Marubuciya Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

“He was gently stroking her body with a strange smile on his face, and at the same time he began to say, ‘Honestly baby…’”

It was Salma who stood up and went to the front of the class, snatching the book from the hands of a girl who was reading it aloud before the students.

Everyone fixed their eyes on her, seeing how furious she was, but no one could say anything except another girl of her age, who was the writer of the story.

“You, Salma, please what kind of madness is this?” she said angrily.

The one called Salma, without any cheerfulness, looked at the speaker and said,

“Please, Hadiza, what kind of book is this? Wallahi, this has gone too far. This is indecency and disrespect, and inside an Islamiyya school too. I swear I will report it to Malam Auwal.”

With a disrespectful expression, Hadiza stood up, stepped in front of Salma, and snatched the book back, saying,

“Useless talk. I have long known that you are jealous of me because your books are not being read.”

Salma smiled without getting upset, then said,

“What a pity.”

She simply went back to her seat and sat beside her close friend, Zainab.

“Useless nonsense. A person can have too much jealousy.” Hadiza added as she looked for where to sit.

Zainab looked at Salma and said,

“Salma, this is why Baba stops you from writing, because there are too many obscene writers spoiling your name. He thinks that is what you do too.”

Salma sighed and said,

“Wallahi, that is true, Zainab. Honestly, I have ambitions in the world of writers, but Baba gives me problems.”

As soon as she finished speaking, they heard the school bell ring, a sign that lessons were over. That made everyone stand up, some with their bags in their hands and others with them on their shoulders.

“Zainab, please hurry so we can go and you can give me that Hadith book. You know if I do not do this assignment for Malam Naziru, he will not leave me alone.”

Salma said this as they were leaving the school gate.

“That is true, wallahi, he is not kind at all. Why the hurry as if someone is calling a beggar?” Zainab replied.

They began walking quickly, just as Zainab wanted.

“May Allah let the time come when you will get a phone, Salma, so that you can come online and see the kind of shameless books Hadiza writes. Wallahi, I cannot even read them.”

Salma said,

“Hmm.” Then she added, “Just wait, Brother Umar wants to buy me a phone soon.”

She finished speaking just as she stumbled over a stone and almost fell.

Zainab laughed and said,

“It must be because of his love for you that he wants to buy it.”

Salma pursed her lips and said,

“What love, when we live in the same house?” She added, throwing Zainab a sharp look.

Still very angry, Hadiza left the Islamiyya school and headed home with her friend Ruma.

“Wallahi, Ruma, I hate Salma. I do not like her at all. She is a complete hypocrite. I do not love her.”

Ruma smiled and said,

“That is true, but stop worrying about her. Let us just continue writing books and enjoying life. If not for that, what else would we know? Since even in Islamiyya they do not explain things openly and clearly for us to understand. They only keep bothering us with things like the compulsory bath and purification bath.”

“And why are you even worried, Hadiza? You are Hadiza RM, while she is Salma Aminu. Even your name sounds sweeter, not to mention your books.”

At that, Hadiza managed to smile.

Salma still had not reached home yet, because she was standing at Zainab’s gate waiting for her to come out and bring her the Hadith book.

At that moment, a fair handsome young man, the stylish kind people often admire, stopped in front of Salma and said,

“Young ladies, beauties of the town, good afternoon.”

Salma felt a wave of annoyance grip her heart. She looked at him and said,

“I am fine, but please, can’t you hear the call to prayer? Go where you are supposed to be.”

The fair young man, whose name was Kalifa, said,

“Come on, Salma, I do not get the chance to see you often, and you know how much I love you.”

At that moment, Zainab came out holding the Hadith book and handed it to Salma. Salma thanked her, and Zainab said,

“See you tomorrow morning.”

Then she went back inside without saying anything to the young man.

Salma also turned and headed toward home.

It was Salma’s father and his elder brother Yusuf returning from the mosque.

His elder brother was saying,

“Salma still has not returned yet?”

He was asking Brother Umar, who had also just come in.

Umar answered him, saying,

“Yes, Baba, but I know she is on her way.”

Salma greeted them as she entered the house, and the moment her eyes met her father’s elder brother, her heart sank...

After Hadiza reached the gate of their house, she saw a big car filled with luggage inside. That made her walk faster in surprise, and she began questioning her mother, who was talking with the driver.

“Mama, what is happening? Where are we going like this?”

“Just get into the car, Hadiza. There is no time. Tonight we will sleep in Sokoto. We are leaving Kano because we have no one here.”

“Mama, what kind of sudden departure is this, for Allah’s sake? It is as if we are being chased out. I am in trouble.”

Her mother simply entered the front seat of the car, and the driver also got in. Seeing that there was nothing else she could do, Hadiza got into the car and sat beside her mother in sadness.

Then the driver drove off with the car full of luggage.

Since the moment Salma came in, she had been kneeling before them and crying because of the kind of things Alhaji Yusuf was saying.

Malam Aminu had no one except this elder brother of his, Alhaji Yusuf. They lived together in peace, but Alhaji Yusuf was better off financially than Malam Aminu, so much so that he had even gone on pilgrimage and become an Alhaji.