Ciki Da Gaskiya Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel
Little Aysha couldn’t stop crying, and her mother shed tears in secret. Aysha cried because she was leaving behind her younger siblings, who already missed her dearly. But there was nothing she could do; everyone had to obey their father’s instructions. He had become their sole guardian and protector since they had no one else to fill that role.
Earlier that morning, Aunt Asma’u had traveled to Katsina, where she lived with her husband. Similarly, Uncle Ahmad had left for Jigawa to continue his work, as his family resided there. As for Aysha, it was decided that she would leave for Abuja the next day with Aunt Bintu.
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The Next Morning: A New Life
Aysha woke up with swollen eyes from crying the previous night. She had mourned deeply with her siblings over the loss of their sister Fadeelah, and their grief was so overwhelming that Mama had to scold them to calm down. Later, Mama softened and gave them words of comfort, teaching them the importance of patience and acceptance of fate.
Before Aysha’s departure, Mama pulled her aside for advice. She reminded her to carry herself with dignity in the unfamiliar environment she was going to. Aysha was cautioned not to meddle in matters that didn’t concern her and to always maintain her humility and composure. Mama also emphasized that Aysha must respect Aunt Bintu, her father’s younger sister, and follow her instructions without complaint. Above all, she urged Aysha not to let anything destroy the values and discipline they had instilled in her over the past 13 years. She should guard her religion and faith diligently.
Aysha listened to her mother’s counsel through tears, overcome with sorrow at the thought of leaving. Since her birth, Aysha had never spent a single day away from her mother. Even when other children went on holidays, their late father had preferred to keep them at home. If Mama ever visited relatives, Aysha and her siblings were rarely allowed to accompany her.
That night, Aysha stayed close to Mama, sleeping by her side until dawn. After the morning prayers, Aunt Bintu called out, instructing Aysha to get ready so they could leave early for Isa.
Mama didn’t speak a word as she sat in her corner, quietly weeping. Aysha prepared herself while tears streamed down her face. Aunt Bintu, however, was distant and spoke little to her niece.
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6:30 AM
Before leaving, Aysha went to Umma’s room—Mama’s close friend. Umma was seated on the floor, speaking on the phone. Seeing Aysha’s distress, she immediately ended the call and took Aysha’s hand, sitting beside her. She embraced her and whispered words of prayer and comfort.
At that moment, Aunt Bintu entered the room, her expression stern. "Sister Barirah, leave her alone. You’re acting as though she’s your own child. Let her go; she’s in safe hands," she said sharply.
Umma didn’t respond, knowing there was no point in arguing. Aunt Bintu’s reputation for being unkind was well-known, especially in the family dynamic where husbands’ siblings often viewed their brothers’ wives with hostility. Umma, unwilling to engage further, watched as Aunt Bintu took Aysha away.
Aysha’s younger siblings—Sa’adiyya and Rufaida, who were barely a year old—were too young to understand the separation but clung to each other. The rest of the family stood in quiet sorrow as Aysha left, but Mama didn’t come out of her room. She couldn’t bear to watch her daughter walk away.
