Ƙaramar Mai Jan Alkyabba

A wani zamani, an yi wata yarinya ƙarama mai daɗin hali wadda take zaune a ƙaramin gida tare da mahaifiyarta, gidansu cike da ɗumi da dariya mai laushi. Ba da nisa ba, tsohuwar kakarta tana zaune, wadda zuciyarta ta cika da ƙauna ga jikarta. Kowace ziyara tana kawo taskoki—kayan wasa da suke tayar da mamaki, kyaututtuka da aka naɗe da kulawa, kowanne alama ce ta ƙaunarta marar iyaka.
Wata rana, kakar ta dawo daga kasuwa, hannayenta da suka nuna tsufa suna riƙe da hula ja da alkyabba. Da yarinyar ta gan su, idanunta suka haskaka da farin ciki tsantsa. Ta sa su ko’ina, har kyallen jan ya zama kamar wani ɓangare na ita kanta. Saboda haka aka fara kiranta Little Red Riding Hood.
Wata safiya, muryar mahaifiyarta ta ɗauke da ƙauna da kuma damuwa:
”Zo, Red Riding Hood. Ina so ki kai waɗannan kek, wannan man shanu da wannan kwalbar zuma wurin kakarki. Ki tsaya a kan hanya har sai kin isa ƙaramin gidanta. Kada ki yi gudu, don tsoron kada ki faɗi ki fasa kwalbar, sannan kakar nan talaka ba za ta sami zuma ba.”
”I, uwa,” in ji Little Red Riding Hood, ƙananan yatsunta suna ɗaura hular ja da alkyabbar da kulawa. Ta ɗauki kwandon a hannunta, tana jin nauyin ƙauna a cikinsa, sannan ta sumbaci mahaifiyarta ta yi bankwana, rungumarsu tana ɗauke da alkawuran da ba a faɗa ba.
Sai ta tafi cikin daji, zuciyarta cike da hasken manufarta.

Yayin da take tafiya a kan hanyar, hasken safe yana ratsowa ta cikin ganye, sai ta haɗu da wani kerkeci. Idanunsa suna ɗauke da wani abu da ba za ta iya sa masa suna ba, amma zuciyarta marar laifi ta ga kawai wata halitta ce ta daji. Ba ta san irin mugun dabba ne ba, don haka ko kaɗan ba ta ji tsoro ba.
”Barka da rana, Red Riding Hood,” in ji kerkecin, muryarsa mai laushi kamar siliki.
”Ina kwana, yallabai,” ta ce, muryarta tana cike da amincewa mai haske.
”Ina za ki da wuri haka, Red Riding Hood?” ya tambaya, sha’awarsa ta sani tana ɓoye niyya mafi duhu.
”Zuwa gidan kakata nake, yallabai,” in ji ƙaramar yarinyar, fuskarta tana haske da zumuɗi. ”Mama ta yi gasa yau, kuma ina kai wa kakata wasu kek da man shanu da kwalbar zuma.”
”A ina take zaune?” in ji kerkecin, yunwarsa tana ƙaruwa.
”Kusan rabin mil daga nan a cikin daji. Ƙaramin gidan yana ƙarƙashin babban itacen oak, kuma akwai itatuwan ƙwaya a kusa.”

”Wata rana zan iya wucewa in ziyarce ta,” kerkeci ya faɗa cikin sakaci, duk da yake zuciyarsa tana gudu da mugayen shirye-shirye.
A cikin zuciyarsa, ya yi tunani, ”Da dai waɗannan masu sare itace masu ban haushi ba su nan, da zan cinye ki da cizo ɗaya! Amma har yanzu wataƙila ina da dama.”
Ya yi tafiya a gefenta, kasancewarsa yana jefa inuwa da ba a gani ba a kan rashin laifinta.
”Kai, Red Riding Hood,” ya ce, yana nuna wuri da farin ciki na ƙarya. ”Duba waɗancan kyawawan furanni can! Ba kya so ki ɗan huta ki tsinko wasu? Kina tafiya da tsanani sosai, kamar kina zuwa makaranta ko wani abu. Zo mana, duba yadda nan cikin daji yake da kyau.”

Red Riding Hood ta kalli kewaye, zuciyarta ta cika da farin ciki ganin furannin daji suna rawa a cikin iska mai laushi.
”Kaka za ta yi farin ciki da samun waɗannan furanni,” ta yi tunani, zuciyarta tana cika da hoton murmushin godiya na kakarta. ”Lokaci yana da wuri sosai, zan iya tattara wasu furanni kuma har yanzu in koma gida a kan lokaci.”
Saboda zumudinta na kawo farin ciki, ta manta cewa mahaifiyarta ta gaya mata ta tsaya a kan hanya. Ta bar hanyar don ta tsinki wasu furanni ’yan matakai kaɗan daga nan, ƙananan hannuwanta suna miƙewa zuwa kyau.
Sai ta ga wasu mafi kyau kaɗan a gaba, launukansu suna kiranta kamar raɗa-raɗa. Haka ta yi ta yawo, kowane mataki yana kai ta ƙara zurfi cikin daji, har sai ta ɓace a cikin tekun kore, kwandon furanninta yana ƙaruwa amma hanyarta zuwa aminci tana dusashewa.

