Farashin Izzah Book One Complete Hausa Novel

The back door of the car was opened. A few seconds passed before she stretched one leg out of the vehicle. The attention of the students immediately shifted toward her, even though by now they were already used to seeing such scenes.

She brought out her other leg, dressed in white socks and expensive black Toms shoes. Then she slowly stepped out of the car.

She was wearing a white mini hijab, a white top and black trousers. The uniform looked extremely beautiful on her and brought out her natural beauty even more.

This was Zahra, an eighteen-year-old girl.

She had black sunglasses on her face. She lowered them slightly from her eyes to the bridge of her nose as she looked around.

She moved away from the car and closed the door. Walking as though she barely wanted her feet to touch the ground, she headed toward the driver.

As if she had been forced to speak, she opened her mouth and said,

“You can wait for me. We won’t stay long today.”

“Alright, Hajiya,” he replied respectfully.

“Hey, Fatima!”

The voice interrupted her composure.

She slowly turned and watched them until they came closer.

A confident smile appeared on her face.

“Point of correction… Asiya,” she said calmly. “My name is Zahra, not Fatima.”

Asiya and Saudat looked at each other before bursting into laughter.

“Hey, Pretty!” Saudat added.

Zahra tilted her head slightly and smiled.

“Yes… it’s already written all over my face.”

Then her expression changed slightly and became serious.

“Asiya… my exam card and pen?”

“They’re inside my bag,” Asiya replied.

She nodded.

Her phone started ringing.

She took it out of the pocket of her trousers and answered the call.

Her friends looked at each other with questioning expressions, as though wondering when that had happened, but neither of them knew the answer.

After she finished the call, she lowered the phone from her ear.

“Zahra, did you change your phone?” Saudat asked.

A proud smile appeared on her face.

“Who still uses an iPhone 16 Pro when the 17 is already out?” She raised one eyebrow slightly. “Abba changed it for me yesterday.”

Her friends congratulated her.

Students were then called to enter the examination hall.

They began moving in large numbers toward the verification point before entering the hall.

But Zahra headed toward an office located in another section of the building.

“Hey! Can’t you see the other students are entering the hall?” a newly appointed teacher shouted at her.

She stopped immediately, turned around, folded her arms and adjusted her posture.

She looked directly into his eyes with complete confidence.

“Aren’t you supposed to follow the way to the examination hall?” he asked again.

She slowly opened her mouth, as though she was being forced to respond.

“Excuse me… do I look like someone who would sit for an exam inside that hall?

“With thousands of people?

“No air… no fan?”

The teacher could not respond because of the shock of her reply.

She turned around and continued walking with dignity, as though it had not even been a teacher who stopped her.

Another teacher later said,

“Leave her alone. She writes her exams in the office. She’s a special student.”