Diddigar Kaya 1&2 Complete Hausa Novel

A heavy, resounding slap—one that threatened to take away her hearing and sight—landed on her. She fell to the ground, clutching her cheek, tears flooding down her face like a broken tap pouring water nonstop.

“Shut your mouth! Fool, hypocrite, senseless girl… You still think there’s any useless reason of yours that can stop this wedding? You still have the nerve to reject it? So you want to show the world you’re truly a shameless, worthless girl? Listen well—even if a spirit came, it couldn’t stop this marriage unless the groom himself says he doesn’t want it. You have no power to stop it!”

Through heart‑wrenching sobs that would move even stone, she said,

“I agree, Baba Alhaji… let my marriage be done the day after tomorrow. I accept that you choose a husband for me anywhere… No matter how he is… Whether poor or disabled, old or young… Whatever his complexion or character, I will live with him—just don’t force me to marry this tyrant. Please, Baba, help me…”

She finished in intense sobbing, almost collapsing.

He shot her a cruel look and said,

“Even if you die, your wedding to FAIZAN will be done the day after tomorrow! And whatever he does to you, you will stay with him, you fool. You think you can make me argue with my elder brother over something that benefits me? I’m sure even Faizan himself doesn’t want to marry a shameless prostitute like you!”

She looked at her father with shattered eyes. He was calling her a prostitute directly to her face. Her sobs deepened in bitterness. It wasn’t anyone else’s fault—it was her parents’ fault. They were the ones who threw her into the life she now lived. But how could they fail to be just and force her to marry the one person in the world she hated most? What kind of life would that be? He too hated her even more than she hated him.

She sprang up and ran out, crying harder, not caring about the crowd gathered in the house to witness what she called this terrible, dark marriage. She collapsed on her mother’s lap in confusion and despair.

“Ammi! Baba Alhaji doesn’t love me. Ammi, please do something—don’t let them kill me before my time ends! I swear I hate him. I don’t love him. Please, have mercy on me, Ammi…”

Her mother stroked her head with a heart weighed down by sorrow. If there were people she hated most in this life, it was Faizan’s mother and father. Why did every aspect of her family’s life have to be carried out only by their command?

Only Allah knew the state of her marriage and home because of them. Why didn’t she have freedom in her own house with her husband? What did they have over them—money? Status? Why was Professor’s command always above everyone else’s for Sulaiman? Where was the love Jaddah claimed to have for Fauziyya?

“Fauziyya, be patient. I’ve tried everything to stop this marriage, but I failed. Even my own marriage is shaking because of it. Be strong and let the wedding happen, but I will never force you to stay or obey. This time again, Aisha has defeated me…”

She pulled away from her mother and ran out again, eyes closed, searching only for escape. She rushed into Jaddah’s section of the house without noticing the people present and cried out:

“I will kill myself! I swear I will kill myself! The day my marriage to that tyrant is performed, I swear I will die. They will carry my corpse to his room. Forgive me, Jaddah…”

A calm but furious voice filled with pain cut through her ears—the kind of voice that tolerated no nonsense. A voice she hated more than anything in the world. It sounded like thunder crashing through her ears and body.

“Did you hear that, Baba? I have never argued with you in my life. I have never turned white into black when you said it was white. Just this once, fear Allah and don’t force me to do what I cannot. You can throw me into fire and force this marriage, but I cannot be just between her and Fatima. Above all, I don’t want to be tied by blood to an immoral woman. If this marriage happens, I and my family are being wronged…”

A sharp slap cut him off before he could finish.

He raised his reddened eyes and stared at her for minutes without speaking. It was the first time in his life his mother had ever struck him—because of this calamity. Furious, he stood and stormed out.

“What is your reason for rejecting this marriage?”

Jaddah asked her for the first time, looking straight at her.

She remained silent, crying intensely. The word immoral he had thrown at her pierced her heart deeply.

“You have no reason? Then get out of my room.”

She looked at Jaddah in disbelief, backing away slowly before turning and running out in tears.

Jaddah held her head, feeling the pain of what was happening within her family. She turned her gaze toward him; he sat silently, deep in thought. After a while, he lifted his head respectfully and said,

“Truly, my heart is troubled and distressed, Hajiya. I have never done anything so humiliating in my life—not in all my history up to the position I hold today. I even arrange marriages for neighbors and they accept with joy, let alone for my own children…”