Sirrin Dake Boye Book 1 Hausa Novel Complete
Here’s a revised and polished version:
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Taking another look at herself, she put on her white hijab, grabbed her bathing suit, and left the room. In the courtyard, she saw Adda Habiba and Adda Deeje. They noticed her and began talking, but she ignored them. She wasn’t interested in their nonsense and resisted the urge to respond to their crude remarks.
She walked to the well in the house, drew water, and headed to the bathroom. In less than 30 minutes, she was out, her face lit with a big smile. She went straight to her room, removed her hijab, and prepared for her bath. After finishing, she tied a cloth around her chest. The effort made her sweat—it was almost overwhelming. Once done, she went to her box, which held items from her mother’s wedding, and selected a long dress. Although slightly worn, it still suited her perfectly. She put on a new hijab, performed her prayers quietly, and adhered to all the rules, feeling a deep sense of happiness.
When she finished, she went to the kitchen. Without her, there would be no cooking in the household. Even Zulaihat only assisted occasionally when she returned early from shopping. It often felt as though she was the only woman running the house, even though her two sisters lived there as well.
She quickly finished preparing the food, cleaned the dishes, and took out the garbage. By the time the Maghrib call to prayer sounded, her tasks were complete.
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USA
Sitting in the office, she was surrounded by its grandeur—a large, beautifully decorated space equipped with every amenity one could imagine. Yet, she found herself crying. Words alone couldn’t describe the elegance of the office; even if one wrote an entire book, they might fail to capture its full splendor.
He sat across from her, a man with striking features—his white coat pristine, his nose sharp like a pencil, and his eyes piercing yet captivating. His demeanor was commanding. He looked no older than 28, but his serious expression made him seem wiser.
He was engrossed in a file, deeply focused. It took several seconds of knocking before he gave permission for her to enter. Even then, he didn’t glance up to see who had arrived. Across from him sat another young man, perhaps his age mate. The man addressed him, saying, “Ash, you still haven’t finished the task ‘Boss Lion’ assigned you.”
Ash sighed, replying, “You came here to talk to me, but you left me alone to handle everything. Hmmm, unlike ‘Boss Lion,’ your nonsense doesn’t bother me. Kuwait is already in chaos.”
His companion smiled slyly, adding, “Boss Lion is a man of great integrity, unlike anyone else.” He began to leave the office, but before exiting, Ash’s voice stopped him.
“Hmmm,” Ash muttered, “do you know why I’ve been quiet? You know ‘Boss Lion’ doesn’t tolerate failure. If I don’t finish my work, he’ll punish me severely.”
Farouq’s expression turned grave. “You think I want anything bad to happen to us? Every day that we mess up, my heart sinks. I’m terrified of him. I can’t imagine surviving in the same house with him.”
Ash’s gaze hardened. “You know he’s returning from Dubai tomorrow. You’d better figure things out before then.”
Farouq laughed nervously. “I’m not a soldier, but by God’s grace, I’ll take the punishment if I have to.”
Ash gave him a blank stare, unimpressed. Farouq stood up, realizing he wasn’t getting any sympathy, and left the office. As the door closed, Ash focused back on his work, knowing time was of the essence. Every minute mattered, and failure wasn’t an option.
