Baqar Mace Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Farouq’s Determination and Ishaq’s Disapproval
 
“Haba mana Farouq, try to understand me! Why can’t you open your eyes and see what I’m trying to tell you? I’m not ridiculing her…” Ishaq tried to explain before Farouq raised his hand to silence him.
 
“Ishaq, if you can’t support me on this girl, then wallahi, leave me alone,” Farouq said firmly.
 
Ishaq shook his head. “I don’t see anything special in this dark-skinned girl. She’s black and not beautiful. And the most annoying part is the pride she carries, as if she’s the prettiest.”
 
Farouq’s eyes widened. “Self-respect is a good thing. Any woman without pride is not a woman.”
 
Still unconvinced, Ishaq placed a hand on his shoulder. “Farouq, look at yourself. Look at how Allah blessed you. Beautiful women with class are begging for your love, yet you ignore them for this black girl?”
 
Farouq brushed his hand off angrily. “A woman who clings to a man has no class. And remember, even the Prophet (SAW) said a woman has the right to express her love. Don’t bother me with useless talk. What I need is an idea—how do I win Farida’s heart?”
 
Ishaq laughed. “Aren’t you ashamed to show her off among our friends? She’s black, plain… no match for you.”
 
Farouq snapped. “Shut your mouth! I’ll never be ashamed of showing her to anyone. If there’s anything I love most, it’s Farida. Nothing will stop me from marrying her.”
 
Annoyed, he pushed Ishaq out of his room, locked the door, and lay on his bed, thinking of Farida. With a whispering prayer in his heart, he asked Allah to make her love him back. Sleep soon carried him away.
 
 
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Farida’s Motherly Counsel
 
Meanwhile, Farida was sitting with her mother, Umma, after a meal. She rested her head on Umma’s lap as her mother stroked her hair.
 
“Farida, you should stop the way you treat Farouq. I like that boy. He’s sensible and well-mannered. Don’t push him too far with your pride. Remember, too much pride can shatter everything,” Umma advised.
 
She smiled softly. “That boy looks like an Arab, handsome and determined. If not for true love, he wouldn’t have chosen you. You know yourself that you and Farouq aren’t an equal match in worldly sense. Allah only placed his love in your heart.”
 
Farida nodded slowly. “In Shaa Allah, I’ll change my behavior. I promise I won’t do that to him again.”
 
“Good,” Umma said warmly. “Fix your ways, my daughter, fix them!”
 
Later, after her bath, Farida dressed in an atamfa skirt and blouse, applied red lipstick, and perfumed herself. Though her face wasn’t striking, her natural fragrance always amazed her mother.
 
When her phone rang, Umma smiled knowingly. “It’s Farouq, isn’t it?”
 
“Yes, Umma,” Farida replied and answered. Indeed, Farouq was at the gate. Since her father forbade her from going outside, she asked him to come in.
 
“Just don’t show him your bad side again,” Umma teased.
 
Farida giggled. “I don’t have a bad side, Umma.”
 
But Umma knew—her daughter often tested Farouq’s patience.
 
Love Confessions and Ishaq’s Accusations
 
When Farida welcomed Farouq in the parlor, she was relieved to find him alone. Ishaq wasn’t there; she never liked him.
 
She greeted Farouq politely, her face softer than usual. He noticed immediately. For the first time, her responses were gentle instead of harsh. His heart leapt with joy.
 
“Farida,” he said with a hopeful smile, “will you marry me?”
 
Normally she would laugh off such words, but today she blushed, covered her face, and ran inside. Farouq laughed happily. Raising his hands, he prayed silently for Allah to bless their union.
 
Later, he sat with Umma, sharing his excitement about Farida’s change. Just then Ishaq walked in. After hearing Farouq’s story, Ishaq scoffed.
 
“Umma, don’t you know? That girl is not only ugly—she’s possessed by jinns!”
 
Farouq’s temper exploded. “Ishaq, I never want to see your face again! Stay out of my life.”
 
Umma calmed him down. “Enough, Farouq. Go inside.”
 
When he left, she turned to Ishaq. “Why are you always discouraging him? A true friend should support, not destroy. And who told you Farida has jinn?”
 
“A neighbor said so,” Ishaq muttered.
 
“Have you ever seen where jinn possession stops marriage? If she is his choice, then let it be. Don’t weaken his resolve. Pray for them instead.”
 
Ashamed, Ishaq promised to stop. Still, deep down, he couldn’t understand why Farouq chose Farida over countless other women.
 
Farida’s Struggles and the Family’s Prayer
 
Later, Farida sat gloomy in her room. Umma noticed immediately. “Her jinns must be disturbing her again,” she thought.
 
Since no one else was home, she quickly called Malam Ahmad, Farida’s uncle, who often performed ruqiyya for her. Almost immediately, the disturbances began. Farida screamed as the jinn inside her resisted, begging Umma not to pour the prayed water. But Umma continued, reciting verses and sprinkling the water.
 
“Stop! Don’t burn us with that water!” the jinn cried.
 
At that moment, Baba Sani entered with a greeting. Without delay, he joined in, reciting Qur’an and continuing the ruqiyya. The house filled with struggle, but Umma remained firm.
 
She remembered her own prayer: Ya Allah, let Farida truly love Farouq as he loves her, and make her his rightful partner.
 
No matter Ishaq’s doubts, no matter the whispers of neighbors, Umma was convinced. Farouq’s determination, Farida’s gradual softening, and Allah’s will would shape their destiny.
 
And so, the battle for love and faith continued—between Farouq’s loyalty, Ishaq’s doubts, and Farida’s unseen struggles with her jinn.