Makarantar Kwana Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

A Mother's Warning
 
"Alhaji, wallahi, if you take my advice, don’t send Basma to boarding school. I swear, there’s no real benefit in it."
 
"Zuwaira! How can you speak like this? Isn’t Basma your own daughter? If she wasn’t your child, I’d say you were speaking out of jealousy or dislike. You simply don’t want her to go to boarding school." He spoke with rising anger.
 
"A’a, Alhaji, that’s not it. I’ve lived with these children, I know them well. I have never agreed to sending children to boarding school, especially not girls. But since you insist, may Allah bring good from it." She spoke with frustration.
 
Alhaji shook his head. "Look, many children went to boarding school and turned out fine. Basma wanted to go since secondary school, but you refused. Now she has finished and wants boarding school for higher level studies. You must allow it." He left the house still murmuring.
 
Namir Learns the News
 
Namir walked in. "Mama, what happened to Abba? I saw him leave, angry."
 
"It’s about Basma. They’ve arranged for her to go to boarding school tomorrow. I didn’t even know until now."
 
"Boarding school? Innalillahi… Basma?" Namir frowned.
 
"Yes," Mama sighed, returning to her chores, clearly displeased. Namir sank into deep thought. If Basma went, problems might arise — unless Allah decreed it for good.
 
Who Is Basma?
 
Basma was the second of three children of Alhaji Musa and Zuwaira. Her elder brother was Namir, and the youngest, Husna. Mama raised them with discipline, but Abba adored Basma and granted her every wish.
 
She was a beautiful, fair-skinned young woman of about 18 or 19. Bold, proud, and selective in her friendships, she had many admirers but only chose whom she pleased — currently a boy named Sadeq. Her closest friend was Hafsat, calm and reasonable, unlike Basma who disliked being corrected.
 
When they finished secondary school, Basma insisted on boarding school for her higher education. Hafsat, from a poor family, stayed home and avoided boarding school entirely.
 
First Day at Boarding School
 
"Basma, let’s go," Abba called from the car. She hugged her mother goodbye.
 
"Allah protect you, my daughter," Mama said.
 
Arriving at the school, she was assigned a room. "Hi, I’m Basma Musa. I hope we can be friends," she greeted the girls.
 
One lifted her head, studied her, and said, "Sit. I’m Nusy Samir, and this is Sope Sadeq. You look like you’ll fit right in."
 
They quickly became close, sneaking out for parties despite the strict principal.
 
One afternoon, Sope asked, "Besty, come wash my back, you know I hate dirt and can’t reach."
 
Basma followed her into the bathroom. As she scrubbed Sope’s back, Sope teased, "With your figure, no wonder Shafiq is hooked on you." Her hands lingered, making Basma laugh nervously.
 
Shafiq’s Intentions
 
During exams, Basma focused hard, but her mood soured afterward. Shafiq approached, "I hope the paper went well?"
 
"Not really," she replied.
 
"Forget studies. If you stay with me, you’ll get good results without stress."
 
"I didn’t come here for nonsense," she snapped, walking off. She had realised he lacked morals and was trying to lure her astray.
 
Shafiq, fuming, vowed to get what he wanted from her. His friend advised, "Force your way if you must, or leave her alone." Shafiq smirked. "No, I’ll follow your first suggestion. She’ll learn who she’s dealing with.
 
Later, Sope noticed Basma acting restless without their usual closeness. Their friendship was becoming increasingly physical, though Basma barely noticed the danger.
 
One day, Nusy entered and found Basma silent in bed. "What’s wrong?"
 
"My stomach hurts," Basma whispered.
 
"I don’t do that kind of care — wait for Sope," Nusy replied. She offered only to take Basma to the school clinic, but Basma refused.
 
By evening, Sope returned and found Basma in pain. "What’s wrong, sweetie?" she asked, before leaning in to kiss her. Soon they were in each other’s arms, their relationship crossing boundaries entirely.