Auren Fari Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The Accident with the Soup
 
Sauri walked briskly, gripping the bowl of oily soup. She had gone to the hospital earlier to take food, but in her clumsiness, she forgot the soup at home. Now she was rushing back to fetch it, terrified that Yaya Abba might return from the mosque and hear about her mistake.
 
Fakam fakam fakam — she charged ahead without looking, and rikichaaa! she collided with a man. The soup splashed all over him, drenching his spotless white gizna. Hot pepper stung his eye, making him wince in pain. She had slipped, the soup smeared all over her hijab.
 
“Mallam! What kind of insult is this? Can’t you watch where you’re going? You’ve ruined my Islamic school hijab!” she shouted.
 
He tried wiping his eye, ignoring her rants, until a man behind him pulled her aside. She kept pressing — “You’ll pay for my soup and my hijab!”
 
When he turned to look at her, his eyes were red with pain and anger. “Didn’t your family teach you manners? Do you know the value of what you just ruined?” he barked.
 
She fired back, “Do you know how much my soup cost? Or the price of this hijab?”
 
“Shut up!” he roared, grabbing her arm. People gathered, trying to calm him. But she refused to let go of his hand until he flung her aside. She landed on the ground, wailing.
 
Back at the Hospital
 
Abba emerged from the mosque to find a crowd. Seeing Umaimah on the floor, his face darkened. He dragged her inside and slapped her twice before asking for the story. When she explained, he beat her again until Goggo intervened.
 
The food had to be replaced — this time bought from a vendor.
 
Umaimah’s Life
 
Umaimah was an orphan in her uncle’s house, where cruelty was constant. No school, no kindness — only chores. She often helped neighbours with cleaning, laundry, or babysitting. People appreciated her service, unlike her family, who mocked her.
 
After the soup incident, she avoided the man for weeks. Goggo was discharged from the hospital, and life moved on. But in her heart, Umaimah wished for another meeting — not to reconcile, but to repay the humiliation.
 
An Unexpected Reunion
 
One day, Alhaji Yakuba’s household was preparing for a wedding. Hajia offered Umaimah a choice of fine clothes from Asma’u’s stash. She picked a milk-coloured lace skirt and top, paired with shoes and a headscarf.
 
At the wedding venue, Fiddausi, the bride’s sister, called Umaimah to help with serving.
 
As Umaimah carried trays toward the high table, the man — the very same man from the soup incident — spotted her. He stepped back, pretending to take a call, then followed her into the hall.
 
When she tried to sit, he kicked the chair away. Fiddausi rescued her, asking her to serve the groomsmen upstairs.
 
History Repeats
 
On her third trip, carrying cocktail juice and meat, she reached the high table — and in a moment of clumsiness, spilled it all over him.
 
The hall froze. He grabbed her scarf and used it to wipe himself, muttering, “This girl keeps costing me, but I’ll deal with her today.”
 
She stood, humiliated, without her scarf, unable to cross the hall bareheaded. He ordered her to clean the mess. As she bent down, her small head coverings fell apart.
 
Escalation
 
When Fiddausi told her to fetch a towel, Umaimah followed — head uncovered — feeling eyes burning into her. She returned to find her scarf on the floor near his foot, already stained with food.
 
She handed him the towel with a glare. He watched her closely, repeating her name in his mind — Umaimah. She began wiping him clean, deliberately smearing more sauce where it hadn’t reached.
 
He stared, stunned by her audacity. As she tried to leave, he yanked her back, opened her blouse slightly, and poured soup inside her top. She stumbled back, soaked, meat lodged in her bra.
 
Tears welled up — the humiliation was unbearable.
 
Breaking Point
 
She fled to the back of the hall, crying. “I’ll wait until everyone leaves,” she whispered to herself. “Then I’ll take my scarf and head-tie, even if they’re soaked in soup. I swear, whoever he is in this town, I’ll repay this insult.”
 
Inside the hall, his friends urged him to leave, but he refused. He couldn’t just walk through the crowd — not after what had happened. His face was set in stone. “Go ahead without me,” he told them.