Shukra Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Family Discussion and the Decision to Move
 
After the Maghrib prayer, the family sat together eating fruits when Shuairat’s elder brother began speaking:
“Baba, I was given a house at my workplace, so I thought since Baby has graduated, why don’t we all move to Abuja together?”
Baba smiled. “That’s good news! May Allah bless and increase you in wealth.”
“Yeeey! I’m going to live in Abuja, I’m so happy!” Shuairat shouted excitedly.
Her mother looked at her and said, “Oh, my daughter, when will you ever grow up?”
Her father teased, “You’re too pampered, your mother won’t let you do anything in this house.”
Shuairat pouted and sat near her father. “I know Mama likes Yaya more; she’s always scolding me.”
They all laughed. Her brother drew her close and said, “Don’t mind Mama; she loves you the most, even more than me—and you know I love you too.”
She nodded happily. Then she turned to her father: “Baba, I want to talk about marriage. Yaya is 35 now; it’s time for him to start a family.”
“That’s true,” Baba said. “May Allah bless you with a good wife.”
“Ameen,” replied her brother. Baba then added, “Start preparing; I want us to travel the day after tomorrow. You’ve only been given three days’ grace.”
“May Allah make it easy,” they chorused, continuing their evening chat in laughter and love.
 
Farewell Between Best Friends
 
The next morning, after breakfast, Shuairat took her bath and dressed beautifully in a dark blue and red outfit with matching red earrings. She looked stunning. Her best friend Shukrah entered, wearing a similar outfit. After greeting Mama, they went to Shuairat’s room.
“So you’re really leaving for Abuja?” Shukrah asked sadly, tears filling her eyes.
“I’m so sorry, bestie. You know I don’t want to leave you, but Yaya said we must go with Baba and Mama. Please forgive me.”
They hugged tightly, both bursting into tears. Her brother entered suddenly, startled. “What’s wrong with you two? Why are you crying like you’ve received bad news?”
“Yaya, Shukrah doesn’t want me to go, and I don’t want to leave her,” Shuairat sobbed.
He sighed. “Looks like my lack of strictness spoiled you both.” He left, shaking his head. Mama laughed when she heard and said, “That’s just the beginning—those two are inseparable!”
After Mama comforted them, they prepared for school.
At the gate, the sign read FEDERAL POLYTECHNIC MUBI in Adamawa State, Nigeria. The campus was filled with students, parents, and visitors. After the event, everyone began leaving, and the students took pictures.
While standing with Shukrah, Shuairat suddenly saw a young man she had met the previous day. He approached smiling and greeted her.
“So because I said I’d call, you switched off your phone?” he teased.
She laughed shyly. “No, that’s not it.”
After chatting, he introduced himself as Abubakar Ahmed Imam, saying sincerely that he wanted to marry her. She promised to think about it, and they parted ways.
That night, Shuairat couldn’t sleep. She cried quietly, and even Mama got tired of consoling her. Shukrah also visited to say goodbye, and they both cried again.
By dawn, the family locked up their home, entered the car, and started the journey to Abuja—Baba in front, Yaya driving, and Mama with Shuairat quietly leaning on her shoulder.
 
Arrival in Abuja and a New Beginning
 
By evening, they reached the Federal Capital Territory. Shuairat was fascinated—this was her first time seeing the city. They headed to Kubwa, where her brother parked in front of a beautiful two-flat house. He unlocked one flat for them—three bedrooms, a central living room, and a kitchen, each room with its own bathroom.
He assigned the master bedroom to Baba, one to Mama, and the other to Shuairat.
After settling in, Yaya Bash went to get them dinner. Shuairat’s room was elegant—a soft bed, mirror, and wardrobe. She prayed, and when Bash returned, he dropped a bag for her and smiled:
“My bae, here’s your dinner. This is your room; I hope you like it. If you need anything, let me know.”
Overjoyed, she hugged him. “Thank you, my guy! Go eat too; I know you’re tired.”
He smiled and left. She opened the pack—fried rice with pepper chicken and cold Hollandia drink. She ate happily, then lay down and fell asleep after a call with Shukrah.
 
The next day, Mama cleaned the house, burning incense until the living room smelled heavenly. Bash entered and said, “Mama, you’re stressing yourself again. Where’s Baby?”
“She’s asleep,” Mama replied.
He teased, “You always accuse me of spoiling her, but you’re worse.”
She laughed. Then he added, “Don’t worry about cooking for two weeks; food will be coming from the Presidential Villa.”
“Really?”
“Yes, Mama. I’ve arranged it.” He then left to get breakfast.
 
Later, Shuairat dressed in white and orange clothes, admiring herself in the mirror. “Ayshat Bello, you may not be the most beautiful, but you are perfect,” she said to her reflection, smiling.
When she saw the wardrobe full of new clothes, she gasped. “Wow! Ya Allah, thank You! Yaya Bash, I love you so much!”
She joined her parents in the living room. “Baba, did you see the clothes Yaya bought me?”
“He’s a blessed man,” Baba said. “He even bought me new things.”
They all praised Bash until he returned, and they ate together. From that day on, food kept arriving from the President’s residence.
 
As time passed, Shuairat’s life became peaceful and beautiful. Her skin glowed, her spirit was light, and luxury surrounded her. Soon her final result was released—Second Class Upper. Bash immediately found her a journalism job at JF Reporters in Maitama. Her joy knew no bounds; her parents prayed for Bash’s success.
 
That morning, she prepared breakfast, then dressed elegantly and left for work with Bash. He dropped her off at the office where she had previously interviewed. The manager welcomed her warmly—and her new chapter began.