Fansar Fatalwa Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel

What shocked the people the most was not anything else they saw—except the sight of Afrah’s corpse. Both of her eyes had been gouged out. Apart from that, there was nothing else on her body that would make you think she had been murdered, because there was no visible mark or sign showing how she had been killed.

Screams immediately filled the hall. Within moments, some of the weak-hearted people began trembling and collapsing to the ground, fainting. Among them was Afrah’s mother. Those who were stronger could only stand there crying.

The entire hall turned chaotic; all that could be heard were the cries and wails of people.

No matter how hard the DPO tried to calm everyone down, it was impossible. After some time, a few people managed to quiet down slightly, and the DPO looked at Afrah’s father, Alhaji Shareef, and said:

“Alhaji, please accept my condolences for what has happened. Try to see it as part of destiny. Destiny is something none of us can prevent. No matter how much we try to avoid it, it will still happen. All we can do is accept it, even when it comes to us in a painful way.”

The DPO finished speaking, hoping to calm Afrah’s father, even though he knew it would be extremely difficult.

Alhaji Shareef lifted his head. His eyes had turned red and swollen. In a broken voice filled with tears, he began to speak:

“DPO… is that truly my daughter Afrah lying before me?

Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un.

What kind of terrible destiny is this? For the sake of Allah, what did Afrah do to deserve such punishment? Wallahi, whoever has done this evil act to us will never be forgiven.”

He finished his words and burst into tears like a little child.

“Ahhh, Alhaji Shareef,” the DPO replied gently, “what I ask from you is patience for now. Afrah needs your prayers more than anything. As for whoever is responsible for this evil act, InshaAllah we will do everything in our power to find out who it is and ensure justice is done.”

“Wallahi,” said Aliyu, Afrah’s elder brother, “whoever committed this injustice against our sister will never be forgiven. Whoever it is, we will surely seek justice against them once they are found.”

At that moment, Anwar, Afrah’s fiancé—the man she was supposed to marry—rushed into the hall as if he had been dragged there.

One look at his face was enough to see the deep shock and devastation written all over it.

He ran straight to Afrah’s body, which was lying in the middle of the hall. He dropped to his knees beside her.

Like a man losing his sanity, he began to speak:

“Afrah… who is the heartless person that did this terrible thing to you?

Afrah, why did they separate us?

Afrah, why did you leave me?

No! This is a lie… Afrah, get up! I know you can hear me. I know you’re not dead. Afrah, please get up and tell us who did this to you!”

He finished speaking while crying painfully, his face covered with tears and mucus.

The DPO walked over to where Anwar was kneeling and looked at him with sympathy before speaking:

“Come on, my friend, be a man. Why are you crying like a woman? Please wipe your tears. As I promised your family, InshaAllah we will do everything possible to find the person responsible for this murder.”

Anwar raised his hand and wiped the tears from his face. Then he looked at the DPO and said…