Kura Da Fatar Akuya Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

She hurried down the staircase in excitement, her face glowing with pure happiness. She looked at him just as she stretched out her hand, removing the wristwatch she was wearing and said, “Please, Dad, help me.”
He collected the watch with a smile, then suddenly frowned as he looked at her. “Jannah, I thought I told you to stop using this staircase near the garage. Have you forgotten the fall you had?”
“I’m sorry, Dad. You know I’m very happy today, that’s why,” she replied.
He laughed again at her words and glanced at his wristwatch. “Do you think Mom will be back early? I’m beginning to worry she might not return on time—you know her. My friends are almost here.”
He tried to sound calm, though his heart was slowly sinking. “She will be back; we still have ten more minutes,” he said encouragingly. Jannah hissed softly and glanced around the beautifully decorated living room that was dazzling to the eyes.
“She really shouldn’t have gone to work today, since it’s a special day. But unfortunately, I know it’ll be hard for her to return on time.”
He moved closer and sat beside her, handing her phone to her. “Here, take your phone and call her. Remind her we’re waiting.”
Without saying a word, she took the phone. She called five times, but there was no response. She tossed the phone aside just as she heard the gate opening. She rushed to the window, thinking it was her. “Oh my God! Dad, my friends are here and she still hasn’t returned.” She froze in frustration as tears filled her eyes.
“No, please don’t cry. Just go and welcome your friends.”
Weakly, she walked to the door, forcing a smile. “Wow, you look lovely!” they chorused, greeting her warmly before turning to greet her dad, whose face had relaxed.
Seeing she was about to cry, he took her hand and led her toward the bedroom. “Let me go and get her. I don’t want them to keep waiting.”
“No, Dad,” she said anxiously, holding his hand.
“Leave her. If she can’t spare thirty minutes of her life to celebrate her birthday with me, then I don’t need you to go after her,” she said firmly, turning toward the living room. “Let me go and excuse them.”
“Alhamdulillah! Jannah, that’s her car horn. She’s here,” he said, smiling as he drew the curtain aside. Hearing this, she brightened up and wiped her tears.
Quickly, she rushed to the living room and instructed her friends to hide and switch off the lights after her dad brought out the flowers he had kept as a gift for her.
A Birthday Overshadowed by Fatigue
Her mom walked in, visibly exhausted, fighting heavy sleep. She quickly handed her handbag to Moses, all she wanted was to feel her bed.
“Ma’am, I’ve collected all the documents and sent them to him. He said he would email you.”
“Okay,” she replied, taking her bag, removing some files, and handing them to him. “Take these and give them to him.”
“Okay, Ma’am.”
As she was about to enter the living room, her phone rang lazily. She reached to silence it but, seeing the caller, answered quickly. “Hello, uwa ba da Mama, can you hear me?”
“Yes, Hajiya Turai,” came the response after greetings. “I know since you’re calling so soon after our last conversation, there must be a problem. What happened?”
“Yes, unfortunately. A rape case was just brought to us, and sadly, the child is only three years old.”
She shut her eyes tightly, overwhelmed with pity. “Subhanallah! Please do everything you can. I’ll speak to Barrister Tukur right away. Please, handle it as you usually do.”
“I’ll try, but honestly, this issue is breaking my heart. There’s nothing happening in this country except killings and rape.”
“May Allah intervene and help us,” she said, ending the call as her heart burned. She immediately searched for Barrister Tukur’s number.
Jannah, hiding behind the door, felt her heart ache. Almost ten minutes had passed since her mom arrived, yet she hadn’t come in. Her dad quickly held her hand, shaking his head to signal her not to go.
She forced herself back, tears streaming. About twenty minutes later, her mom finally entered after finishing her call with Tukur.
“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!” they all sang together, clapping loudly.
Her mom exhaled deeply and hissed softly before sitting down, forcing a smile anyone could tell was fake. “Oh my! I completely forgot today is my birthday. It was all the gifts and wishes that reminded me. Thank you so much, Jannah.”
She handed her the flowers and hugged her, but her mom gently pulled away. “Thanks, my baby. Let me go and rest; my head hurts and I’m extremely tired,” she said, heading toward her room.
