ke ce ita?
Why Amal? You are part of everything in my life…”
Amal ta tashi a hankali, tana murmushi, ta ce cikin kwanciyar hankali:
“Maleekh, wannan shi ne Zayd, wanda zan aura.”
Ta ƙarasa maganar tana nuna Zayd da hannunta cikin sanyi, amma kalmarta ya zame masa kamar kibiya.
Maleekh ya yi gabanta yana faɗin cikin rawar murya.
“Ki fahimce ni Amal…”
Sai ta katse shi da murmushi, ta ce:
“Maleekh, jibi ɗaurin aurenmu da Zayd.
Amma gobe za’ayi shagalin walima fatan zaka halarta.”
Maleekh ya dafe ƙirji kamar wanda aka soka masa wuƙa.
Ya yi wani irin ihu da murya mai raɗaɗi:
“Please, Amal!
Ke ɗin rayuwata ce.
Kar ki manta akwai alƙawarin aure a tsakaninmu.
Ni ne Leekh ɗinki wanda zai iya bada rayuwarsa saboda ke!”
Amal ta cigaba da murmushin da yake haɗe da zafin tausayi, ta matsa kusa da Zayd.
Ta riƙo hannunsa cikin nata, ta ɗago shi tsaye sannan ta dafa kafaɗarsa, tana cewa:
“Ga Zayd mijina na gobe kuma abin alfaharina.”
Maleekh ya zaro idanu yana kallonta, muryarsa ta dushe cikin rawar murya:
“Oh my God!
Ina ruwana da wani Zayd? Ina miki magana ne akan rayuwarmu, Amal…”
Ta ɗan ja numfashi, ta yi murmushi mai sanyi amma idonta ya nuna ƙarfin hali da yanke hukunci:
“Rayuwata ai gashi nan…”
Ta nuna Zayd da hannunta.
Maleekh ya girgiza kai, hawaye na sauƙa daga idonsa kamar ruwa.
Ba tare da ya sake cewa komai ba, ya juya da sauri, ya fice daga falon cikin fusata..
Kofar ta rufe da ƙarfi bayan fitarsa...
Amal ta kalli Zayd sannan ta ce
"Please Zayd kaje sai gobe zamu sake haɗuwa..."
"A wurin shagali ko kuwa?..."
Ya tambaya yana kallonta.
Ta ce "A wurin shagali..."
Daga nan ta zauna tare da ɗaukar cup tana shan lemon cikin.
Shi kuwa Zayd sallama yayi mata ya fita...
Wannan rana ta kasance daren da ya fi kowanne tsayi.
Maleekh bai runtsa ba, sai zirga-zirga yake a cikin ɗakinsa kamar wanda yake gujewa tunaninsa.
Zuciyarsa na bugawa da sauri, numfashinsa na fita cikin nauyi.
Ya tsaya gaban madubi yana kallon kansa, yana tambayar kansa da murya mai raɗaɗi:
“My fiancée zata auri wani ina ji ina gani?
Me yasa ta iya furta mun haka kamar ban taɓa zama komai gareta ba?”
Ya janye ido daga madubin, ya koma gefe da gadonsa duk hotunan Amal da su tun lokacin yarinta, suna nan a baje a kan gado.
Wasu hoto tana dariya, wasu tana kuka, wasu kuma tana tare da shi lokacin da soyayyar su ta fara.
Ya ɗauki ɗaya daga cikin hotunan da hannu mai rawa, ya ce cikin murya mai raɗaɗin ƙauna:
“Amal… kina tuna wannan hoto?
Ran da kika ce ni ne masoyin da ba zai iya rabuwa dake ba.
To yau me ya faru, Amal?”
Hawayen da yake ƙoƙarin ɓoye suka zubo.
Ya ajiye hoton yana kama kansa da hannu biyu, yana tafiya gaba da baya kamar mai ciwon zuciya...
Ya doku a gado yana kallon ceiling a hankali ya furta.
“I thought I was enough for you…
But maybe I was just a memory you wanted to forget.”
Zuciyarsa ta matuƙar nauyi, jikinsa duk yayi sanyi.
“Amal… zaki yi aure, ni kuma zan zauna da tunanin ki har abada?”
