Gangar Jikinsa Na Aura Book 1 Hausa Novel Complete
Hanne climbed onto her box and sat down quietly. Malam Habu sighed and muttered, “That’s it. I’ve had enough of this school nonsense. Where are we going? What are we even asking for? It feels like being judged in the afterlife—harassed and questioned at every turn. We’ve met the guards, and who knows what’s next. This is ridiculous! They say it’s harder to get out than to go in, but leaving a madman to guard the door is just too much.”
Before he could continue, a luxurious dark green Jeep pulled up, silencing his complaints. The car stopped near them, its engine humming softly, with nothing happening inside except the low whir of the air conditioning. Two young men stepped out. One wore a crisp National Youth Service Corps (NYSC) uniform, while the other was dressed in an elegant outfit, radiating the scent of expensive perfume.
The villagers gathered nearby exchanged glances, curious about the newcomers. The younger brother opened the car’s boot, retrieved a bag, and handed it to the woman with them. She closed the boot and turned to him. “Habib, thank you. May Allah protect you on the road,” she said with a smile.
Habib nodded warmly. “Very well. May Allah grant you success. When will you come to visit me for the weekend? Or will you pretend you didn’t come again?” They both laughed.
The younger brother replied with a chuckle, “Yes, my brother, you’ll see me this Friday. But don’t expect me to stay long. I can’t bear living in the village; my blood boils just thinking about it!”
Habib laughed, shaking his head. “Alright, God willing. But if you come on Friday, we may not meet. I’m leaving for America in the morning, and I know you’ll only arrive in the evening. Are the schoolchildren gone by then?”
“Yes,” his brother said. “We won’t meet, but may God protect you on your journey and bring you back safely. How are the wedding boxes—yours and mine?”
Habib smiled. “Insha Allah, they’ll arrive. See you soon, Habibya.”
As he got back into the car, he turned and greeted Hanne and her father. “Peace be upon you,” he said courteously.
Malam Habu waved in response, and Habib drove off, leaving his younger brother standing there, waving goodbye. Once the Jeep disappeared down the road, the crowd’s attention returned to the scene at hand.
Hanne’s thoughts drifted to the imposing brick school building ahead. It was her first time seeing such a structure, and the idea of sleeping in it felt surreal. She wondered, Will I even be able to sleep tonight? Will my ring feel cold in such a tall building? A smile crept across her face without her noticing, her teeth glinting faintly. She quickly placed her hand on her lap, hoping her father wouldn’t notice her excitement.
The handsome young man, with a bag slung over his shoulder, approached them. He greeted Malam Habu warmly with a brief embrace, then moved to a nearby tree. There, he set down his bag, lifted a bench, and settled himself, quietly observing Hanne and her father.
Malam Habu approached him. “Young man, are you a worker or a guest here?” he asked curiously.
The young man smiled. “I’m fine, Baba. And you?”
Malam Habu hesitated. “I’ve brought my daughter to school, but I don’t know anyone here, not even who to ask for help. Are you a student?”
The young man adjusted his seat and removed his hat. “Yes, Baba. A student. Is this your daughter?”
“Yes,” Malam Habu replied. “I was told to wait until her permit is approved, but we can’t proceed without it.” Turning to Hanne, he called, “Hanne, bring the permit here.”
Hanne quickly reached into a bucket, retrieved the document, and handed it to her father with both hands. The young man, meanwhile, was discreetly observing her attire, her simple shoes, and the rope she’d used to secure them. He noticed her discomfort under his gaze and immediately shifted his focus to the document.
“Is this Hanne Habu Imam?” he asked after reading it.
“Yes,” Hanne replied softly.
The young man nodded. “Alright, Baba, give me a moment. I’ll help you. I’m here to assist you, Teacher.”
Relieved, Malam Habu gestured slightly and said with gratitude, “Children like you are a blessing. May God reward you.”
