Sarauniya Jidda Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

My name is Hauwau Ahmad Umar. As far as I know, I was born and raised in the US, in America. Since I was little, I have not had a mother. There was only a woman named Juliet who took care of me from childhood, from bathing me and feeding me until I grew up and became aware of things.

Then there was my daddy, Alhaji Muktar, and my brother Saifullahi, whom I call Yayah Saef.

My brother and I grew up in comfort and luxury. He is about 16 years older than me. Our daddy loved us very much, especially me. He used to call me “my queen.”

Our daddy is a well-known engineer working for a company in America.

As I grew older, I came to understand that Juliet was not my real mother. So I kept asking Daddy and Yayah Saef where my mummy was. They would tell me that she was in Nigeria and that she would come to see me very soon.

Even when I reached Primary 5, my mummy still had not come to the US to see me. Then I said I wanted to be taken to Nigeria so I could see her, since she would not come to see me. But Daddy told me, “Sorry, my queen, your mummy said Insha Allah she will come for your birthday.” I became so excited because my birthday was only three months away.

From that time on, whenever we went shopping, I would keep picking out clothes and makeup, saying they were for my mummy.

Even when I went to school, I kept counting the days left until my mummy would come. But when my birthday finally came, there was still no sign of her. I can never forget it. Even though I was still young, I was in JSS1 then. Daddy saw that I was very upset, so upset that I did not even cut my birthday cake. He took me to his room and said, “Hauwau Jiddah…” calling my name three times. Then he said, “Calm down and listen to what I am about to tell you. Allah took your mummy when you were just two years old.” I let out a loud cry, threw myself into his arms, and cried uncontrollably.

It took me almost a week before I started recovering from that shock. From that time on, I became much more focused on my religion, while Yayah Saef was the one teaching me Islamic books.

That was how our life continued, full of care and love. But I became more stubborn toward Daddy, Yayah Saif, and Juliet. As I grew older, my pampered nature increased. I did not know what sadness really was, nor hardship. But whenever I remembered that my mother had gone to the house of truth, I would cry and pray that Allah grants her mercy.

By the time I reached SS3, everything about me became more stylish and elegant. Among my friends, I was the leader.

Even though there were many boys, only two of us were Muslim girls, myself and another girl named Shukrah. I never tolerated disrespect, and by the time we finished secondary school, I was the best student. In fact, from JSS1 to SS3, I was always the best student, which made Daddy even prouder of me and encouraged me to do whatever I wished.

After my results came out and I passed with an excellent result, Daddy found me admission to study Psychology. He said that because of how intelligent I was, I started 100-level at just 15 years old.

At that point, things became even bigger. Daddy bought me a brand-new car, which I used to go to school and come back.

As for Yayah Saef, he had already completed his degree, but he was in the UK furthering his studies and also working there. At home, it was mostly just Juliet and me, because Daddy was hardly around.

Sometimes I would pressure Daddy to take me to Nigeria to see our family, but he would tell me not to worry, that we would all move back there completely very soon.

That was how things continued until I reached my final year, and I was not even 18 yet.

“You wouldn’t believe how I looked at that time,” Jiddah said as she pulled off the scarf from her head and removed a cap that had been hiding her hair.

Her hair then fell down beautifully like that of an Arab woman, while Auta could only keep staring at her.

Jiddah forced a smile and said, “Zainab, I was very fashionable. That was how I dressed, and I let my hair flow down to my waist. All my clothes were trousers and tops. Even when I wore skirts, I hardly wore long gowns. And everything I used, from my clothes to my makeup, was new and modern. That is why whenever I entered school, even if it was not our department, you would hear people saying, ‘Queen, Queen…’ and I would just smile.”

I will never forget that when we were writing our final exams, Daddy told me that once I finished, we would travel to Nigeria.

I was so happy, so very happy. But if I had known that the journey would turn out the way it did, I would not have been happy at all.