Auren Shehu Book 1 Hausa Novel Complete
Ammy interrupted, switching to her Shuwa Arabic dialect, her tone stern as she said:
“If you dare let Malam hear about this, I swear you'll regret it! You with your reckless mouth! You're talking about Boko Haram openly? Do you want this to escalate, with people accusing Malam of harboring Boko Haram members in his house? Yakura, where do you think this carelessness of yours will lead us?”
“Well, to be honest, I don’t see anyone in this house who resembles Boko Haram... Oh, unless you mean Usman?”
Hallita’s cheerful tone as she mentioned Usman’s name made her eyes sparkle with delight. This caused both Ammy and Zainab to stare at her intently. Realizing her slip, Hallita quickly added:
“One of Dady’s students, of course! Remember the day we went to Falmat’s school event? That day we saw him by the gate, waiting for Dady. He introduced himself in front of us, saying his name was Usman and that he wanted to be one of Dady’s students but couldn’t afford the fee. Instead, he asked for work to pay his way. I’m sure Dady mentioned this to you, Ammy, but maybe you forgot because of how many students he has. You can even ask Falmat—this isn’t a new story; it happened months ago.”
“Ah-ha, you hear that, Ammy? Just like that, someone shows up out of the blue, and Dady takes them in! And now look where we are—someone’s saying he’s Boko Haram...”
Ammy, fixing her gaze on Zainab, said firmly:
“Yakura, if you don’t stop uttering the word ‘Boko Haram,’ I swear I’ll deal with you! Malam, harboring Boko Haram in his house? Impossible!”
"And he’s not Boko Haram at all," Hallita interjected, her tone soft and dreamy. “He’s an intelligent, refined man with deep thoughts...”
"Hallita??" Ammy and Zainab called her name in unison.
Startled, Hallita blinked and hurriedly went to put the remaining water in the fridge. After shutting the fridge door, she turned to face Ammy and Zainab, who were staring at her expectantly.
"Ammy, I’m done. Let me go and tidy my room," she said and made for the door.
Before she could leave, Ammy stopped her, asking,
“Hallita, how do you know the person Yakura was talking about is refined and intelligent?”
Her heart racing, Hallita turned to face them again, locking eyes with Ammy. She quickly diverted her gaze to Zainab, who raised a questioning brow at her.
“I heard Dady say it, Ammy. Anyone Dady accepts as his student must be a decent person, without a doubt.”
With that, she hurried out.
Zainab clapped her hands mockingly and laughed. “Ammyyy, see your child! Let’s just hope you’re not about to get a son-in-law who works as a security guard.”
Ammy struck Zainab lightly, saying,
“Your mouth never speaks good, Yakura! May God protect us from this kind of ill fate.”
“Well, I can only say amen to help you. But you know your daughter has no sense. Let me stop calling him Boko Haram—what if he’s my brother-in-law? I’m off!”
She walked off as Ammy shook her head, muttering,
“You will come back to meet me, you troublemaker. Oh, Aleesha, may God save me from hearing and seeing such nonsense!”
In her room, Hallita collapsed onto her bed, her heart still pounding. She shut her eyes tightly, replaying her memories of Usman. Never had anyone stirred her emotions like this man, whom her sister dared to label Boko Haram. She would never forget the day she first saw him.
It was seven months ago, after attending Falmat’s school event. They had found him at the gate, waiting. His appearance screamed Fulani heritage, from the turban on his head to his short traditional shawl. Yet his physique defied the stereotype—tall, broad-shouldered, and exuding quiet strength.
