So Da Buri Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Life in a Small House in Gandun Albasa, Kano
 
In the modest neighborhood of Gandun Albasa in Kano, a family lived in a small compound. The house had a dusty central courtyard surrounded by four rooms, a rusty bathroom door, and a blackened kitchen without a proper entrance. It was a simple home—no concrete floor, only swept sand.
 
In the scorching sun, a young girl of about 14, named Huda, knelt in the courtyard. Her arms were raised, each hand holding a heavy ball boot. She trembled, sweating, and terrified. As one of the boots slipped, she tried to catch it, but before she could recover, a man whipped her savagely with a long cane. It was her elder relative, Ja’afar, high on drugs and full of anger. He beat her mercilessly while she cried for her mother.
 
Inside one of the rooms, her mother could only sob in helplessness, praying silently for someone—anyone—to rescue her daughter.
 
Junaidu Steps In
 
From inside the house, Junaidu, Ja’afar’s younger brother, heard the commotion and rushed outside. He looked just like Ja’afar but with fairer skin and softer features. His calm but angry voice echoed across the courtyard as he confronted his brother. “Is this how you discipline a child? You’re high again, and now you're taking it out on her!”
 
Ja’afar, barely steady, mocked him. “Are you my mate?” he replied, refusing to listen to reason. When asked what Huda had done, he ranted about her refusal to clean his room, claiming she insulted him and deserved the punishment. But Junaidu knew the truth: it was all a setup by Jalila, the other girl in the house, and their mother, Umma. They had seen that Ja’afar, when high, could be manipulated—and they used him to carry out their grudge against Huda.
 
To prevent more violence, Junaidu bribed Ja’afar with ₦20, convincing him to let Huda go and delay the room cleaning until later. Ja’afar agreed and left the house laughing.
 
Junaidu turned to find Huda crouched and crying. He gently lifted her face and called her name—“Huda.” But as soon as she heard her name, she pulled away and ran to her mother’s room.
 
Umma’s Wrath and Huda’s Pain
 
As Junaidu turned to leave, he was met by Umma and her sister Zainab, both clearly angry. They had returned just in time to see him comfort Huda. Umma exploded, accusing Junaidu of betraying her and siding with a servant. “Do you want her to swallow her pain and die? Why are you always protecting her?!”
 
Zainab joined in, mocking Huda's presence and blaming Junaidu for enabling her disrespect. They hurled insults in the open courtyard, uncaring who heard them. When they finally left, Junaidu stood quietly, disappointed but resigned.
 
Inside the room, Huda lay on her mother’s lap, crying bitterly. Mama stroked her head and tried to comfort her, but she was also frustrated. “Didn’t I warn you to stay away from Junaidu? Yes, he protects you, but that’s exactly what causes problems.”
 
Huda explained tearfully that she hadn’t done anything wrong. Jalila lied about her refusing to clean Ja’afar’s room because she wanted revenge. The day before, Junaidu had stopped Huda from washing Jalila’s school uniform, and she vowed to get back at her. She said she’d have Ja’afar punish Huda—simply because she intervened.
 
Mama fell silent, reflecting. She was visibly troubled. No one needed to say more—it was obvious that Huda was being treated like a disposable tool, passed around and punished unjustly. Mama’s patience was wearing thin.