Ni Da Yaya Habeeb Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

She was a young girl of about 16–17 years old, walking slowly with a food flask in her hand. She was dressed in a blue novou wrapper with touches of yellow and a yellow hijab. She headed straight to a tailoring shop called “Me and Elder Brother Habeeb Tailoring Center.”

The moment she entered the shop, the brightness on her face disappeared completely, as though rain had fallen and washed it away. She stopped and stared at the four young men inside the shop, her eyes filling with tears out of anger. Then she moved toward the young man who was facing the entrance and placed the food flask before him. In a trembling voice, she said,

“Brother Salman, here is the food I brought for you.”

It was only then that the one called Salman looked up, and the tension between him and the girl became obvious. His face was dark and stern, showing that he was not in the mood for jokes. He said,

“So in your house, have you gotten used to bringing me food now?”

Quickly, one of the young men sitting beside a beautiful girl who was showing him tailoring styles on her phone lowered his head, clearly looking guilty, and said,

“Come on, Salman, what is this?”

Salman clicked his tongue angrily and said,

“I swear, Habeeb, I pity you. A small girl is turning you around like flatbread in an oven, and until day breaks and she drives away all your customers completely, you won’t learn your lesson. If you marry her, let me see where you’ll get the money to feed her. And you”—he turned to the girl—“what are you still waiting for?

Go back home at once! And the day I see your foot in this shop again, I’ll break you. What kind of nonsense is this? As if it was only among you that love first began. I have counted that this week alone, at least ten customers have left us because of Haleesa. Are you leaving, or should I get up and slap you?”

She ran out of the shop crying and headed home.

Furiously, Brother Habeeb said,

“I don’t like what you’re doing to me, Salman. You know better than anyone in this world that there is nothing I hate more than seeing Baby Love upset, but just because you wanted to belittle and hurt me, you chased her away like a dog.”

Salman shot him a glare, full of annoyance, and said,

“I swear, you’re lucky I didn’t beat her badly. That way, maybe your whole heart would have shattered completely.”

Before Salman could even finish speaking, Brother Habeeb glared at him with deep anger. Then after a while, he hissed loudly and started heading toward the shop entrance.

Quickly, the beautiful girl said,

“Habeeb, how can you leave before we finish talking?”

He threw her a harsh look and said,

“And you still think I’m in the right state of mind to be talking to you?

Here is Salman—explain your dress style to him. When I come back, let him tell me.”

As he finished speaking, he walked out.

Brother Salman clicked his tongue and muttered,

“Bloody fool.”

The rest of the young men in the shop burst into mischievous laughter.

She ran while crying, and the people passing by could only stare at her. Those who knew her kept asking,

“Haleesa, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

But she did not even look at them. Her only goal was to get home as fast as possible.

As she entered the front entrance of their house, she nearly collided with a huge goat that Ammi had chased away. She jumped to one side just in time as the goat ran out. Then she lowered her head and went inside. Ammi was standing there holding a whip, clearly the same whip she had used to chase the goat.

As Haleesa entered the middle of the house, she took off her shoes, pulled off her hijab, and threw it aside—but it landed straight into a pot of water. She let out a loud cry and ran into Ammi’s room. She threw herself face-down onto Ammi’s silver bed, sobbing bitterly as though her heart would burst out.