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Da sassafe, kafin shagalin walima, Ammy ta nufi gidansu Amal cikin nauyin zuciya.
Da ta shiga, ta tarar Inna zaune kan kujera, Amal na gefenta tana nuna mata akwatunan auren da za'a kawo a wayarta...
Inna ta ce "Yanzu to ya zamu yi da lefen wurin Maliku? Ga su Abbanku yace 'abar miki su' ai zasu yi yawa kuma.."
Amal ta murmusa sannan ta ce "Inna, ai kogi bai ƙi yayyafi ba.."
Suna cikin tattaunawa sai suka ji buɗewar ƙofa.
Tsaya kallon Ammy suka yi wacce ta shigo jiki a sanyaye.
Ammy ta tsaya cak, hawaye suka taru a idonta.
A hankali ta durƙusa a gaban Inna, kafin ta sa hannu biyu ta rungumeta tana kuka kamar ƙaramar yarinya.
Ammy cikin kuka, ta ce.
“Uma… ki yafe mun. Ki yafe wannan zuciya ta da ta kasa ganeki… Ki yafe ni Uma. Na wulakanta ku, na ƙyamace ku… wallahi ban san ke bace Hajiya Umma… Ki yafe ni, wallahi ban san ke bace ba!”
Inna ta share hawayen fuskarta, ta dafa bayanta.
Tare da faɗin,
“Allah ya yafe ki, Maryama. Rayuwa tana canzawa, jiki yana canzawa. Ba laifinki bane, sai dai ki riƙe min jikata kuma ƴarki da amana.”
Ammy ta juyo da sauri, ta rungumi Amal sosai kamar zata maido da shekarun da suka ɓace.
Ammy ta ce,
“Amatu… wayyo ‘yata… tun rasuwar mahaifiyarki na shiga kewar da ban taɓa fuskantaba. Wallahi ni ban san ke bace ‘yar Khadija ba… Ban san ke bace ‘yarta ba… Don Allah ki yafe min, ki yafe wannan zuciya ta da ta rufe saboda rashin sani…”
Amal cikin kuka ta ce,
“Na yafe miki, Ammy. Ni ban taɓa ɗaukar ki abokiyar gaba ba. Kullum ina roƙon Allah ya shirya zuciyarki saboda ni.”
Suka rungume juna, kuka ya cika ɗakin.
Farha da wasu mata suka shigo, suka tarar da su cikin kuka, kowa sai tausayin wannan rana ta mamaye zuciyarsa...
A wannan ranar Ammy wuni tayi a gidan, domin ita ta shirya Amal domin tafiya wurin shagalin Walima..
An kawata wurin cikin natsuwa... wannan karon ba kiɗe-kiɗe, ba rawa. Malamai ne zaune a gaba suna wa’azi kan hikimar aure, zaman lafiya, hakuri da biyayya..
Domin Abbah ya sanar cewa yawan kiɗe-kiɗe ne yake kawo fitina da rashin zaman lafiya, domin shaidan yana fitsari a wurin...
Wurin Amarya da Ango an gyara shi cikin kayatarwa, an jera furanni, an haxa fitilu masu launi.
Amal na zaune cikin rigar walima, Zayd a gefenta cikin nutsuwa.
Wurin cike yake da mutane sosai, ƴan uwa, abokan arziki, dattijoji, duk sun hallarta...
Hajiya Sa’adatu wannan ranar, ranar baƙin cikinta ne domin ta sa ran za'ayi hidima sosai a bikin ɗanta na fari... amma sai aka fake da wa'azi da karatu..
Ana cikin wa'azi sai ga hayaniya a bakin ƙofar shiga..
Kafin a ce meye, Maleekh ya shigo…
Cikin black jeans da white t-shirt, idonsa jawur kamar wanda bai runtsa ba.
Hannunsa na riƙe da bindiga.
Mutane suka miƙe cak!
Amarya ta miƙe da sauri, zuciyarta na bugawa.
Zayd ya miƙe da fargaba.
Abbah ma ya taso..
Maleekh bai tsaya ba, ya haura kai-tsaye zuwa wurin Amal da Zayd.
Kamar mahaukaci, ya ɗaga bindigar ya saita Amal.