A halin nan, kerkeci ya ruga kan hanya, tafukansa suna bugawa da gaggawa da yunwa. Ya tafi gidan tsohuwar kaka ya buga ƙofa, bugunsa yana amsawa da rashin haƙuri.
Tok, tok, Tok!
Ba a sami amsa ba. Kakar ta fita tara ganyen cresses daga rafin, hannuwanta masu taushi suna aiki da kyaututtukan halitta, kuma ba ta riga ta dawo gida ba.
Kerkeci ya buga sau uku, kowane bugu ya fi na baya ƙarfi, sannan ya tura ƙofar ya buɗe ta ya shiga, kasancewarsa yana keta wannan wuri mai salama.
A can, a saman gado, ɗaya daga cikin hular kakar tana rataye, mai laushi kuma ta tsufa da ƙauna. Ya sa ta a kansa ya ja ta ƙasa ta rufe kunnuwansa, ƙyallen yana ji masa baƙo a kan gashinsa mai kauri. Sai ya shiga cikin gadon, jikinsa yana cika wurin da aka nufa domin taushi.

A duk wannan lokacin, Red Riding Hood tana nan tana tattara furanni, zuciyarta cike da farin cikin da za ta kai. A ƙarshe, ta sami furanni da yawa gwargwadon abin da hannayenta za su iya riƙewa, wani ɗaure na kyawawan furannin daji. Sai ta koma kan hanya, takunta suna ƙara sauri da nufi, ta yi tafiya da sauri har ta isa ƙaramin gidan kakarta, zuciyarta tana bugawa da tsammani.
Ita ma ta ƙwanƙwasa ƙofar, ƙananan gaɓoɓin yatsunta suna yin sauti mai laushi.
”Waye a can?” in ji kerkecin, yana ƙoƙarin yin magana kamar kakar, amma muryarsa ta yi kauri da zurfi sosai har zuciyar Red Riding Hood ta ɗan razana, wata ƙaramar damuwa ta ratsa ta.
Sai ta yi tunani, damuwarta tana lullube ta kamar raƙuman ruwa masu laushi, ”Kakata matalauciya tabbas mura mai tsanani ta kama ta.”
Sai ta amsa, muryarta na ɗauke da damuwa da ƙauna, ”Ni ce, ƙaramar Red Riding Hood. Na kawo miki wasu kekuna da man shanu da kwalbar zuma.”
”Ja makullin ƙofar, ƙofar za ta buɗe da kanta,” in ji kerkecin, kalmominsa suna ɓoye haɗari a bayan dumin ƙarya.
Ƙaramar Red Riding Hood ta ja makullin ƙofar, sai ƙofar ta buɗe da kanta. Ta shiga ciki, tana taka cikin inuwa da ba ta fahimta ba tukuna.

A can kan gadon, kakarta ce kwance, a zatonta, ko da yake tana jin wani abu bai yi daidai ba a cikin yanayin wurin. Kerkecin ya ja bargon sama har ta iya ganin kansa kaɗai. Ya ja hular bacci ya rufe fuskarsa gwargwadon iyawarsa, amma manyan idanunsa suna walƙiya, haskensu na rawaya yana tona asirin yaudarar.
Red Riding Hood ta ajiye kwandon a kan tebur, tana motsawa a hankali, zuciyarta kuma ta fara jin cewa wani abu bai yi daidai ba. Sai ta tafi gefen gadon, kowane taki auna yake yayin da rashin tabbas ke ƙaruwa.
”Oh, kaka,” ta ce, muryarta na ɗan rawa, ”manyan idanuwa kike da su!”
”Don in fi ganin ki, ’yar ƙaunata, don in fi ganin ki,” in ji kerkecin, kalmominsa na zuba da taushin ƙarya.
”Kuma, kaka, manyan kunnuwa kike da su!” ta ci gaba, tsoronta yana ƙaruwa.
”Don in fi jin ki, ’yar ƙaunata, don in fi jin ki!” ya amsa, muryarsa tana ƙara kauri.
”Kuma kaifi haƙora kake da su!” ta raɗa, muryarta da ƙyar ake ji, jikinta kuma ya fara rawa.
”Don in cinye ki!” in ji kerkecin, yana tsalle daga kan gado, a wannan lokaci mai ban tsoro ainihin halinsa ya bayyana.

Ya kusa cinye talakiyar Little Red Riding Hood da haɗiye ɗaya, muƙamuƙansa a buɗe sosai, ƙaramin jikinta ya daskare da tsoro. Amma a daidai wannan minti, ƙofar ta buɗe da ƙarfi, masu sare itace suka kutsa ciki, ƙarfinsu yana cika ɗakin da bege.
Da ya firgita da abin da ya gani, kerkecin ya yi tangal-tangal na ɗan lokaci, ƙarfin halinsa ya karye, ya faɗi ƙasa, amma sai ya tashi da sauri ya fita ta ƙofar da gudu, ba a sake ganinsa ba, inuwarsa tana ɓacewa cikin daji.
Little Red Riding Hood ta ruga zuwa wurin kakarta, rungumarsu cike da sauƙi da ƙauna, hawaye na godiya suna zuba a fuskokinsu. Ta gode wa masu sare itace, muryarta ta maƙale da motsin rai, kuma daga nan har abada ta tuna da shawarar hikima ta mahaifiyarta, tana ɗauke da ita kamar darasi mai daraja a zuciyarta. Ta tsaya kan hanyar zuwa gidan kakarta, kowane taku kamar alkawari ne da aka cika.
Kuma abu ɗaya za ka iya tabbata da shi - Little Red Riding Hood ba ta sake tsayawa a cikin daji don ta yi magana da kerkeci ba, amincewarta ta haɗu da hikima, rashin laifinta kuma ya sami kariya ta tunanin ranar nan.