Farar Taska Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

A Girl’s Urgent Journey
 
Gudu-gudu, sauri-sauri — she rushed forward, glancing over her shoulder. Behind her, children followed an older man, singing. Some clung to his long gown, pulling so he staggered as if about to fall.
 
She entered the house and went straight to her mother, who was bending over a charcoal stove. Dropping a bowl of ground grain before her, she turned to leave.
 
“Why the hurry? Where are you going? Didn’t you just get home?” her mother asked.
 
The girl’s face crumpled. “Inna, I just saw children following Baba, singing. I think he went to drink that thing you hate — the one he drinks every day.”
 
Her mother gave a long hiss, turned away, and kept stoking the fire.
 
The girl — barely ten years old — dashed out again, heading for her father. When the children saw her coming, they shouted, “Meelah’s here! Run before she breaks his head!” and scattered.
 
A Confrontation with Baba
 
Meelah stood before him. “Baba, you know Inna doesn’t like you drinking this. Why won’t you stop? Aren’t you ashamed of the children trailing you with songs? Inna says it’s harmful, forbidden in our religion, and dangerous to health. Can’t you stop, even for God’s sake?”
 
He opened his eyes slowly, pointed at her, and growled, “I’ll beat you if you talk like that again. Move before I kick you — I have no money for hospital bills.”
 
She took his hand and began leading him home, silently praying he wouldn’t strike Inna. Many times, after drinking, he would lose control and beat her — something the children had seen since they were small.
 
The House Tension
 
Back home, Inna didn’t even glance at them, continuing to cook as she called for Safeenah.
 
From the bedroom, Safeenah answered, “Inna, you’re calling so loud! I was praying Asr.”
 
“Inna” frowned. “You just prayed Asr now?”
 
“Sorry, Inna. I fell asleep and didn’t realize the time.”
 
“Come finish preparing the sauce before the tuwo is ready,” Inna ordered.
 
Baba, drunk, looked at Inna. “Ummy, you ignored me when I came in. Is that how you treat a husband?”
 
“I’m sorry. Welcome,” she replied quietly.
 
“Keep your welcome. You’ll learn today,” he snapped.
 
The children froze. Meelah pleaded, “Please, Baba, don’t hit her today.”
 
“Shut up before I break your mouth,” he barked, reaching for his heavy whip.
 
Seeing this, Inna slipped into the bedroom — not to hide, but so the neighbors wouldn’t hear her cries.
 
The Beating
 
The children began crying, begging him to stop. He ignored them. They could hear the blows landing, the grunts of pain. She didn’t cry out — she wouldn’t alarm her children — but they knew the pain was deep.
 
When he was done, he left for his own room.
 
The three children rushed in and clung to their mother, weeping at the sight of whip marks on her legs and thighs. She stroked them gently.
 
“Safeenah, finish the cooking,” she said.
 
Meelah asked softly, “Inna, should I bring you water?”
 
“Yes,” she whispered. Meelah fetched a cup and helped her drink.
 
“Inna, should I heat water to bathe you?”
 
“No, let me rest first,” she replied.
 
They cared for her as best they could, even as children — already aware their father was cruel.
 
Malam Audi’s Past
 
Malam Audi, from Jere, was a heavy drinker from youth. At twenty, he was already known for his addiction. Hoping to reform him, his parents married him to Ummy Aysha — a good, calm, beautiful woman.
 
But instead of improving, he sold all her wedding gifts to fund his drinking. If broke, he borrowed from anyone, just to buy alcohol.
 
When their first child, Safeenah, was born a girl, he grew bitter. His friend Shamwilu had told him daughters were useless, which fueled his resentment. He warned Ummy never to have another girl.
 
Fear and Isolation
 
When she became pregnant again, Ummy, afraid, confided in her parents. They kept her with them until Audi’s family came to plead for her return.
 
He softened slightly, even buying her food during the pregnancy, hoping for a boy. But when Jameelah was born — another girl — he was furious. Even in her postpartum pain, he beat her until neighbors intervened.
 
Deaths and Greed
 
Soon after, Audi’s father died. Instead of mourning, Audi pressed his mother about dividing the inheritance — before the funeral rites were even over. His mother was heartbroken and collapsed from shock, dying soon after.
 
To Audi, her death meant little. He sold her house and gave Ummy nothing.
 
Tragedy struck again — Ummy’s own parents died in a car crash while traveling to offer condolences.
 
Total Collapse
 
With no family support left, Ummy was forced back into Audi’s house. He squandered the inheritance on drink with Shamwilu.
 
She began washing clothes house-to-house to feed her two daughters.
 
When she became pregnant for the third time, he warned her: if it was another girl, he would kill the baby.