Muryarsa ta karye wa, hawaye na kwance kan fuskarsa..
Abbah cikin firgici ya ce,
“Maleekh!! Kana hauka ne? Za ka kasheta ne?!”
Maleekh cikin rawar murya, yana rikitar da bindiga ya ce,
“Naje gidansu… nayi mata magana… akan dalilin da yasa ta ɓoye min cewa itace fiancée ɗina!
Amma ta maida ni kamar mahaukaci!
To yau zan nuna muku haukata!
Bazan bari ta auri kowa ba…
In ba ni ba, sai dai mutuwa!
Ni da hannuna zan kashe ta… sannan na kashe kaina!
Fiancée ɗina ba mallakin kowa bace sai ni!”
Amal tana kuka, ta kasa motsi.
Zayd ya yi baya yana jijjiga kai cikin tsoro.
Maleekh ya kunna kunamar bindigar…
Ya ɗora yatsa…
Ya ɗaga hannun…
Bindigar na gab da tashi…
Kowa ya rufe ido cikin tsoro…
Sai kawai ya kawar da bindigar.
Ya jinjina kai, ya miƙa bindigar ga Amal, yana rawar jiki.
“Bazan iya kashe ki ba… fiancée ɗina… rayuwata…
Amma ga bindiga… don Allah ki harbe ni!
Ki huce wannan baƙin cikin da na saka miki.
Na jawo miki raɗaɗin da ba zan iya gyara ba…
Ki kashe ni Amal… ki yi min adalci…”
Amal ta karɓi bindigar da kuka mai ƙarfi.
Ta ɗaga ta kai saman kanta, tana kallonsa.
Murya na kakkarwa ta ce,
“Na gode da bindigar da ka kawo min…
Ka ce in huce, ko?
To ga shi… mutuwa ta fi zaman da zanyi da wani ba kai ba…
Ka bar ni lokacin da nake buƙatarka, ka wargaza min zuciya…
Iyaye na sun mutu, nima mutuwa zanyi…
Domin babu wani farin ciki a tattare da ni…”
Ta rufe ido…
Ta matse bindigar…
Ta ɗan matsa kunamar
Wani ƙara bindigar yayi na fitar bullet!!!
Bullet ɗin ya yi karo da mirror da aka kafa don kwalliya ya tarwatse!
Kowa ya fara ihu!
A lokacin da ta matsa Maleekh yayi saurin karɓar bindigar lokacin kuma ya matsa...
Ganin babu abinda ya same ta ne yasa hankali kowa kwanciya..
Inna da Ammy rufe idonsu sukayi zuciyoyinsu na bugawa da ƙarfi...
Abbah ne ya je ya tsaya a tsakiyarsu cikin fushi yake kallon Maleekh tare da faɗin
“Ka zo domin ka hallaka ta kenan?!
Maleekh, shin ka rasa hankalinka ne!?..
Ko me zaka yi, ba zan taɓa aurar maka da Amatu ba!
Ka rusa damarka da hannunka!
Da ma na gaya maka duk wanda ya iya wargaza zuciyar mace bai cancanci soyayya ba!
Ka tafi, ka je ka ƙare haukarka!”
Maleekh ya yi ƙasa da bindigar, ya durƙusa ƙasa da gwiwowinsa, hawaye na gangarowa cikin mugun raɗaɗi.
Ya fashe da kuka kamar yaro…
Kowa a wurin ya tsaya yana kallonsu..
Maleekh yana durƙushe ƙasa, hannayensa a haɗe, idanu suna ciccike da hawaye kamar ruwan sama.
Cikin kuka mai karyar da zuciya, ya ce.
“Abbah… dan Allah… kar ayi auren nan.
Amal da ni ta dace… ita ɗin rayuwata ce.
Na gina burina da ita tun farko… har ƙarshen numfashina…
Dan Allah ka taimake ni… ina ƙaunarta… wallahi ina ƙaunarta Abbah…”
Abbah ya tsaya yana kallon ɗansa wanda ya rikice gaba ɗaya, fuskar sa cike da takaici...
Abbah ya ce,
“Ka ce kana ƙaunarta?
Shi yasa ka wargaza mata rayuwa?
Shi ne ka kawo mata bindiga don ta hallaka kanta?
