Certainly! Here's the translation of the provided Hausa text into English:
His phone rang, and he answered angrily, saying, "Wasila, you're starting to annoy me. Now, what do you want me to do? Should I board a plane and come because you and your children want to see me, or should I abandon the work I came for? Don't make me angry, I swear I'll disrespect you. If you need money, I'll send it to you, and I'll also send you food items. But what else do you want? You couldn't even take care of me properly when I was with you. Now that I'm not with you, my mind is at peace. If you want to see me in your house, find time for me and go learn how to take care of me." He hung up the call and took her phone and handed it to her. She angrily threw the phone on the bed. He picked it up again and handed it to her, scolding her. She started scolding him back, saying, "But Mommy, I've told you many times I don't want this man, I can't deal with him. Mom, give him his money back, I'll send you the amount he gave you."
Angrily, she replied, "I, Rafi'ah, am talking, and you're responding? Is a man more important than me? I've been informed that a soldier kept you and has been feeding you, and he's the one whispering into your ear to disrespect me. I, Alhaji Bashir, paid for you to go to him, and you refused. I, Rafi'ah..."
Her crying caught Maryam's attention, tears streaming down her face. She said, "Alright, Mom, I'll go now." She put down the phone and looked at Yusuf, who was also staring at her. He asked, "Who is that?" In a weak voice, she replied, "That's my mom. She's the cause of everything, she and my dad."
