Da Ciwo A Zuciyata Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Early Morning Prayers and Preparation
After they performed the dawn (Subh) prayer and made their usual supplications, she returned to lie down briefly to rest her tired body. She had spent most of the night revising for the examination she was to write that day at school—an exam which, God willing, would be the last one. After completing it, they would finally have the chance to begin going to the hospital to care for patients, or rather to start learning nursing practice before fully taking on the responsibility of patient care.
Her two sisters, Rukaya and Aisha, on the other hand, were busy fussing over themselves as usual. They were engaged in their daily routines—scrubbing their feet, bathing early, fixing their faces, and all that—just like young ladies who were confident in themselves and particular about beauty, each according to her own style. They bathed and groomed themselves with the aim of looking good and impressing those they knew they could impress, whether on their way to school or on their return.
At exactly seven o’clock, their mother drew back the curtain, wrapped in her thick hijab that looked heavy enough to weigh her down. She peeked in with a slight smile, returned their greetings, and said, “Oh Allah, everyone is here busy with themselves. Where is the other one? I haven’t heard her move since she said she had an exam today.”
Rushing Into the Day
She woke up with a start from her sleep, rolling off the edge of the thin mattress she had been lying on. The mattress was already compressed from being slept on above, making it even tighter, especially since it wasn’t very thick to begin with. She quickly searched for her scarf, grabbed it, covered her head, and placed it over her hair, which was short and full, not more than two finger-lengths long.
Standing up groggily, she looked at Aisha and asked, “What time is it, Aisha?”
Aisha checked her small phone and told her it was seven o’clock, adding, “We didn’t wake you up because even if you woke at eight, you’d still manage. You’re not lazy—since all you do is bathe.”
Moving quickly in her usual energetic way—so brisk that when she moved, it was almost in a rush—she sprang into action. Despite her body appearing older than her age, it didn’t slow her down at all. She scooped water, noticing her mother drawing water from the well outside. Seeing that her soap was still there, she hurried out, fetched water, performed ablution, set her things aside, and went straight into the bathroom to bathe.
She only spent a little extra time bathing because she was particular about cleanliness. She even used lime to scrub her armpits and every part of her body where sweat could collect and cause odor—especially since she was well-built, mashallah. Once done, she rushed back into the room, grabbed her uniform from the chair, and put it on. After wearing her mother’s dress and fastening her tight pants, she wrapped her hijab properly. She passed her sisters, who were still preparing, smiling and waving as she said, “Bye, sisters, we’ll meet later.”
On the Way to the Examination
Rukaya lifted her head and stared at the slippers her younger sister wore—simple, worn sponge platform slippers. Despite owning two better pairs, she chose these because of the exam; she didn’t want to waste time changing shoes. Rukaya only shook her head, knowing she wouldn’t be listened to in matters like this. Everyone had their own way of life. She had already understood what mattered to her and had set aside unnecessary things. To her, focusing on what improved her was more important—her education and tireless effort—without resentment toward the body Allah had blessed her with.
She had been given two hundred naira that day, which made her walk with a smile and her usual brisk pace. In her estimate, she would reach her class in about twenty-three minutes, leaving her with eighteen minutes to spare before lessons began—enough time to eat something before entering. Although the school was a bit far from home, it wasn’t too far for her; she walked there and back daily. Her sisters amazed her—their school was closer, yet when they walked, it felt like an endless journey.
She quickly stopped by the bean-cake seller, handed over her two hundred naira, and asked for seventy naira worth of bean cakes. She smiled as she watched the woman serve her, knowing she would enjoy her meal that day—after all, someone who eats forty naira’s worth and adds thirty more surely eats well.
She sat down, washed her hands, focused on eating the bean cakes, then bought a sachet of water and drank it all in one go. Rising with a sigh of relief and a smile, she felt at ease—her stomach was settled, and as for the exam paper, that wasn’t her worry. Studying was her strength.
Since it was an examination day, even students who rarely came to school had arrived early, filling the school compound quickly. Students’ minds were clearly divided into three groups. Some were calm and confident, knowing they had prepared well and trusting that, by Allah’s will, they would not fail. Others were desperately flipping through books, trying to revise what wouldn’t stick—having stayed up late cramming what they normally ignored. Then there were those glued to their phones, carefree—mostly children of wealthy parents who believed their future was already secured, unconcerned about exams, attending school only to avoid scolding at home.
Calm and composed, she headed toward her classroom where most of her classmates were gathered. As she walked, she greeted nearly everyone she met with her bright smile. She wasn’t there to impress anyone or to compete for attention. That kind of show meant nothing to her. She saw no benefit in it at all—only pointless noise from some students as she continued on her way.