Hukuncin Allah Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Yusuf hurried so much, almost stumbling as he ran to reach the place. She, on the other hand, turned around to see how he was approaching, and instinctively moved backward, closing her eyes tightly, waiting to see where his hand would land on her face.

When he reached her, he grabbed her ears firmly with both hands, twisted them hard, and then turned toward the school gate, pulling her along into their house. She immediately screamed, flailing her arms, calling out:

“Aunty! Aunty! Hamma Yusuf, take your hands off my ears!”

He kept pulling her with all his strength, feeling the sting from the force, while Zahra, though frustrated and angry, wanted to fight back. But she was cautious—whenever her Aunty was around, she never resisted anything seriously, knowing her Aunty wouldn’t see it as important.

They entered the house and went straight to the parlour where her Aunty was sitting. Mama followed behind, worried:

“Yusuf, if you keep pulling her ears like that, you’ll hurt her!”

Yusuf stayed silent as they reached the parlour. Her Aunty, noticing them, said:

“Really, Yusuf, you’re being too hard on Zahra. She’s still a child, everyone has their own way. Let the girl rest—when she grows up, she will manage on her own.”

He placed her on a chair and then went to the bedroom. He opened her wardrobe, grabbed one of her hijabs, and returned to the parlour to put it on her. Then, frowning and glaring at her, he said:

“Listen, don’t think I won’t notice. Take your mat and go to class. If I catch you at Idi’s class misbehaving again, I’ll break your leg so you can’t dance anymore.”

Quietly, she left, wrapped in her mat. As usual, when crossing the street outside their house, she covered her face with her hijab before stepping onto the road. She always made sure to look before crossing, never opening her eyes to spot vehicles like cars or keke napep, yet somehow she managed to cross safely and reached her school.

Once there, she joined her group of students, sat down, and began fidgeting with her eyes alert, as if seeking trouble. She confronted Amira, the teacher’s daughter, glaring and frowning at her. Zahra noticed Amira’s leg had a swelling full of pus. Spitting in disgust, she said:

“Amira, cover your wound, I don’t want to see it.”

Amira, spitting back, replied:

“I won’t cover it. Your wound or mine.”

Seeing the commotion, Bappa Jangirde shouted at them:

“NJange-NJange! Be! Sini! Mimarra! Alifi! Lallamu! Hasakeri!”

He raised his hands, directing attention to the whole class of boys and girls. The chaos between the students caused Amira to press against Zahra, unintentionally rubbing the pus from her wound against Zahra. Feeling the pain, Zahra glared at Amira, picked up the rubber sandal near her, and struck Amira’s leg hard on the pus-filled wound. The pus squirted out, intensifying the pain.

Amira screamed, writhing in agony, while Bappa Jangirde rushed to see what had happened. Zahra, seeing him approach, quickly stood, pushed her mat aside, removed one sandal from her foot, and left, heading home.

At home, Yusuf looked at his Aunty directly and said:

“Aunty, the children are the responsibility of their parents, and it’s your duty to watch over them. Honestly, if anything happens, no matter what Zahra does, it’s not your fault. She’s always around boys, and you don’t pay attention. When she misbehaves, you just say, ‘She’s still a child.’ But I swear, if I don’t control her, I won’t stop keeping an eye on her.”

After saying this, he went upstairs to his room. Quickly, he removed his uniform because the call for Asr prayer had started at the mosque near their house.

Meanwhile, in the parlour, his Aunty was leaving. Mama looked at her calmly and said:

“Aunty, did you hear what Yusuf said? Do you think he’s exaggerating? No, he’s telling the truth. We live in a time when if you’re careless with your children, even when they are young, a single reckless person can ruin your child, take away her chastity and peace. Parents must always watch over their children to prevent harm.”

She smiled and replied:

“Mama, Insha Allah, it’s okay. God will protect them.”

Mama then left, realizing there was no way she could fully understand what was really going on.