Dream Girl Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

My Mother’s Temper and Our Struggles
That was how I approached our house. I pushed open the small gate and entered. I was heading straight to my room when I suddenly stopped, lost in thoughts that would not leave my mind. My mother’s sharp shout startled me.
“What is wrong with you? You entered my house without even greeting! Instead of telling me the message I sent you with, you’re sneaking off to your room to lie down and think your usual useless thoughts. I don’t know what is wrong with your brain!”
I turned back to greet her properly, but she stopped me and demanded the message she had sent me for.
I said, “Mama, wallahi, Hajiya Abu said she doesn’t have the money to lend you. Even the one she gave you the other time, you barely managed to…”
Mama raised her hand. “Enough! I didn’t send you to bring me her long stories. Go away and leave me alone.”
I went to my room feeling hurt. What was my fault? I was only repeating what I had been told.
Mama shouted again, “Are you insulting me?”
I didn’t answer her.
That is my mother—quick-tempered and always ready to argue, but she also cools down quickly. I am used to her character, so when she is angry, I usually keep quiet.
I lay down on my thin, worn-out mattress with my faded bedsheet and flat pillow, feeling sad. Even though my mother is hot-tempered, I pity her. Since our father died, she has been struggling alone to take care of me and my four younger siblings. I am the firstborn, Khadijah, though most people call me Ameerah. After me is my younger brother Aliyu, then Suhaila, Fatima, and our youngest, Umar—whom we call Khair.
Both my parents were only children to their mothers, though they had step-siblings. My mother’s extended family is large, but none of them truly help us, except one of her maternal cousins who was raised alongside her—and even she is not financially strong. So Mama works tirelessly to ensure we live well and receive a good education.
I dream of supporting my mother and siblings, but I currently have no means. I am in my second year (200 level) at Usmanu Danfodiyo University in Sokoto, studying Biology. I once dreamed of becoming a doctor, but I couldn’t secure admission into Medicine. My father encouraged me to accept what I was given, reminding me that destiny cannot pass a person by. So I settled for Biology.
It was during my first year (100 level) that my father passed away. His death nearly drove me insane because he was my best friend. With prayers and my mother’s support, I eventually regained myself.
The Dream Man and My Embarrassment
My mother’s voice calling me brought me back from my world of thoughts. She handed me fifty naira and told me to buy ingredients to cook before my siblings returned home. I wore my big hijab and went out.
As I walked with my head down, I suddenly felt as if something told me to look up. My eyes met a handsome young man with a radiant face. I froze like a statue, staring at him without blinking. In my heart, I was already imagining how sweet it would be if this well-put-together guy became mine—so I could finally heal from my bitterness toward men.
Suddenly, I felt myself hit the ground. I screamed. Some cows had passed by, and while I was lost in dreamland, one pushed me down. I hadn’t even noticed them. I stood up, dusting myself and holding my scraped leg. Thank God I didn’t break anything.
The herdsman came over, asking if I was hurt. I felt like slapping him. Instead, I snapped, “Please leave me alone.” Losing sight of my dream man hurt more than the fall itself.
The herdsman handed me a small bag of local milk as compensation. At first, I wanted to refuse, but I decided it was better than nothing. I grabbed it and left.
Hunger, Family, and Confession
I returned home quickly after buying the ingredients, even though my leg hurt. My siblings were already back. Mama questioned me about the delay. I explained that a cow had pushed me down, showing her my scraped leg. Suhaila burst into laughter. I tried to chase her, but Mama stopped me, warning that one day my constant daydreaming would cause worse trouble.
Later, when I looked for food, I found none. Mama told me to let my “thoughts” feed me. Angry and hungry, I returned to my room. Then I remembered the milk the herdsman had given me. Though there was no sugar, I drank it all. At least it calmed my hunger.
Later, Suhaila brought food, saying Mama had sent it. I pretended not to hear until she threatened to return it. I quickly collected the bowl before she could leave.
Aliyu later entered my room and noticed I had been withdrawn lately. When he pressed me, I finally admitted that a certain guy had been disturbing my mind day and night. He burst into laughter.
“Is it really you saying a guy is troubling your brain?”
I explained that I don’t give attention to just any man unless I truly feel something, because most young men nowadays are unserious.
He asked for the guy’s name and where he lived. Tears filled my eyes. “Wallahi, I don’t even know.”
He became serious when he saw I was emotional. “Sister, this is serious. Pray that Allah chooses what is best for you. I’ll pray for you too.”
I smiled and told him I loved him. Aliyu is younger than me, but he thinks maturely. We are very close. If you ever hear me arguing at home, it’s usually with Suhaila—not Aliyu.