Zafin So Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

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WORDS OF THANKS:

All praise and thanks belong to Allah, the Most High. May He increase peace and blessings upon the Messenger of peace, our Prophet Muhammad (SAW), and upon his family. Our thanks go to all our lovers, men and women, wherever you are. Even though this is the beginning of writing our novel, mine and Hanee’s, we hope you will stay with us in this story. Don’t let anyone tell you the story.

INTRODUCTION

This story contains the tale of a young girl who grew up in the comfort and privilege of her parents. However, alas! She used this opportunity to humiliate everyone who was beneath her, and as a result of that, she would eventually come to regret it.

Our Muslim brothers and sisters! Know that if Allah has granted you health, opportunity, time, and wealth, and you use them by showing ingratitude for what He has given you, then know this: there are thousands of people seeking health, opportunity, time, and wealth but have not gotten them. So why is it that you have been given this chance and then choose to waste it? We ask Allah to further guide our hearts and grant us the ability to make use of the health and opportunity Allah has given us.

COMING SOON............

Haneefah and Amrah

We were walking with Hanee, not even looking back at all. In fact, when it got far, we even started running just so we could catch sight of this wealthy girl. We did not stop until we reached the gate of some beautifully built house, and just by seeing it you could tell it belonged to someone of importance. Right by the gate, the girl stopped her ash-colored Range Rover. She honked, but there was silence; the gate was not opened. After about two minutes she honked again, but the gate man still did not open the gate. In anger, she came out of the car without even taking her bag, and left the car open as she went into the house. When she entered, she found the gate man lying down and trembling with cold, showing that he was not well. She did not even look at how he was feeling; she raised her hand and slapped him hard. He held his cheeks as hot tears fell down his face. Before he could recover, she struck him with another slap, and only then did she say, “Who is your father that I had to honk twice and you still couldn’t open the gate for me? Especially since you know that as for my habit, I only honk once, even if you are praying—you must stop and come open the gate so I can enter the house. Tch! Useless fool!”

She left without going back to the car she had parked outside. She walked a long distance before reaching the courtyard of their house, and entered directly without even greeting anyone. She found Momy reclining while someone was massaging her feet. She fell into her lap, trying to catch her breath. Alarmed, Momy sat up and said, “Oh my goodness, little one, what happened to you? You look like you are not in your senses.” The beautiful girl said, “Momy, who brought that foolish man to our house?” Momy said, “Who are you talking about?” With a spoiled tone she said, “That gate man, of course.” Momy said, “Oh! You mean Baba Faruku? Daddy himself brought him. He said he felt sorry for him. What did he do to you, little one?” “Momy, I honked three times and he refused to open the gate. I even left the car outside, with the key still in it; I didn’t remove it because I was so furious.” Momy stood up and said, “Little one! Are you out of your mind? Aren’t you afraid it will be stolen? You know it was only brought yesterday, and the other one you left there was stolen from you at the wedding house.” As if waiting for Momy to finish speaking, she burst into tears and said, “Momy! Today it’s me you are scolding and even pointing at? Momy, since I was born, you have never done this to me, because of that foolish old gate man? Then I’m going to where he is. By Allah, he must leave this house today, no matter whose father stands for him.”

Princess Amrah

She went out without even a headscarf on her head, and she did not even bother to look for shoes. She headed straight for the gate man’s room, found him still trembling with cold, even worse than how she had left him before. Without waiting for anything, she burst into his room, dragged him out, and threw him outside. She looked beside his mattress and saw a small Ghana Must Go bag. She picked it up and threw it at him just as Momy arrived there. She came out of the room and said, “Because of you Momy scolded me and even pointed at me with her finger. By Allah, today you must leave this house, you useless old man. Go back to the village and keep eating guinea-corn porridge there, tchhh!” She clicked her tongue and left the place.

What angered her was that Momy could not say a single thing to her. After she had gone some distance, with difficulty the old gate man said, “SAFNA!!! Is this how you humiliate me? Is this what you call me, a useless old man? Though I do not blame you. It is my fault for lowering myself and serving in your house, hmmm!! This is indeed seeking one’s livelihood. Insha Allah, just as I sought it from you, you humiliate me; yet I am old enough to be your grandfather. I ask Allah to bring the day when you too will seek from me....” He finished speaking amid pitiful tears.

She quickly returned to where he was and slapped him again, saying, “No, it’s not Amen, old NAJADU!! Allah is greater than you, and I will never seek anything from you. My father has money, enough that even after his death I will still eat from it and even give charity to beggars like you.” She spat on the ground and said, “Ugh! Your ugly beginning.”

She ran away from the place because of the heat of anger.