Auntyn Yara Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

A Sudden Encounter on the Road
 
Three luxurious cars—a 406, a Prado, and a Benz—were cruising along Girei Local Government road. From a distance, an old man lay twisting helplessly on the highway. A young woman walking by, carrying food and cold water, spotted him and rushed over. She quickly dropped her items and gently lifted his head.
 
“Baba, are you okay? What’s wrong?” she asked, knowing he couldn’t respond. Desperate, she noticed the oncoming cars. Determined, she stood in the middle of the road trying to stop them.
 
The 406 had no choice but to halt. She ran to the window, knocking hurriedly. A man inside lowered the glass and snapped, “What’s wrong with you?” But she interrupted, “Please help! That old man over there collapsed and needs help.”
They looked at each other and coldly replied, “We can’t.”
 
She didn’t waste time arguing—she ran to the Prado, banging on both front and rear windows. The rear glass went down.
 
The Gentleman in White
 
Inside was a handsome man in a clean white suit—elegant and calm. She swallowed hard and said, “Please, help me. That man is sick and I can’t lift him alone.” The young man removed his glasses, nodded, and stepped out without a word, motioning her to lead the way.
 
At the old man’s side, the lady told him, “Go ahead, lift him off the road.” The young man stared at her and replied softly, “I’m waiting for you to help. We’ll lift him together.”
 
Surprised, she asked, “You mean, as a man, you can’t lift him alone?” He just nodded. Without protest, they lifted the man and placed him by the roadside.
 
Realizing the man was fainting due to exhaustion, the young man rushed to the 406 to get an inhaler, used it, and by God’s grace, the old man regained consciousness.
 
“Thank you, Baba. Get well soon,” the young man said and turned to leave.
 
A Lesson in Kindness
 
The girl quickly returned to the Prado. As the car prepared to leave, she tapped gently. The young man rolled down the window again, asking, “Now what?”
 
Smiling, she said, “Thank you for your kindness.”
 
He asked, “Do you know that man?”
 
She replied, “No. Just humanity. Islam taught us to help.”
He was surprised: “So, you don’t even know him?”
 
“No,” she said. “But he needed help. And thank you again. May God protect your journey.”
 
As she walked away, he called out, “Young lady!” She turned.
 
“Thank you for letting me earn reward today,” he said.
 
She smiled and added, “Don’t thank me. Instead, help three more people, and tell each of them to help three others too. That way, our country might change.”
 
Then she walked away. The old man, now steady, looked at her with gratitude.
 
“Thank you, young lady. May God bless you.”
 
She replied, “Ameen, Baba. But don’t thank me. Help three others, and tell them to help three more.”
 
He asked for her name.
 
She said, “Maryam, but most call me Aunty’n Yara,” then picked up her food and left.
 
A Spark That Stayed
 
Back in the Prado, the young man couldn’t stop thinking about her words. As they drove on, they noticed three men chasing a crying girl.
 
“Stop the car,” he told his driver. He removed his suit and glasses, jumped out, and chased down two of them.
 
The girl cried, “They wanted to r**pe me!”
 
He beat the men mercilessly. “Would you want your sister treated like this?” They apologized profusely. He warned them sternly: “Next time, it could be your daughters.”
 
They promised to change. He told them: “Don’t thank me. Instead, help three people, and ask them to help three more.”
 
He told the girl the same and walked away. They all stood, watching him in awe.
 
The Man Behind the Suit
 
Back in the car, he drank cold water and wiped his shoes, then returned to wearing his suit and glasses.
 
At home, he entered a luxurious mansion. A beautiful girl in white jeans and a black top—Miher—came out. No hijab, phone in hand, clearly his sister.
 
Smiling, she teased:
“The Prince! The Captain! Bro Manosh! Where have you been?”
 
“Not now, Miher,” he said. “Let me shower first.”
 
Later, visitors came—his close friends Majid, Muhsin, Marwan, and Muhammad. They joked, watched football, and teased Manosh for not telling them he had returned.
 
Manosh laughed and shared how he met a beautiful, calm Fulani girl earlier. “She was helping someone she didn’t even know. Very rare. And guys,” he added, “we kind of…look alike.”
 
They were shocked. “You? Liking a girl?”
 
Manosh smiled shyly, “Yeah, and I’ll call her My Apple.”
 
A Heart Not Ready
 
As the friends left, Miher approached him again, saying, “My best friend Lubna likes you. She wants to tell you but is too shy.”
 
He cut her off, “Don’t push it. Let her come when she’s ready.”
 
Miher teased, “You like her too?”
 
“No, I love her like a sister.”
 
Then, he revealed a secret.
 
Lubna’s True Story
 
“Lubna isn’t Marwan’s blood sister. Marwan’s parents couldn’t have a girl, so they adopted her as a baby. Only the family knows this—not Lubna.”
 
Miher was stunned. “Are you serious?”
 
“Dead serious,” Manosh said.
 
She nodded solemnly, promising to keep it a secret.
 
“Anyway,” Manosh added, “Lubna is beautiful and kind, but I’m not ready for love. Not yet.”
 
He stood up to leave.
 
“Where are you going?” she asked.
 
“To see my boss, then get a haircut.”
 
He waved as he left. Miher raised her hand in farewell. His guards stood to follow, but he stopped them.
 
“Not today. I’m going alone.”