Auren Lagos Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Morning Preparations and the Journey to School
“You won’t go out unless you want to be late,” she said from inside. “I’m coming, I’m just picking my bag.”
A young girl stepped out of the room wearing a clean white uniform—neatly ironed blouse and trousers, with a long hijab that almost touched the ground. She knelt down and said, “Our mother, I’m leaving.”
Her mother replied, “Go to your father’s room, greet him, then you can go.”
“Alright,” she answered.
Their mother headed toward her father’s room, greeted him properly, and after that returned. She met her mother’s close friend and greeted her, “Anty, good morning.”
“Good morning, my dear,” the woman replied.
She then turned to her father and greeted him, “Good morning, Father.”
He replied, “Did you wake up well, Hajiya?”
“Yes, very well, Father,” she answered.
He then said, “Here, take this, use it for a tricycle (napep).”
“Thank you very much, Father,” she said.
“Goodbye, Anty, I’ll be back later.”
“Go safely,” they replied.
She left the house around 7:30 a.m. Walking toward the roadside, her bag full of books hanging from her shoulder, her head lowered modestly. People passed by, turning back to look at her.
Among them, one young man nudged his friend and said, “My friend, that girl attracts me. She’s calm, gentle, and completely different from girls these days—no noise, no arrogance, and full of modesty.”
The other replied jokingly, “Which girl like that will you find nowadays?”
The first said, “Honestly, even a little of her character—I’ve liked that girl for a long time, but I can’t approach her because of her dignity and presence.”
The other laughed and said, “Then man up and be serious. At least escort her to Abdullahi Bin Mas’ud School.”
They dropped the matter and headed to their class.
She met her classmates, each with a Qur’an in front of them, and went to sit with her two friends, Basira and Rahama. She greeted them, “Good morning.”
They replied, “Alhamdulillah,” and made space for her to sit.
School Life and the Return Home
When they settled down, Mallam Ali entered with his Qur’an. The lesson began with Suratul Yasin. After one full page, they were told to memorize it for the next day. Mallam left, and it was break time.
Afterward, they returned for Hadith and Tauhid lessons. When school closed, Kairiyya and her friends stepped out to the roadside near the school. Rahama said, “Tomorrow we have English and Maths.”
They all agreed, boarded a tricycle, and asked to be dropped at the old market.
The tricycle dropped them at the old market. Each of them paid ₦150 and went their separate ways toward their homes. Kairiyya entered a modest house—simple but neat. It was a small compound with two rooms and a parlour, her father’s room, and a kitchen. On the other side was their toilet and bathroom, neatly tiled, with a water tap fixed to the wall.
Kairiyya greeted as she entered and found her parents sitting outside enjoying fresh air because of the heat. They returned her greeting.
She said, “Our mother, I’m back.”
Her mother didn’t reply, but her aunt answered, “Welcome back.”
“Yes,” Kairiyya replied.
Her aunt said, “Go and sprinkle water and eat. I know you’re tired and it’s hot.”
“Alright, Anty,” she said.
She went into the room, removed her uniform, tied a wrapper around her chest, adjusted her hijab, went to the bathroom to bathe, performed ablution for Zuhr prayer, then returned and wore a light gown. She brought out her food, opened her aunt’s fridge, took a bottle of zobo drink, and said, “Anty, I took some zobo.”
“No problem, Kairiyya,” her aunt replied.
Her mother then said, “After eating, come and cook for yourself. Their school is nearby.”
“Alright, Mother,” she replied.
After eating, Kairiyya put on her hijab and asked, “Mother, where is the food?”
Her mother pretended not to hear, then said, “It’s in the kitchen. Hurry up and come back, I’ll send you on an errand soon.”
“Okay,” she answered.
As she walked, tears filled her eyes. She wondered why her mother didn’t show her affection the way she did to her friends and their parents.
The Story of Kairiyya’s Roots
Kairiyya’s parents originally came from Yobe State. Her father was born in a village in Gashaka, under Potiskum Local Government. He was a full-blooded Kare-Kare man. Her mother, on the other hand, was Fulani. In search of livelihood, her maternal grandfather moved to Nigeria and settled in Potiskum, where he married a Kanuri woman named Falmata. They later had a daughter named Lubabatu, whom they called Luba.
Kairiyya’s father, Mallam Aminu, completed his primary education in Gashaka with excellent results and was brought to Potiskum for secondary school at a government boys’ school. He completed his studies in six years and already had strong Islamic knowledge. He then went into business, selling imported goods such as refrigerators, blenders, irons, and more. He owned a big shop in Potiskum and returned to the village every year for farming.
One day, while Aminu was in his shop, two young women came to buy a refrigerator. They greeted him, and he replied warmly. He asked what size they wanted, and they joked about imported ones being better. He laughed and agreed. One of them introduced her friend as Bilkisu, but the girl said her name was Lubabatu. Aminu admired the name and asked if she was Kanuri. She said yes, while he told them he was Kare-Kare. They laughed, exchanged jokes, and left, paying ₦15,000 as deposit. As they left, Lubabatu felt something stir in her heart.
Two days later, Aminu prepared himself and went to Lubabatu’s house. With the help of a young boy, he announced his presence. Lubabatu’s mother was surprised when she heard Aminu’s name. Lubabatu, hearing it from inside, felt her heart skip—he has come, she thought.
They met, exchanged greetings, and talked politely. Aminu expressed his intentions clearly. Two days later, he sent his elders to formally ask for Lubabatu’s hand in marriage. The proposal was accepted, a date was fixed, and within two months, their marriage was conducted. Lubabatu moved into Aminu’s house at the old market area of Potiskum, and they lived peacefully.
After two years, Allah blessed them with a daughter. Aminu named her after his eldest sister, Fatima, but she was called Kairiyya. Aminu loved her deeply, openly showing affection, while her mother loved her quietly due to shyness. Later, twins Hassan and Husain were born, followed by Nabil and Shukura. Aminu later married a second wife—Kairiyya’s aunt—who loved her dearly. She later gave birth to Kausar, then twins Shahid and Shahida.
Kairiyya grew up as a calm, gentle, well-mannered girl. She was beautiful, fair-skinned, with long dark hair reaching her shoulders, striking eyes, and a graceful presence inherited from her mixed Fulani, Kanuri, and Kare-Kare heritage. She attended a private school—Abdullahi Bin Mas’ud English and Arabic School—where she completed primary education and moved on to secondary school. She also attended another Arabic-English school, Almadina, in Potiskum. She left home by 7:30 a.m. every day and returned by 5:00 p.m.