Fitar Rabo Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Monday Morning at Dorayi Primary Health Care
 
It was around 10:30 AM on a Monday at Dorayi Karama Primary Health Care in Goburawa, Kano. Among the staff was a strikingly dark and curvy young woman, about twenty-two years old. Though her build made her look older, her face was youthful, beautifully framed with thick, natural hair and expressive eyes. She wore the standard nurse-in-training outfit—white top and trousers with a small hijab.
 
Nuriyyah moved briskly through her duties, checking patient cards at the general OPD section. After completing her assigned patients, she returned to the student nurse office to record her work in the logbook. She then stepped out to get some water and snacks to quell her hunger, which had been mounting since the morning.
 
A Dispute at the Gate
 
At the gate, Nuriyyah stopped at a vendor and bought a bag of sachet water. Just as she was about to buy fried beans cake (alala), she overheard a commotion. Two girls were pleading with a motorcycle rider, explaining they had brought their sick mother to the clinic but forgot to bring transport fare. One of them assured him their sister, Nabila, would soon arrive with money.
 
The rider, angry, dismissed their pleas, demanding immediate payment. One of the girls, Hussaina, responded harshly, threatening him with the consequences of his words if her brother arrived. Her sister tried to calm her down, apologizing to the rider again.
 
Nuriyyah, silently watching, was moved. Without hesitation, she handed over the only N200 she had meant for her snack, apologizing to the rider and asking him to forgive them. The girls stared in disbelief, deeply touched by her selfless gesture.
 
Inside the Clinic
 
Nuriyyah returned to her post, stomach still rumbling. Eventually, the women and their sick mother entered the clinic. Their mother, Aisha Muhammad, was elderly but carried the dignified grace of Fulani heritage. Nuriyyah welcomed them kindly, took their details, and diagnosed the mother with high blood pressure and a mild fever due to skipped medication.
 
She consulted the attending doctor, who instructed her to prescribe an injection for three days and write down the necessary medication. After relaying this to the daughters, they asked if Nuriyyah could come administer the injection at home, as they felt comfortable with her.
 
Smiling, she agreed, revealing she lived nearby—just beyond Abba Kwastom’s house, beside a well-known Islamic teacher's home. Hussaina laughed, realizing they were practically neighbors, and Nuriyyah smiled again, promising to visit.
 
Heading Home
 
After wrapping up her workday, Nuriyyah informed her colleague Zainab she was leaving due to hunger. She walked home sluggishly, her stomach aching, eyes bloodshot from fatigue. As she entered the narrow alley to her house, she was met by Nazir, a neighbor who constantly tried to woo her.
 
He blocked her path and tried, once again, to express his love. But she brushed past him angrily, warning him not to provoke her. She disliked Nazir’s persistence and lack of respect for her boundaries.
 
Exhausted and Hungry
 
She slipped off her shoes and entered her mother’s room, flopping onto the bed. Not long after, her stepmother, Innah, arrived and greeted her with cheer. She noticed Nuriyyah’s weakness and rushed to bring her a plate of danwake (bean dumplings in spicy sauce) and cold fermented milk.
 
Too tired to move, Nuriyyah asked Innah to bring the food to her. Chuckling, Innah chided her for being so pampered and warned she’d have a hard time when married. She reminded her to eat, pray, and wash before heading to her afternoon Islamic school session.
 
As Nuriyyah slowly began eating, her elder brother, Abdulmajid (Jidu), walked in looking for a misplaced item. Finding it wasn’t there, he criticized Nuriyyah for wearing a wrapper without a shirt in front of him, warning Innah not to indulge her too much.
 
He went on to accuse her of disrespecting family values, refusing suitors like Nazir, and focusing too much on her education. His harsh words hurt Nuriyyah, and she burst into tears, overwhelmed by his unfair judgment.
 
A Mother’s Comfort
 
Innah held her daughter, brushing her tears away. She reassured Nuriyyah that she was proud of her and encouraged her to focus on her goals and ignore those who didn’t understand her path.
 
She admitted that Nazir was not someone she wanted for her daughter and promised to speak with Malam (their father) if Abdulmajid’s harassment continued. Nuriyyah sniffled and agreed, exhausted by the constant pressure.
 
Innah, full of empathy, urged her to be patient and remember that life would reward her sacrifices. She helped her prepare for her bath and reminded her to get ready for her next class.