Bakar Akida Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The Mother’s Anger and Salman’s Obedience
 
> “By Allah, Salman! You’d rather marry Salma and bring her into this house as my daughter-in-law? God forbid! Here’s a girl from a wealthy family — one who inherited honor and riches from her ancestors just like you. Yet you insist on marrying that poor witch, the daughter of a family of sorcerers, with a cursed background!”
 
“I don’t understand what you see in Salma that Minal doesn’t have! Of all the beautiful women in this world, you chose that poverty-stricken girl whose entire family can’t even afford a bicycle, let alone a motorcycle! By Allah, if I, Hajiya Mai Gado, truly gave birth to you, you will not marry Salma. Minal is my choice for you, and she is the one you must marry. Now get out of my sight before I lose my temper! Don’t ever mention that girl’s name to me again!”
 
 
 
Salman, kneeling before his mother with tears burning his red eyes, raised his head and said softly,
 
> “May Allah calm your heart, Ammina. In shaa Allah, I’ll do my best to restrain my feelings and follow your command.”
 
 
 
His mother pointed toward the door furiously.
 
> “Get out, Salman! Leave me alone so I can have peace. So, even now, you still think of that Salma instead of Minal? Get out!”
 
 
 
Salman bowed respectfully and replied,
 
> “I’m sorry, Hajiya. In shaa Allah, this won’t happen again.”
 
 
 
He quietly left the room, tears rolling down his cheeks. He knew his mother’s temper well — her anger was not something to test. As he walked to his room, his chest ached with love for Salma and hatred for Minal.
 
> “No matter what happens, I can never stop loving Salma,” he whispered to himself. “She is my choice, not Minal, that shameless girl. I don’t know where this dark belief in our family came from, but I pray Allah makes them see the truth.”
 
The Life of Salma — The Humble Girl
 
Salma sat in their small, crumbling courtyard, mixing millet flour with sugar for breakfast. Beside her, an elderly woman pounded in a mortar — tim, tin, tuuum! — the sound of pestle and mortar echoing through the quiet compound.
 
Salma finished mixing the flour and called out,
 
> “Inna, let me finish pounding for you so you can rest. You know you don’t have the strength anymore.”
 
 
 
But the old woman smiled weakly and said,
 
> “Leave it, Salma. I’ll finish myself. You’re too soft for this kind of work. You’re different from everyone in this house — your hands and body were not made for hardship. I really pity you, Salma.”
 
 
 
Salma smiled — a smile more painful than tears — and replied,
 
> “Oh, Inna, don’t worry about our life. This is what Allah destined for us. Remember, no one in our family is rich, but at least we have life and health. Many rich people out there have wealth but no peace or health. Let’s thank Allah for everything He has given us.”
 
 
 
She took the pestle again and continued pounding, though it was obvious she struggled. Inna watched her daughter with tears in her eyes, praying silently,
 
> “Ya Allah, she was born into poverty and grew up in it. Please let her die in wealth and ease. Spare her from the suffering we’ve endured.”
 
 
 
Salma’s strength was failing, but she kept working — for her mother’s sake. Their only means of survival was the flour (surfe) they made and sold daily.
 
 Minal — The Proud Daughter of Privilege
 
In a luxurious mansion cooled by air conditioning, Minal sat cross-legged on a sofa, dressed in tight green designer jeans and a matching top. Her earpiece was plugged in as she listened to Justin Bieber, nodding and closing her eyes in rhythm.
 
Across the room, her housemaids sat on the floor watching TV quietly. One of them, Falmata, stood up and said respectfully,
 
> “My lady, the time for prayer has come. Shall we pray?”
 
 
 
Minal hissed loudly.
 
> “Tch! What kind of fool are you? Can’t you wait until you go back to your poor father’s house before doing your prayers? Did anyone bring you here to teach me religion?”
 
 
 
Falmata trembled and said softly,
 
> “I’m sorry, Anty Minal.”
 
 
 
Minal smirked.
 
> “It’s fine. When you get home, you can pray all at once. Even me — I prefer combining three or four prayers together. It’s easier that way, isn’t it?”
 
 
 
“Of course, Anty,” both maids replied, glancing at each other nervously.
 
Then Minal turned to Falmata again,
 
> “Hey you, how many prayers are there in a day again? I forgot — three or four?”
 
 
 
Falmata lowered her gaze.
 
> “No, Anty, five prayers — Subh (two rak’ahs), Zuhr and Asr (four each), Maghrib (three), and Isha (four).”
 
 
 
Minal laughed mockingly.
 
> “So many? I’ve only been doing two each time!”
 
 
 
Falmata was stunned but remained silent, whispering in her heart,
 
> “Ya Allah, guide her. She studied in London among non-Muslims, but she doesn’t know even the basics of Islam. She may have worldly knowledge, but nothing about her faith.”
 
 
 
Meanwhile, Minal continued singing, puffing on her shisha pipe as foreign music filled the air.
 
Background of the Main Characters
 
Dr. Salman Tahir Galadima
 
A 30-year-old handsome doctor who studied in India and now works at General Hospital, Argungu. His late father, Alhaji Tahir Galadima, was a wealthy, kind man known for generosity and faith. His mother, Hajiya Bilkisu (Mai Gado), is proud and power-hungry — she despises the poor and has passed her arrogance to her daughter, Ilhaam. Salman, however, inherited his father’s humility and compassion.
 
Barrister Minal Maina Sadauki
 
A 26-year-old lawyer educated in London. She’s beautiful but arrogant, shameless, and lacks Islamic manners or modesty. Though intelligent and successful, she has little respect for religion or culture, and does whatever she pleases. She is the niece of Hajiya Mai Gado.
 
Salma Abu Sufyan (Mai Waldah)
 
A 20-year-old beautiful, dark-skinned girl known for her humility, faith, and wisdom. She grew up in poverty in Argungu’s Allugu area, where her family survives through blacksmithing (walda) and pounding flour (surfe). She met Dr. Salman when he treated her at the hospital, and their relationship blossomed into pure love — one that faced fierce rejection from his wealthy family.