Fansar Fatalwa Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The Pain of Friendship
Whenever I hear the word “friendship,” my heart feels like it might shatter, because of the harm friends have caused me. Friends have become a part of the brokenness in my joy; they have ruined my life in the worst ways. Sometimes friends can be a blessing in our lives, but other times they are a curse, capable of destroying every bit of happiness we possess—just as it happened to me.
In the past, friendships were truly a source of goodness in life, but in this current age, I see that eighty percent of so-called friends are unreliable. Many of them live together without unity, driven apart by envy that poisons their hearts. I hate friendship! I despise every word associated with it. I’ve become the type of person who easily distrusts others, especially friends, and doesn’t value them until they cause me harm.
If I sit with someone, I give them only the trust that I can spare, and when it comes to friends, I’d rather preserve my dignity than let them harm me. Nothing I say could fully explain how I’ve endured friendships until I realized the mistake. Friends have destroyed the happiness I once had, all because of sheer envy and selfishness.
Afrah’s Terrifying Escape
Afrah dashed along the street, which could be called a life-saving sprint given the recklessness of her steps. It was around two-thirty in the morning, dark and silent except for the distant cries that pierced the night. The oppressive darkness made it impossible even to see the tips of her fingers. She turned to look behind her, but it was too late—she almost collided with the very thing she was trying to escape.
A scream tore from her throat, hoping someone would hear and come to her aid, though she knew no one likely would. Without noticing, she stumbled over a large rock beside the path and rolled dangerously toward a wide pit. Just before falling in, she was halted, her eyes slowly opening. Her heart pounded wildly. She saw her tormentor clearly now.
The cold rain on her skin revived her from the shock. She let out another terrified cry, trembling as she spoke, “AMRAH, please… have mercy… help me… I beg you!”
AMRAH laughed—a sound that pierced Afrah’s ears and froze her blood. Then she began a terrifying combination of laughter and screams, her face twisted in a mask of insanity.
“You think you know the greatness of God? Afrah, you think you know God? Have you forgotten how you tormented my life? How you threw my world into chaos? You will remember. If a demon forgets, a mother never does. I vow, since you stole my happiness, you will taste the same bitterness you gave me. Revenge for the wicked is worship itself!”
AMRAH lunged, her long fingers striking Afrah directly in the eye. Afrah screamed again and barely avoided falling into the pit. AMRAH grabbed her and dragged her toward a dark forest at the side of the path.
The Disappearance of Afrah
At Afrah’s home, preparations for her wedding, only three days away, were underway since early morning. Everyone’s faces glowed with excitement. A tall woman, her skin fair and radiant, came out of a room and checked on the daughters arranging ten boxes of gifts.
“Fadila, where is Afrah? She hasn’t come out yet, and the lady who is doing her henna has arrived,” she asked.
“She won’t stay with anyone, Mom. She spent last night alone in the guest room,” replied one of the girls.
“Go, Husnah. Persuade her to stop sleeping so much,” said Mom, turning back to her own room.
Husnah hurried to check on Afrah in the guest room, only to find it empty. She tried calling her from the toilet, but no one answered. She opened the door and searched every corner, but Afrah was nowhere to be found. Alarmed, Husnah ran to tell Mom.
“Mom, Afrah isn’t in the guest room!” she cried.
Mom followed quickly with Farida and the rest of the daughters. They searched everywhere, but Afrah was gone. Panic rose, and Mom called Afrah’s father to inform him.
By the time he arrived, the family was in chaos.
“What’s happening here?” he asked, alarmed.
“We’ve searched everywhere for Afrah, and she’s gone,” Mom said, sobbing.
“Innalillahi wa’inna ilaihi raji’un,” he exclaimed, deeply distressed. “How can someone just disappear in her own home? This is unbelievable!”
“I don’t know what to say. We’ve looked everywhere,” Mom said, her voice breaking.
After a pause, he decided, “Let’s report this to the police immediately.”
“Shouldn’t we also inform Anwar, since he is the one marrying Afrah?”
“No. First, let’s see what the police say,” he interrupted, leading them to the car, with Aliyu following behind.
At the police station, they went straight to the DPO’s office and explained the situation.
The DPO, seeing the seriousness of the case, asked, “Is this marriage being done by her choice or someone else’s?”
Afrah’s father replied, “It’s her choice; it’s not anyone else’s decision.”
The DPO nodded thoughtfully. “Alright. Send me a photo of the girl, and stay ready at your house. We might follow leads directly there. Also, give me any information about the man she is to marry, so we can investigate him. At this point, no one is ruled out as a suspect.”
Afrah’s father and Aliyu provided all the details the DPO requested about Anwar and the upcoming wedding.