Diyam Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

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Episode One

A well-organized classroom, holding 36 students, was silent. Only the rustling of papers and the very clear voice of the lecturer presenting a lecture could be heard. The students were studying law at the Blavatnik School of Government, Oxford University. Today’s lecture was on marital laws, where the lecturer explained, in detail, the laws governing marriage.

Since the students came from different countries, the lecturer reviewed the laws of each country one by one, intending that after the review, the students could compare the laws, discuss which were better, and what changes might be necessary.

Today, the lecturer focused on African countries, beginning with Nigeria, the giant of Africa. She carefully read to the students the laws concerning marriage in Nigeria.

While the lecture was ongoing, a snicker was heard. The lecturer paused, looked up, and, along with the students, turned to see where the laughter came from.

At the far end of the classroom, sitting alone like an abandoned island, was a beautiful young woman. At first glance from a distance, she looked beautiful, but as you got closer, her beauty became more striking—the more you looked, the more it revealed itself. Many in the school mistook her for Arab, but Nigerians recognized her as Fula, a tribe with connections to the Arabs.

Noticing the laughter in class and the feeling that she was being watched, she quickly lifted her head, her eyes wide open, and fixed them on the lecturer standing at the front desk. They held a gaze, and the lecturer asked her:

"Why do you laugh? Are you finding this funny?"

She shook her head, smiling slightly at the corner of her lips. The lecturer returned to the podium, observing her, and asked:

"Where are you from?"

She kept her head down and quietly said:

"Nigeria."

The lecturer asked:

"What is your opinion about these marriage laws in Nigeria? Do you think they are good, or do you have suggestions for improvement?"

She paused for a moment, then let out a small laugh, shaking her head. Her face showed that something was bothering her. Suddenly, she said:

"I have no suggestions, ma’am. Because all those laws you listed exist only on paper. Maybe for the sake of students like you, for educational purposes, but they aren’t really applied."

The lecturer looked interested and asked:

"So, can you tell us about the situation of marriage in Nigeria?"

Immediately, the young woman’s smile disappeared. She swallowed something at the back of her throat, then bent her head down, looking at her notebook in front of her. Suddenly, she heard a voice in her mind as clear as if it were speaking to her directly:

"You have a very beautiful handwriting, sister."

She raised her head and said:

"In Nigeria, ma’am, northern Nigeria to be precise, marriage is like a form of legal slavery."

All eyes in the class turned toward her, including those who had been writing—they now looked up. She continued in English, with a Nigerian accent:

"Before marriage, there are words like ‘I love you,’ but they often remain in words, never reaching the heart. Once married, a husband will feel something similar to a master owning a slave. Since he has paid your dowry, he feels he owns you. He forgets that husband and wife are meant to belong to each other. Some men, even first-year students, may treat their wives like total strangers, as if they never knew them in life."

"I know that more than 80% of the people in the North are Muslims, and I know that the Qur’an says, ‘Al-rijalu qawwamuna ‘ala an-nisa’—men are caretakers over women. But Allah also added that men are given this authority because they are responsible for providing food, clothing, and shelter. Right now, more than half of our men cannot handle the responsibilities Allah has given them. Women often feed them, clothe them, and sometimes care for the husbands as well. A woman goes out to work, earns money, buys the food, cooks, cleans, washes her own clothes, her children’s clothes, and her husband’s clothes. She pays school fees for her children, helps with their homework, and then the husband expects her to bathe him, prepare him, massage him, and satisfy his desires—all within the framework of marriage."