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Kazamin Miji Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

AuthorMaman Afrah

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44 chapters/parts
Published
Aug 5, 2025
Updated
Sep 14, 2026
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A Night of Bliss Turns Sour
 
Saddiqa lay peacefully in her husband Aminu’s arms, snuggled like a cat. It was their first night together as newlyweds, and happiness filled the air—until an unbearable stench crept into her nostrils mid-sleep. The smell was so vile, she stirred restlessly, mistaking the bedroom for her family house, where she usually shared a mattress with her sister, Noor.
 
Disoriented, she smacked Aminu’s back, assuming he was Noor. But as she flung off the blanket and stormed out of the room, the realization dawned—this was her husband. Embarrassed and nauseated, she nearly vomited from the overpowering odor.
 
Aminu’s Embarrassing Awakening
 
Aminu, startled by the sudden slap, woke up just as he passed gas—unaware that the smell had already driven his wife out. He emerged from the room confused and sniffing the foul air, searching for the source of the stench.
 
Meanwhile, Saddiqa sat in the living room, puzzled and queasy. As Aminu walked in stretching and yawning, she called out to him.
 
The Argument Over “Baby”
 
“Baby!” she said.
 
That ticked him off immediately. “How many times will I tell you I hate that name?” he grumbled. “Even before we got married, I told you I don’t like these Jewish-style pet names. My name is Aminu—use it!”
 
He moved closer to hug her, but she flinched.
 
“Haba Saddiqa, why would you avoid your husband’s hug?” he asked.
 
“Now you're getting upset over a nickname?” she replied, her voice breaking. “So the rumors are true—marriage is all about patience. It’s barely 24 hours, and you’re already showing signs.”
 
Seeing her near tears, Aminu softened. “I only meant the name, not anything serious. You know I’ve said it before…”
 
The Cause of the Stench
 
Changing the subject, he asked, “Let’s go back to bed, or don’t you want honeymoon sleep?”
 
She smiled faintly. “Wallahi Bab—” she stopped herself from calling him ‘Baby.’
 
“There was a horrible smell in the room. I couldn’t take it.”
 
“Maybe a dead rat?” he suggested.
 
She shook her head.
 
“Well… I think I farted in my sleep,” he admitted, chuckling.
 
She gave him a sharp look.
 
“Yesterday, they made faten wake at home. You know I love it,” he confessed sheepishly.
 
She covered her face with her palm and replied playfully, “Faten wake on your wedding night?”
 
“Heart wants what it wants,” he laughed.
 
Domestic Harmony and Gentle Love
 
Despite the earlier tension, love still reigned. He took her hand, and they returned to bed. The stench had mostly faded, and they resumed their marital bonding.
 
By dawn, they headed to the bathroom together. As Saddiqa made her ablution, she noticed Aminu exiting the bathroom without doing his. She questioned him, reminding him of yesterday’s similar behavior.
 
He made an excuse about having a headache during the wedding and forgetting the proper steps of ritual purification. This time, though, he followed her corrections.
 
A Lesson in Worship
 
After dressing, Saddiqa spread a prayer mat and placed a Qur’an beside it.
 
Aminu, surprised, asked, “Why only one mat?”
 
She responded, “Should there be more?”
 
“Well, I’m leading the prayer. Men and women shouldn’t pray side by side.”
 
He added, “You expect me to go to the mosque? I’m the groom!”
 
“And being a groom excuses you from congregational prayers?” she snapped.
 
He realized she was beginning to challenge him and decided to let it slide—for now.
 
Spiritual Frustration
 
After prayer, Saddiqa began reciting Surah Yasin aloud.
 
Aminu entered the room silently and lay on the bed, only his head exposed. In a low voice, he called, “Come, Amarya, let’s begin the real honeymoon.”
 
Instead of responding, she offered him a Qur’an and encouraged him to recite a few verses.
 
His face tightened. “Do I have to? Remember, all worship needs intention.”
 
Disappointed, she returned to her mat and resumed her recitation.
 
Her soft reading disrupted his attempt to nap. He groaned, “Can’t you read silently?”
 
She ignored him but lowered her voice.
 
“Close that Qur’an and come back to bed,” he commanded.
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