Bakar inuwa Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel

DALLO STATE: HUTAWA L.G.A

The young girl quickly got up and ran into the room, still crying. Seeing the way she rushed in while crying, two girls who could easily be mistaken for twins—and who were her elder sisters—burst into laughter. They twisted their lips mockingly while lifting their bottles of soda, drinking calmly as if nothing had happened.

Then they turned their attention to Asabe, who had just come in, still pouring out insults.

“You’re on fire today, Mommy!” 👍🏼

The girls said while applauding her and bursting into laughter again.

Asabe sat down beside them and grabbed one of the soda bottles. She bit the cap open with her teeth, breathing heavily. Without saying anything to the girls, she lifted the bottle to her mouth and, in the blink of an eye, gulped down almost half of it before lowering it and letting out a deep sigh.

The lighter-skinned one, who had been watching the bottle, burst out laughing and said,

“Mommy, the name of that kind of soda drinking is drinking to calm anger.”

Asabe hissed irritably, adjusted her sitting position, and picked up a piece of meat in front of them, stuffing it into her mouth.

“That husband of mine—if not for the fact that I calm my anger like this because of the blessings Allah has given him, I would have drained the life out of him long ago. And then there’s that disrespectful girl who behaves as if she isn’t even my own blood.”

“Mommy,” one of the girls replied mockingly, “but since she actually resembles you, maybe we should say the hospital switched her with another baby? Because it should have been us who resemble you—not that stubborn, hard-headed, troublesome girl they mixed together and gave to you.”

The girl inside the room heard everything they were saying from behind the door. Her crying intensified as her heart burned with pain over the behavior of her parents and siblings.

Since she was a little child, she had always heard people in their neighborhood insulting and condemning the behavior of her parents. Now she was seventeen years old, yet nothing had changed—if anything, things had only gotten worse because of her two sisters who constantly created new trouble for the family.

Even though she too had once begun showing similar rebellious behavior, Allah guided her back to calmness through their Islamiyya teacher, Sayyadi Abubakar.

She wiped her tears with her hand and adjusted her position on the bed, lying on her stomach. Despite the hunger she felt because she was fasting, it did not bother her.

She slowly closed her beautiful eyes—the same eyes she had inherited from her mother, Asabe. A faint smile escaped her lips, mixed with tears of self-pity as she thought about Abubakar.

By now, she had accepted the truth—she had truly lost him. He was gone forever and would never return to her, just as his parents had said.

This pain had become the deepest wound of her life, a wound she believed would never heal.

She was alive only in name.

But in her heart, she had already died the day Abubakar’s parents forced him to leave her life.