Kurman Baki Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Messages Within the Story
 
There are numerous messages contained within it, but they are mute secrets that are difficult to interpret. Only those with deep reflection and far-reaching thoughts will understand. It is a guide for women, especially those with co-wives, and a warning stick for those involved in businesses related to the story in this book.
 
NOTE: This is a fictional story that reflects current challenges faced by women. Everything in it is fabricated. If it happens to match someone’s real life, then it is merely a coincidence.
 
A Heart Filled With Anger
 
She sat on the white stool placed in front of the dressing table in her room. One leg was crossed over the other, swinging them anxiously and rapidly. One single look at her face would reveal the depth of her anger—an intense bitterness spread across her expression, the kind that strikes the heart with sharp and painful force.
 
Even the redness in her eyes showed she had cried severely, and it appeared she had not long finished shedding those tears.
 
Deep within her chest, she felt chaos and turmoil tightening around her heart. She tried to soften her emotions, but it felt almost impossible. She was among those women who could not swallow anger without letting it out on whoever caused it.
 
“If you don’t mind, please, I want to go out today, but I won’t exceed two hours, God willing.” A faint voice reached her through the window and curtains.
 
Just the sound alone pierced her heart like a hammer. She needed to hear the reply of the person being spoken to. Instantly she stood and rushed to pull the curtain aside.
 
She could clearly see the two people talking with calmness between them. The man was tall and well-built, dressed in sky-blue fabric which gave him the presence of a true man. His name was SALEEM. He wasn’t excessively handsome, but he was far from being ugly. His dark complexion was smooth and elegant.
 
The lady beside him could hardly be above twenty-eight, perhaps twenty-nine or thirty at most. She too was dark, but with a refined chocolate tone and medium height. She had large beautiful eyes and a pointed nose—her beauty was simple yet striking.
 
“Where exactly are you going?” he asked her with a smile.
 
“To Aunty Khadija’s house of course.” He nodded, still smiling.
 
“Come back safely. May God protect you.” A small laugh escaped her.
 
“So fast? Just because you heard it’s Aunty Deeja’s house?” she teased.
 
“How could I stop you from going there? I know she will be glad to see you,” he said softly. She laughed shyly.
 
“I didn’t say so, but... it’s kind of a secret,” she replied.
 
“I know, and I didn’t say you must tell me. Just don’t be long, please.”
 
After some more gentle words, she left him and walked back into the house.
 
But Zainab, who watched everything, felt her heart burning. How was it that this man, who had gone to sleep upset and barely spoke to her that morning, was now smiling warmly at this other woman—Ruqayya?
 
Had he not claimed he was not feeling well last night? Had he not refused dinner and turned his back on her? Yet here he was, outside with Ruqayya, exchanging pleasant smiles.
 
She shut the curtain sharply, anger and heartbreak tearing at her chest.
 
Confrontation and Accusations
 
Meanwhile, Ruqayya’s prayer for Saleem came softly:
 
“May Allah grant you success, protect you, and help you find lawful sustenance for us. Return safely.”
 
Her dua always pleased him, and he responded, “Amen, amen. Thank you so much, may Allah bless you.”
 
Zainab stepped forward, staring intensely.
 
“So you have recovered then?” she asked Saleem harshly.
 
“I wasn’t sick. I only said I wasn’t feeling well. Anyone can be in such a state,” he replied, looking away as frustration grew in his heart.
 
Zainab hissed and snapped:
 
“Fear God so that on the Day of Judgment, you do not rise with a dead body and paralyzed limbs! You eat and drink from her sorcery! All of this is the result of witchcraft!”
 
She stormed back into the house.
 
Later, she heard a loud knock on the door. Startled, she turned back and found Ruqayya entering the living room, her eyes full of hatred.
 
Zainab swallowed the burning lump in her throat and glared back:
 
“It’s me. I came to tell you what you seem blind to understand. You will never be able to separate me from Saleem, no matter your charms and witchcraft. What God has joined, you cannot destroy! And remember—if you keep fetching water from the river with a clay pot, one day it will break!”
 
She turned and walked away, trembling with rage, wishing she could beat Ruqayya mercilessly.
 
She believed Saleem did not love Ruqayya for beauty, for in her mind no beauty of Ruqayya could match hers. The only explanation, to her, was magic and charms—nothing else.