Deep sadness overwhelmed Jannah. She looked at her dad, who seemed equally hurt. “Mom, you’ll cut the cake. Please don’t say no.”
“Okay, let me take a shower,” her mom replied briefly, collecting the flowers from her dad and walking into her room without saying anything to him.
Tears filled Jannah’s eyes as she wiped them away. “I knew this would happen. I knew she wouldn’t give me her time,” she said to herself and quickly followed her. By the time she got there, her mom had already entered the bathroom.
When she came out, she headed straight to the wardrobe, searching for clothes.
“Mom, why are you behaving like this? I invited my friends to celebrate your birthday, but you embarrassed Dad and me in front of them!”
She remained silent at first, then turned to look at her. “Don’t stress me. I said I would come,” she replied coldly.
Frustration overwhelmed Jannah as she opened her mouth to speak, just as her dad walked in. “Give her a few minutes; she needs to get dressed.” He held Jannah’s hand and led her out.
Her mom sighed deeply and locked the door. “Jannah is trouble. She doesn’t understand my life,” she muttered as she untied her towel.
Instead of getting ready as promised, she lay down to rest, and sleep quickly overtook her. Furious and hurt, Jannah opened the door later, only to find her asleep. She burst into tears. “Mom, please!”
“Get out! I need to rest,” her mom shouted, pointing toward the door.
Jannah ran to her dad in tears. “I’m beginning to think Mom didn’t give birth to me, Dad. Did she adopt me?”
“Don’t say that, Jannah. She’s your mother.”
“Then what did I do to deserve this? You saw what she did to me in front of my friends. I see how other parents build their homes with love.”
“Give her time; she’ll change,” he said gently.
Her friends, having waited too long, decided to leave. Jannah cried uncontrollably, deeply embarrassed at the thought of facing them at school.
“Please forgive her; your mom needs time. You know who she is.”
“I only want you. I hate her. Promise me you’ll always care for me.”
“You have absolutely nothing to worry about. I’ve got this.”
She wiped her tears and hugged him. “I love you, Dad.”
He stroked her back gently, full of pity and pain over what she had gone through.
Distance, Illness, and Silent Resentment
In anger, she cleared the table where everything had been arranged. “Since she doesn’t need it, I won’t stress myself celebrating her birthday again,” she said, stepping on the cake.
The next morning, she refused to leave her room until almost eleven. She knew her mom would have left for work by then.
She showered, dressed in ash-colored trousers and top, wrapped her scarf, grabbed her car keys, and left. On the way, she bought cake and drinks for her friends, apologized to them, and dropped the items off.
She didn’t return home until around 8 p.m., only because her dad called her back. She had planned to stay out till ten.
“Stop staying out late; you know I don’t like night outings,” he warned.
“Okay,” she replied and went straight to her room.
Her dad later came in and handed her some money. “Your mom traveled to Malaysia; she’ll be away for two weeks.”
She said nothing—not because she didn’t hear him, but because in her heart she wished her mom would stay away longer.
That night, she couldn’t sleep. She kept tossing, feeling an unusual cold creeping through her body. She quickly got up to take her medication, fearing her illness was returning. Even after taking it, the pain only worsened.
Slowly, she walked to her dad’s room. “Dad, please open the door. I’m not feeling well,” she said weakly.
He opened quickly and brought her inside. He gave her the medicine, loosened her clothes, and gently, the cold subsided as sleep overtook her.
Just as she had said, her mom returned after two weeks, around 7 p.m. That day, Jannah wasn’t seen; she locked herself in her room and slept from exhaustion. When Jannah returned from school and saw her mom, she only hissed and went into her room without showing any excitement.
Her dad, however, was full of joy and even bought takeout food for her, which she didn’t eat due to deep sleep and was later kept in the fridge.
The next morning, while her mom was having tea, Jannah came out wearing a knee-length gown. “Hi,” she said briefly, looking for a place to sit as she tried to serve herself food.
Her mom laughed softly, fully aware that the girl was still angry about what had happened. “Jannah, I’m back and—”
“Excuse me, please. I need to take this call,” Jannah interrupted, raising her hand and walking into her room.
Seeing that, her mom got ready and left for the office.