Farar Wuta Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel

FOREWORD.

When the thing you fear is with you...!

What will happen when the thing you fear is with you? When you enter a world you will not want to leave? Follow the people in it as you sink into a hole you know nothing about? Become absorbed in watching the WHITE FIRE that turned their thoughts upside down, washed their brains clean until everyone in their world forgot that fire is fire! No matter how white it is.

#Aysha Shafi'ee.

#FikraWriters

#FararWuta.

CHAPTER ONE.

At around twelve o’clock in the afternoon, the woman in the kitchen—in the middle of the enclosed compound with a fence all around it—removed a piece of firewood from the side and added it to the stove in front of her, then started fanning the fire with a broken fan beside her. She was an elderly woman with a fine body; if you did not look at her face, you would guess her age as around fifty.

She wore a beautiful dress and wrapper, rich enough that you could see extra folds on her body. Her soft hair was streaked with the few gray strands that had begun to crown her head.

When she was sure the fire had caught, she stood up and came out. In the compound she met her eldest daughter, Amina, sitting and picking beans from a large silver tray. Only age separated their faces, but their resemblance was exact! Even their body shape and everything else.

The girl was slender, with abundant hair like her mother’s. Everything on her face was perfectly balanced with a gentle look; only her eyes drew attention, because though they were not large, they had a certain sparkle, as though something had already settled inside them.

“Finish quickly, Amina. It’s already twelve; we’d better hurry up with the cooking because you’ll soon hear they’re back.”

Amina opened the curtain of the room behind her, looked at the clock hanging in the room, then said, “So time has gone by this much? I didn’t notice at all, wallahi.”

“The weather isn’t hot, that’s why you lay down and slept on and on.”

With a smile she said, “I’m just tired of waking up early, wallahi. Once they go to school, I feel like it’s better just to lie down.”

Their mother, whom they called Amma, picked up a pot from the side and headed to fetch water with it, saying, “Just keep praying. If it is destined for you to continue with this education, you will, insha Allah.”

Amina said nothing, because Allah knows she had already begun to lose hope. It had been one year since she finished her secondary school education, and her results were good, though they had helped them during the examination. Still, she knew she had made a reasonable effort, and that was why the desire to continue her education had not left her heart at all.

And it did not have to be a major education, because she had already ruled out university in her mind. She knew her father had no means for that; he was doing his utmost to care for them with the little he had, and even so he was always troubled, feeling as though he was not giving them what they deserved. He often said that he had hoped his children would be spared all the comforts of this world.

So her thoughts every day were about getting a small school where she could learn nursing... because her mother had often told her that even if she learned how to give injections to people, when she got married it would help her greatly, more than sitting idle.

The talk of marriage reminded her of her boyfriend Abdallah. She knew he was making plans to go back to school, which was why she had not heard from him for two days. He was in his final level at a university in Sokoto. Abdallah was a kind and sensible person; he even ran an evening Islamic school with her in the back of their street, which was why everyone respected him, just as she respected him at all times. She saw him as an older brother, and he too helped her in everything like a sister.

Their relationship was different from what she saw between her friend Fatima and Fatima’s own boyfriend. There were many things Fatima would tell her that made her wonder how such things could even be. As for her, she could barely even look Abdallah in the face, and many times she would forget that their relationship would lead to marriage.

“Peace be upon you, please give me gullisuwa.”

A boy’s greeting interrupted her thoughts as he stopped by the side of the walkway and held out fifty naira.

“How much is it?”

“For twenty naira.”

So she set down the bean tray and stood up to take the money. It had been four months since she started her small business of selling milk candy, gullisuwa, and albishir, and business was very good because every three days she would make two thousand naira from each of them. This was the main thing that eased her loneliness and made her happy, seeing how she could meet some of her needs herself and even help her siblings with spending money, unlike the months before when she had nothing.

Time is your life in this world and in the hereafter; there is no use in letting it pass carelessly... Those were Amma’s words every day whenever she explained the things that suited a person’s life.

She handed the boy the gullisuwa along with his change, then came out of their sitting room, which had nothing in it except a spread carpet, just as Fatima greeted and came in.

“Amma, good afternoon.”

She greeted Amma, who was washing the back of the pot she had carried.

“Very well, Fatima. Has Hajia gone out, or is she still here?”

Hajia was Fatima’s mother, and she came every day to care for Fatima’s grandmother, who had been admitted to the hospital.

“No, she hasn’t gone out. She’s cooking first.”

“All right, let me see too. When I finish mine, maybe I can go with her. I’ve been saying since yesterday that I really ought to go back, wallahi.”

“Her condition is much better too,” Fatima said as she made her way toward Amina’s room.