Bakar Izaya Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

BAQAR IZAYA PART 1 COMPLETE HAUSA NOVEL 
 
Darkness Behind the Innocence
By Ansholly 
 
The Pouring That Started It All
 
Hainan sat quietly in thought, barely noticing the chill as cold water drenched her. Startled, she looked up and saw it was Inna Uwale, her foster mother — again, pouring water on her without reason.
 
With fire in her voice, Inna Uwale barked, “So you’re still sitting here? What have I told you about going to the stream whenever it rains?”
“I’m sorry… I noticed we already collected rainwater…” Hainan replied timidly.
 
That only fueled Inna Uwale’s rage. She dumped more water on the little girl and ordered her to fetch water from the stream — whether it rained or not.
 
The Lonely Walk
 
Hainan stepped out, head bowed, knowing better than to respond further. On her way, she overheard two elders talking about her.
“She’ll be ten in two months,” one said.
“Her case is no secret anymore.”
 
In the village, everyone knew her story — and not kindly. Her father had forbidden her from greeting him. Only the village chief treated her with some kindness.
 
A Strange Pull at the Stream
 
After prayers and filling her jug with water, Hainan sat by the stream and dozed off. When she finally woke, dusk had settled. She moved quickly, but as she stood, she felt something cold and strange grip her leg.
 
Fear overtook her. She started crying, knowing any delay meant trouble with Inna Uwale. She finally arrived home, just as the evening prayer began.
 
Night of Agony
 
Back home, Inna Uwale sat by the fire, fury written all over her face. Without a word, she made Hainan lie down, and with no warning, delivered searing pain to her leg — slashing and bruising it until Hainan passed out from the torment.
 
Her screams were so loud that villagers left the mosque and stormed the house. They found Inna Uwale gripping a knife and standing over the unconscious girl.
 
“She’s been asleep all day!” Inna Uwale barked. “Every time she sleeps, something evil happens. I’m tired of this curse!”
 
The others didn’t know what to say. Many believed her—wrongly—that Hainan’s sleep brought misfortune.
 
Hunger and Hardship
 
Inna Uwale splashed cold water on Hainan’s face until she regained consciousness. The little girl looked up in fear. “Stand up and go finish the laundry!” Inna Uwale yelled.
 
“But… my leg hurts badly,” Hainan pleaded.
 
Another slap landed. “Do I look like I care? Finish the washing or I’ll finish you!”
 
Dragging her aching body, she washed clothes well into the night. Later, starving and in pain, she snuck into the kitchen and ate the leftover food. She knew what it meant — another beating if she were caught. But hunger spoke louder.
 
The Village Chief’s Concern
 
The next morning, she avoided Inna Uwale and walked to the village chief’s house. Though his wives forbade her entry, she sat outside, knowing he would listen.
 
When he emerged from prayer, he noticed her. “Hainan, why are you here this early?” he asked.
 
Too weak to respond, she simply lifted her tear-stained face.
 
Moved, he carried her into a hut, called a servant, and administered some medicine. They rubbed balm on her wounded leg and gave her water.
 
After a while, her pain eased. “Thank you, Ardo,” she whispered.
 
Then, with a pleading look, she asked, “Who am I? They say I killed my mother… please, tell me the truth.”
 
A Painful Past
 
The village of Hainan was a mix of Fulani and Hausa clans. Long ago, two friends, Mallam Sule and Mallam Amadu, had been inseparable. Their children — Iro and Dije — grew up knowing they were promised to each other.
 
Dije, beautiful and quiet, became the envy of all young men. But she only loved Iro. When the time came, their fathers bypassed village traditions and married them off quietly — a decision that sparked gossip and resentment.
 
The wedding was simple but joyous. Iro was overjoyed; Dije accepted her fate silently.
 
A Legacy of Loss
 
But shortly after the wedding, everything changed.
 
Tragedy struck: Dije died under mysterious circumstances while pregnant. Many whispered that it was Hainan’s birth that killed her mother. Some claimed Hainan’s sleep brought calamity. Over time, even her extended family distanced themselves.
 
She was handed to Inna Uwale, who raised her with bitterness, seeing her only as a burden.
 
Suffering Without End
 
Now nearing ten years of age, Hainan’s days were full of beatings, hunger, and rejection. But she endured — every blow, every insult. Only the village chief showed her kindness.
 
That morning, as he listened to her cry and asked for her truth, he sighed deeply. “Hainan,” he said gently, “you are innocent. What happened to your mother was fate — not your fault.”
 
Tears streamed down her face. Finally, someone said what her soul needed to hear.