Naanah Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

That day was a special one, a day every SS3 girl had been looking forward to since the beginning of the year — graduation day. The school compound was filled with noise, music, and excitement everywhere. The girls in the boarding school moved around in groups, some taking pictures with their phones, while others wrote on each other’s graduation gowns: “Don’t forget me please,” “Call me when you get home.”
Inside the dormitory, boxes and bags were scattered everywhere. Some were still packing the things they had not yet arranged, while others were waiting for their parents to come and take them home. If you looked at each girl’s face, you would see unmatched happiness.
At the front of one of the hostels stood three girls, fair-skinned and very much alike, dressed in their graduation gowns and talking among themselves. She hurried toward them, dragging her trolley behind her. She stopped in front of them, breathing heavily.
“Have you finished packing everything?”
One of the girls asked her. She nodded while wiping the sweat that had broken out on her face. Another of them moved closer to her, noticing how weak she looked, placed a hand on her shoulder and said, “Is anything hurting you, Nana?”
She shook her head and replied in a soft voice, “No, I’m fine. I’m just eager to go home.”
Hameeda nodded and then said, “Oh really? Even with all your hurry, you still have to wait, right?”
Nana pouted a little without saying anything.
She went back and leaned against the wall, and they continued watching the crowd as parents kept arriving to pick up their children. Then a young girl, who could not have been more than sixteen years old, came up and hugged Nana, crying as she said, “You know what, Nana? I’m going to miss you... please don’t forget me, okay?”
Nana also began to cry as she held her tighter. They both cried for a while before the girl pulled back, wiping her tears, and said, “My daddy is here to take me home. Please Nana, come to Kano someday, okay?”
Through her tears, Nana replied, “I will come, In Sha Allah, bestie.”
They hugged each other again before the girl pulled away and turned her eyes to Nana’s sisters who were standing there. She said, “Hameeda, Maimoon, Amrah — may Allah make us meet again.”
They all smiled together and replied, “Amin, Khadijah. Greet everyone at home for us.”
She waved at them, then looked at Nana and said, “Bestie, I’m going.”
“Greet Mommy for me.”
After that, she turned and walked away, glancing back at her from time to time. As soon as she left, Nana burst into tears again. She knew she would miss Khadijah more than anything. They had been friends from JSS1 to SS3. Anyone who knew Nana at AUN definitely knew Khadijah. Just as Nana could not be bullied, Khadijah could not be bullied either. Even when they were juniors, their seniors could not deal with them carelessly. Later, they became seniors themselves and were given positions — Nana became the school Amira, while Khadijah became the health prefect. She wished they were from the same town, because then she knew their friendship would surely continue. But now, since they were from different towns, she knew there was no guarantee they would remain close friends.
“Come on, Nana, let’s go.”
Maimoon’s voice pulled her back from her thoughts. Nana only looked at her, then picked up her trolley and headed toward the school’s parking area. As she walked, students kept speaking to her. Some called her Amira, others called her A-shuwa. They had almost gone far when Maimoon came back, grabbed her by the hand, and said, “Do you want us to leave you behind here, Nana?”
Nana ignored her, but Maimoon kept pulling her along until they arrived in front of a big black Lexus jeep, gleaming beautifully. They all stopped there, unable to decide who would knock on the door. Hameeda glanced at Nana and, in a low voice, said, “Go and open it.”
Nana looked at her quickly, then looked away.
They stood there for about three minutes before Maimoon finally gathered courage and stepped forward to knock on the front glass of the car. Slowly, the glass rolled down. He was sitting inside the car, wearing black shaded glasses. He was very fair, with a long nose and a handsome full beard covering his face. He was dressed in an expensive-looking milk-colored shadda that shone elegantly. Maimoon took a small breath before saying,
“Br... Brother Sultan.”