A Jini Take Izzata Part 1 Compleete Hausa Novel

At Sunset on a Calm Afternoon
It was around the time of the late afternoon prayer, as the sun was already close to setting. There was a pleasant breeze in the air, not because it was cold, but simply because the atmosphere of the town was calm and refreshing. Two young girls were walking side by side, both dressed in long hijabs that reached the ground and matched in color. One of them wore a niqab and carried a bag slung over her shoulder, while the other wore only a hijab.
The one in the niqab was holding the hand of a small, handsome boy—very fair-skinned and no more than five years old—dressed in a school uniform, which made it clear they were returning from Islamiyya school. I slowly shifted my gaze to the face of the girl without the niqab. Despite her obvious beauty, her face lacked brightness, as though something had upset her or been done to her. Still, no matter how gloomy her expression was, it couldn’t hide the striking beauty of her face. If not for her modest dressing, one could easily mistake her for an Arab girl. Everything about her resembled them—the large, captivating eyes with deep black pupils, the long slim nose perfectly set on her face, and her small reddish lips, which were the most charming feature of all.
They reached home without either of the girls saying a single word to the other.
Identical Faces, Different Reactions
The house was large and beautiful. Though it wasn’t overly luxurious, its size and modern design made it very attractive. Right from the parlour, Afaaf tossed her bag aside—the same bag she had been holding in her hand since they left school because she couldn’t bring herself to hang it on her shoulder. She walked straight into the room as though she had been chased.
Ammi watched her go, then turned her attention to Afrah, who was lying down and removing her niqab.
“Are you okay? What happened to Afaaf today?” Ammi asked.
Afrah laughed lightly as she removed the niqab from her face, revealing her beautiful fair complexion. At first glance, it was obvious that she was Afaaf’s twin sister. They looked exactly alike—same big eyes, same long nose, same small beautiful mouth. If one didn’t pause to observe carefully, it would be almost impossible to tell them apart. The only noticeable difference was that while Afaaf had black pupils, Afrah’s eyes were brown and soft-looking.
“Subhanallah, Masha Allah,” I found myself saying as I fully realized they were truly identical twins. They couldn’t have been more than seventeen years old, both slim and equally graceful in body structure.
“Ammi, it’s because of Gwani,” Afrah said in her soft, naturally trembling voice, a voice that sounded as though she was always afraid, even though that was simply how she spoke.
“Gwani again? What happened this time?” Ammi asked.
Afrah shook her head. “Nothing serious. We were just given a new teacher. Gwani Affan is now our class teacher.”
“So she’s angry because of school again?” Ammi asked sharply.
“No, Ammi. What annoyed her is that he sent word that tomorrow he’ll start by collecting memorization.”
Ammi clicked her tongue and shook her head. “If she refuses, she’ll answer to me or her father.” With that, she stood up and left the parlour. Afrah watched her go, sighed quietly, then stood up and went to their room.
Sisters, Tension, and Quiet Reconciliation
After Afrah finished her chores, she sat on the bed, took her Qur’an from her bag, and began to recite. While she was reading, Afaaf came out of the bathroom, clearly having bathed. She changed into her nightwear and lay on the bed. Afrah closed her Qur’an and asked,
“What are you going to do?”
“Sleep,” Afaaf replied, glancing away. It was the first time I heard her voice—remarkably identical to Afrah’s. Without seeing their faces, one could never tell who was speaking.
“Take your Qur’an and read. You know how Gwani is,” Afrah said.
Afaaf pouted. “Today, I just want to annoy him. He’s too proud, acting like he’s somebody important. What kind of person demands memorization on his very first day? I’m not memorizing anything.”
Afrah quickly grabbed her, clearly annoyed. “Get out of my sight! Is that how you talk about Gwani? Get up and study—he won’t tolerate your nonsense.”
“Please, Didi, leave me alone,” Afaaf said quietly, remembering Gwani’s strictness.
Afrah clenched her fists and continued memorizing silently. Afaaf lay down, but she couldn’t sleep after seeing the look on her sister’s face. With a soft click of her tongue, she sat up, took her Qur’an, and joined Afrah on the bed. She pretended to read, though she had no intention of memorizing—only revising casually.
When Afrah finished and noticed Afaaf resting her head on her shoulder, she tapped her head lightly.
“Didi, I read. I’m sorry,” Afaaf said, pouting.
Afrah smiled. “Alright, but stop the way you talk about Gwani Affan. I don’t know what your problem with him is.”
Afaaf sighed. “Please, let’s drop this topic. It upsets me.”
“Okay,” Afrah said, trying to stand.
“No, Didi,” Afaaf added quickly. “How will I know you’ve forgiven me? Smile.”
She smiled brightly, revealing her true beauty. Afrah smiled back, once again highlighting just how identical they were—same features, same expressions, even the same smile.