Nida Yarinya Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

A girl of about fourteen sat at the old woman’s doorstep, swinging her legs. The old woman, seated inside, said, “Ramu, go fetch my broom if Adamu has stitched it.”
Ramu, sneering, replied, “You’re always busy sending others to work. I’m going out to fix myself up now.”
The old woman covered her mouth and said, “Don’t bring me shame. Even your father — I’ll send him if I must, let alone you.”
Ramu stood up, jingling her small coins as she said, “If he comes, send him — I’ll make a show of him.”
 
A girl sitting on the doorstep spat at Ramu and called her rude names. The old woman rushed out, stumbling on a stone and nearly falling. Ramu, who was standing by, laughed at the fall and said, “I don’t owe you anything, not even respect.” The old woman pushed her gently, scolding, “You insolent child — you insulted Dije.”
Ramu huffed, laughed, and left the place.
 
She walked on swinging her arms. Passing by, she bumped into a youth who looked sly and put on a snobby face; she pinched her nose and mocked, “You strut like you’re clever, then you end up hanging around the crossroads?” The young man looked at her and asked, “Are you talking to my sister like that?” Ramu noticed his eyes were glazed and suspected he was high; she sneered, “You only drink!” The rowdy man beside him threw down his bottle and ran off. The youth got up and turned the way Ramu had gone; she quickly slipped back to the old woman’s house.
 
She ran inside crying, “Old woman, help me — he will kill me!” The old woman, who had been busy, slammed the door and shouted, “He’ll kill you? By God, open up — he followed me?” The old woman collapsed onto a mattress, exasperated. Ramu wet herself in fright, her legs trembling as she screamed. A reckless youth barged in and shouted, “Whose father are you insulting?” Ramu spat back, “Not my father.” He grabbed her face and hit her; she clutched at him and whispered, “May God forgive you.” He pressed her harder and shouted, “Who is your father then?” She snapped back, “Go and check!”
The woman inside the room raised her voice, “By God, you should be ashamed for speaking like that,” and then the man banged the door open and stormed into the room, threatening, “You, Gyatuma, watch your mouth — I’ll punish you properly!” He left, stumbling like someone intoxicated.
 
When the old woman realized he had gone, she sighed and rubbed her head. “This girl causes trouble — she came to poke at my big man (tsuliyar dodo). If I’d beaten her properly she’d be put away.” She wiped the tears from her eyes.
 
Ramu left specifically to provoke people. Whoever she saw, she taunted — some elders let her be, others would not. She met a young woman on her phone near their houses (the old woman’s place being close). Ramu paused, smirked and asked, “Waiting for your boyfriend?” The young woman, frowning, replied, “I’m waiting for my father.”
Ramu smirked and said, “No — I mean your man.” The young woman took offense and ran after Ramu, confronting her angrily. Irritated, the girl muttered, “May my baby never come while this rude little girl insults me.” At that moment a car with tinted windows pulled up beside them.
 
The young woman brightened and asked, “Baby, have you come?” He smiled and said, “I thought I’d done wrong by not coming earlier?” She said warmly, “You didn’t do wrong, baby.” He opened the car door and stepped out, saying he must flatter her like a king. They drove off.
 
Ramu, who had been watching quietly, sneaked toward the car, snatched the car’s tire iron (kifiyarta) and sped away before they noticed.
 
The Lovers — Saudat and Abdull — and the Stolen Car Tire
 
The young man called Abdull told Saudat he loved her deeply and didn’t know whether she loved him the same. Saudat, eyes closed, whispered that her feelings for him were stronger than words. Touched, Abdull took her hand, opened the car’s bonnet and got in to drive. But when he came out and saw the car’s tire iron (or wheel cover) missing, he exclaimed, “Innalillahi — what’s happened?” Saudat asked, “What’s wrong, baby?” He said they should call a mechanic. Saudat got ready to leave; Abdull, annoyed and upset, locked the car with his key and said, “Go home — I’ll take a napep (motor-tricycle) and go.” He was visibly upset because he normally spoils her and today had no money; she worried how to pay the debt for the things she wore. He moved closer and whispered soothing words: “Saudatu, calm down. When we marry, you’ll see me often.” She smiled inwardly but worried aloud how she would pay the debts. Abdull promised possibly to be away in Abuja for a week but told her, “As long as we’re married, you’ll always see me.”
 
Happy with his words, Saudat hurried home glowing; she believed she would marry Abdull — their wealth and his family standing made everyone expect it.
 
Back Home: Family Tension and Ramu’s Return
 
When Ramu arrived home, she found her sisters Lami and Hajara seated. Hajara was about to turn three, and Mariya was about one year old — Mariya was still unsteady walking. Ramu angrily told their mother, “Lami, I’ve stopped going to the old woman’s house — today she cursed me.” Their mother, exasperated, said, “Did your father stop you from going to her house? You’ll never stop gossiping and making trouble.” Their father emerged from a room holding a bottle and scolded them for being idle, asking if they wanted a peaceful household. Lami, who hates her husband’s family, retorted sharply — Ramu mocked and laughed at the scene. Father swore at Ramu, calling her a troublemaker; Ramu danced away, sticking out her tongue. Lami, who thought it was all a joke, ignored Ramu.
 
Ramu then changed her tone and feigned concern, making their father cry; Lami, feeling pity, rushed to comfort him. Ramu continued to giggle and slip out while father was taken to his room.
 
Father flung himself onto a mattress and shouted, “If you ever stand up again I will punish you accordingly.” Lami, shaking and near tears, answered bluntly that she was fed up living with a useless man who only ate and didn’t provide — she reminded him she worked hard while he did nothing. He fell quiet; he knew her words were true.
 
Meanwhile Saudat came home to find her mother stirring the family meal and complained about always eating the same porridge. She stomped into her sparse room and banged the door. She sat, upset about debts for clothes Abdull hadn’t paid for, but then called him; he answered warmly and she passed the phone to her mother. After greetings, Abdull left the room and worried privately: he sensed a big problem ahead — his mother might not approve of Saudat’s marriage, and that weighed on him. He paced the room and argued mentally with the idea he should choose differently, resenting the pressure. An older woman burst in angrily, telling him he should travel to Egypt and stop causing trouble. Abdull reached a breaking point; after about ten minutes of silence he finally told her, “Aunty Ummi, I never said I hate Fati. Just leave me to marry who I want.” The scene ends with rising tension as Abdull pushes back against family expectations.