Hakan ce soyayyar taka?”
Ammy da ta tsaya gefe tun farko, zuciyarta ta taɓu sosai da ganin ɗanta cikin kaskanci da kuka. Ta matso tana share hawayen ta ce,
“Alhaji… dan Allah kuyi haƙuri. Ku aura masa Amal.
Mahainfinta ya yi alkawarinta ga shi tun tuni, ka sani. Kuma hakan ya zama wasiyya”
Abbah ya yi shiru… yana tunani.
Maganar Ammy ta kama shi sosai, domin alkawari ne. Amma kuma ba zai yi wa Amal dole ba.
Ya juyo a hankali yana kallon Amal.
“Amatu… ga shi nan. Maleekh yayi miki rashin adalci, amma kin ga matsayin alƙawari, kin ga matsayin zuciyarsa.
Kin ga yadda yake nan a gaban jama’a saboda ke…
To yanzu ki faɗa da bakinki:
Kin yafe masa za ki aure shi?”
Duk wurin ya yi shiru.
Ko kukan jariri babu.
Kowa ya zuba ido yana jiran amsar Amal.
Ta ɗago kai a hankali, hawaye na kwance kan fuskarta. Ta ce da muryar da ke rawar zuciya:
“To Zayd fa?..”
Abbah ya shafa gemunsa, ya juyo da natsuwa:
“Zayd zai yi haƙuri.
Shi ma ya san aure kaddara ce.
Tunda dama bai yi tsammanin zai same ki ba.”
Amal ta riƙe zuciyarta tana huci cikin tausayi da baƙin cikin abin da Maleekh yayi mata..
Amal ta ce,
“Shi Maleekh ɗin zai yi haƙuri… domin ya rasa ‘Amal’ har abada.
Na yafe masa… amma bazai taɓa samun aurena ba.”
Wannan kalaman sun yi masa tasiri fiye da harbi.
Maleekh ya yi saurin matsowa ya rikice, ya kama ƙafarta yana kuka kamar wanda aka yanke masa hukuncin kisa:
“Amal dan Allah! Dan Allah ki karɓeni… dan Allah ki bani dama…
Ki aure ni… ki taimakeni… ki ceci rayuwata…”
Amal ta janye ƙafar, hawaye na gangarowa, bata ko dube shi ba.
Abbah ya kama kafaɗar Maleekh ya ɗaga shi tsaye da ƙarfi. Yana cewa.
“Kayi haƙuri ka je ka nemo wata.
Ba zan yi mata dole ba.
Ka fita… ka bar mutane nu nutsu.
Malamai na yin wa’azi.”
Maleekh ya so magana, amma Abbah ya dakatar da shi da hannu.
Ya ƙira securities biyu da ke bakin ƙofa..
"Ku fita dashi. Ana karatun kur'ani..."
Ya furta tare da juyawa..
Securities suka tasa shi a gaba, suna jansa suna tura shi.
Shi kuwa sai kuka yake, muryarsa na karyewa:
“Amal! Amal please! Kar ki min haka!
I love you Amal!
I love you wallahi!
You are my life… my everything…
Amal please!!!”
Suka fice da shi har waje, muryarsa na ƙara nisa da su… har ya ɓace...
Amal kuwa zuciyarta ta rikice.
Kaman numfashinta ya tsaya..
Soyayyar da take ɓoyewa ta taso da ƙarfi, amma dama ta riga ta yanke hukunci.
Ta zauna tana kuka, Inna ta rungume ta.
Kowa ya zazzauna zuciya cike da girgiza.
An cigaba da wa’azi a hankali, malamai suka soma karanta ayoyi da hadisan aure.
An fara raba kayan ci da sha.
Sautin ƙira'a ya cika wurin, yana sanyaya zukata.
Bayan haka aka fara ɗaukan hotuna.
Amal na tsaye amma ba ta cikin duniyar nan, tunaninta gaba ɗaya yana wurin. Maleekh.
Ana hotuna ciki walwala.
Ita kuwa zuciyarta na can a rikice..
Islam da Arfat sam basu ji daɗin wannan al'amarin ba.
Farha duk da Zayd ɗan uwanta ne amma tafi son Amal da Maleekh...
Ammy ma
