Nawaf Book 1 Hausa Novel Complete
She said firmly, “The driver took me home.”
He asked in fear, “What about Hajiya's school?”
"I said take me home!" she repeated in despair. “I don’t need a long explanation. Just come back later.”
"Be patient, Hajiya," he replied. “May Allah calm your heart.”
She didn’t respond. Her heart pounded as her mother’s words echoed in her mind. Before the driver could even park the car, she jumped out and ran straight into the house.
What surprised me most was the house she went to. It was modest—far from what you'd expect for someone stepping out of a family car. But there was more to discover.
She entered the living room crying. An old woman sat in the center of the room, her features gentle and strikingly similar to the girl. It was clear they were mother and daughter.
The old woman quickly embraced her. “Yasmeen, are you okay? Why didn’t you go to school?”
Yasmeen sobbed, “Umma, we couldn’t. The gosulo detained us.”
"So why are you crying? Was it the gosulo?" Umma asked.
Yasmeen shook her head. “No.”
"Then what is it?" Umma pressed.
Yasmeen wiped her tears and began recounting what had happened. "Who is the servant that hurt you? Did someone slap you?" her mother asked, alarmed.
Through her tears, Yasmeen explained everything. Umma stood up to apologize, and her father, who had overheard the commotion, joined them. He had already been questioning the Arabs about what had happened.
Yashafa, Yasmeen’s father, comforted her gently, “Don’t worry, my daughter. Allah is with the patient. Be strong. One day, you’ll understand.”
Her swollen eyes opened slightly, glistening with tears. "Don’t worry, Father. But if I die, bury me with him. I will take my revenge because I’m tired of being disrespected. We are poor, but we are not lambs to be slaughtered," she declared, her voice shaking with determination.
"No, Yasmeen," her father said softly, stroking her head. “Be patient. Eat what Allah provides, and He will bring justice in His time.”
Yasmeen remained silent, her face etched with pain.
Umma spoke with gentle conviction, “Yasmeen, patience brings reward. Allah will reward you for enduring this. Don’t let bitterness consume you.”
Though tears streamed down her face, Yasmeen whispered, “Be patient, my parents. Allah will heal me. I believe that one day, with God’s will, we will rise above this.”
Abba wiped away his tears. "May Allah answer your prayers, Yasmeen," he said.
"Ameen," they all responded together.
Yasmeen retreated to her room as her parents watched her with heavy hearts. Umma sighed deeply. “Yasmeen carries the weight of the world on her shoulders. May Allah ease her burdens.”
"Ameen," her father echoed.
Inside her room, Yasmeen picked up her phone, her hands trembling. "Assalamu alaikum," she said hesitantly.
Whatever was said on the other end brought fresh tears to her eyes. She dropped the phone onto her bed and sobbed. Though I didn’t know the full extent of her pain, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. I left the house with a heavy heart.
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Meanwhile, their neighbor Nawaff was in no better shape. Mas'ud drove the car as Nawaff sat in the passenger seat, silent and overwhelmed with sadness. His bright eyes were closed, and he didn’t utter a word.
Mas'ud followed him to his house, knowing how broken he was. The house, though beautiful on the outside, felt hollow. The guard quickly opened the gate, and Mas'ud parked the car.
Inside, Nawaff walked into the living room, but no one was there. He sat on a long chair, his face blank, before eventually retreating to his bedroom.
Without a word, Nawaff took a shower. Ten minutes passed before he emerged, changed, and returned to the living room. Mas'ud, lying on a two-seater chair, was watching TV.
Nawaff sat down without acknowledging him. Sensing the tension, Mas'ud chuckled to himself, trying to lighten the mood.
"What's funny?" Nawaff asked sharply.
Mas'ud couldn’t stop laughing, even as Nawaff stood, grabbed a water bottle, and splashed it at him. Mas'ud finally suppressed his laughter, but the house remained heavy with unspoken emotions.
