Ƙazamin Miji Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The Morning After
 
Saddiqa and Aminu, the newlyweds, lay asleep, wrapped in the warmth of each other’s arms. Their first night together had been filled with love and peace. But that peaceful slumber was soon disrupted.
 
A terrible stench wafted into Saddiqa’s nose, strong enough to jolt her out of sleep. At first, she thought she was back at her family home, where she shared a bed with her sister, Noor. Half-asleep and disoriented, she smacked Aminu on the back, thinking he was her sister. As she pulled off the duvet and jumped out of bed, the overpowering smell made her nauseous. She rushed out, gagging and dry heaving.
 
Aminu, startled by the slap and the smell, woke up as well. Confused, he emerged from the blanket only to be met by the same foul odor that made him wrinkle his nose.
 
A Slightly Embarrassing Start
 
After regaining her composure, Saddiqa sat in the living room, trying to recover. The smell was so bad she couldn’t bring herself to return to the bedroom. A few minutes later, Aminu walked out, yawning, stretching, and muttering sleepy blessings. Saddiqa called out to him.
 
"Baby!" she said.
 
Aminu winced. “How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that? I don’t like that foreign name. My name is Aminu — that’s what they used to sacrifice a ram for. Not ‘Baby’ like some toddler.”
 
He moved closer and tried to embrace her, but she pulled back slightly. “You’re my husband. Why shouldn’t I call you a sweet name?”
 
“But I’ve told you before marriage — I don’t like such names!” he insisted, now in a gentler tone. “Come, let’s go back to sleep. You left me alone, slapped me even. Don’t you want that sweet angon bacci?”
 
Saddiqa looked away, suppressing a smile. “The room smelled awful. It was like someone had... well...”
 
Aminu paused. “Maybe a rat died?”
 
She shook her head.
 
He chuckled. “Okay, I confess. It was me. I guess I let out a little gas while sleeping. I ate too much faten wake last night.”
 
Saddiqa covered her face in mock horror, laughing. “An angon eating bean porridge on his wedding night?”
 
“Love is in the belly,” he teased, pulling her hand affectionately. Saddiqa felt her heart melt. She truly loved this man.
 
Of Sleep and Salat
 
After joking around, they returned to bed. Later that morning, they both went to the en-suite bathroom to freshen up. While Saddiqa made ablution, she noticed Aminu wasn’t doing the same. She asked him, and he mumbled something about doing it later.
 
She reminded him gently that even last night, he hadn’t performed the proper ritual cleansing. He claimed he forgot, blaming fatigue and headaches. Still, she noticed he was often careless with religious duties, which concerned her.
 
“Are you going to pray at home?” she asked.
 
“Where else?” he replied casually.
 
“But men should pray at the mosque, especially during jam’i. I even heard the gate open — your brothers might already be gone.”
 
“Can’t I rest for one day? I’m the groom, after all,” he replied defensively.
 
Saddiqa was taken aback. She didn’t respond, but she made a mental note — her husband might not take faith as seriously as she did.
 
Prayer and Quran
 
After praying, she sat on the prayer mat and brought out her Qur’an to recite. Aminu walked in without greeting, plopped on the bed, and grumbled, “Come now, my bride. Let’s start the real honeymoon.”
 
She ignored him and handed him a portion of the Qur’an. “Please read at least a section,” she said.
 
He looked at her, confused. “You’re making me read Qur’an now? Don’t you know every act of worship starts with intention?”
 
Disappointed by his tone, Saddiqa quietly returned to her mat and began reciting Surah Yasin aloud.
 
The sound of the Qur’an disturbed Aminu’s attempt to sleep. “Can’t you recite silently?” he asked.
 
She toned down her voice, not wanting to argue. But she was beginning to realize that beneath the humor and charm, her new husband might have little regard for the deeper values she held dear.
 
“Please close the Qur’an and come lie down,” he said again.