Eemaan Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

In the Big Compound
 
It was a massive compound, beautifully designed with trees, flowers, and luxury screaming from every corner. The layout consisted of three separate houses, all well-spaced with uniform paint. The first and grandest section was a duplex with a wide parking space.
 
By a tap near the first house sat a young girl, Imaan, probably no older than eighteen. Though crouched, her tall figure was still obvious. She was washing a few items—socks, vests, and caps—but mostly just rubbing a sock over and over for nearly an hour.
 
Suddenly, she heard the entrance door creak open. Her heart skipped—no one was supposed to be in that section; the family had all gone out. Nervously, she turned. A tall, well-built man stood at the door, dressed in a light-colored jallabiya.
 
“Keee!” he barked.
Frightened, Imaan responded, “Our tap is broken, so I—”
He cut her off. “Pack your things and leave. Now.”
“But I’m almost done—”
“Don’t let me get to where you are.” His voice rose.
 
She frowned, packed her things, and stormed off angrily, muttering, “Allah ya isa.”
 
The Next Tap, Another Trouble
 
Still needing to finish her washing, Imaan walked to the third part of the compound—another bungalow. She carefully opened the tap to avoid noise and resumed her washing.
 
Footsteps approached again. She panicked—was it him again?
 
No. A stern old woman came out.
 
“Who’s there? What are you doing at my tap?”
 
“Wallahi, our tap is broken. And didn’t you just send me to fetch water for you?” Imaan replied.
 
The old woman—Inna—scoffed. “You? I don’t even know you! You think I want your cursed water here? My name isn’t even Aisha!”
 
She continued ranting and even accused Imaan’s mother of witchcraft. Imaan just stood silently, tears nearly in her eyes. Inna demanded that she pour the water in the toilet to punish her. Imaan complied and fled. Inna then locked the tap and stomped inside, still muttering.
 
The Lounge Confrontation
 
Inside, Mujaheed was seated silently on the carpet, ignoring her completely. Inna continued nagging him too, accusing him of arrogance and disrespect.
 
“I only came to apologize on Abba’s instruction,” he said with a cold face and left.
 
“Apology my foot!” Inna yelled behind him.
 
Back to Imaan
 
Imaan returned to her section, packed the rest of her clothes, and discreetly sneaked back with the hidden washed clothes. Later that day, Ammi came in and scolded her for still being asleep and not packing her clothes.
 
Evening came, and the once quiet compound filled up. Several luxury cars pulled in. Mujaheed’s family returned from their trip—his mother, siblings, and a handsome brother Yusuf among them.
 
Yusuf noticed Imaan and teased, “I know you didn’t do this washing yourself.”
 
“I did!” Imaan defended herself.
 
“Leave her alone,” Anty chuckled. “She did good.”
 
Imaan smiled shyly.
 
Unexpected Summon
 
At night, Ammi came to her room: “Abba is calling you.”
 
“Abba?” Imaan repeated, scared.
 
She wrapped a hijab around herself and headed to the main lounge.
 
Inside were Abba, Mujaheed, Umma, and Anty.
 
She greeted quietly and sat.
 
Abba, frowning, asked, “How’s school?”
 
“Alhamdulillah.”
 
“Why don’t you greet your elders? You ignored Hajiya in this house!”
 
Imaan kept silent.
 
“I’m talking to you!” he barked.
 
Her face fell, and tears filled her eyes. She burst into sobs.
 
Abba yelled louder, “So crying is your solution? You’re lucky I didn’t beat you!”
 
Mujaheed stood to scold her too, but Abba stopped him. “Leave her. May Allah guide her.”
 
Umma muttered, “These modern kids with no manners. And this one? No wonder…”