Tangaras Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The Girl’s Breakdown
 
She cried bitterly, rolling on the floor and scattering the entire parlour. She had been sitting on the couch crying, then came down and threw the pillows everywhere. Even her hair became disheveled — she tore off the ribbons meant to beautify her head until she looked like a mad person. Her crying was so intense that she began to tremble.
 
Granny rushed into the parlour, nearly tripping as she entered. “Inna lillahi! What happened to my granddaughter? What’s wrong, my dear? Who put you in this condition?” she exclaimed in panic, sitting down and pulling the girl into her arms, patting her softly. The girl only rested her head on Granny’s lap and continued crying.
 
“Where is everyone in this house? Fatima! Jamal! Samira! Where are you all while this girl cries like this?” Granny shouted angrily.
 
Then, a beautiful woman stepped out and said, “Hajiya, this girl has no manners at all! She was told to go to school but refused, saying she wanted to stay home instead. She’s just misbehaving.”
 
Granny frowned. “My dear granddaughter, don’t you want to go to school and learn? Education is a good thing!”
 
The girl pouted and replied tearfully, “Granny, I don’t want to go to school. I hate it! I won’t go back!”
 
Granny sighed deeply. “You must go to school! You won’t become a troublemaker in this house. If you refuse, I’ll call your Uncle Aliyu and report you!”
 
“I don’t care! I won’t go! Just send me back to our house!” she cried again, rolling on the floor like someone possessed. Granny tried to calm her down, but it was useless — the girl had completely lost control.
 
The Harsh Punishment
 
Her cries were loud enough to be heard from the compound. It irritated Sadeeq, who hated noise and preferred solitude ever since he returned from Turkey. He’d noticed how the girl’s behavior had disturbed the peace of the house, and though he usually avoided interfering, this time he decided to act.
 
Without even greeting the household workers, he stormed into the parlour, pulling off his belt. The girl was still on the floor crying, but he didn’t hesitate — he grabbed her and pushed her against the wall, beating her fiercely with the belt as if sent on a mission.
 
The first lash made her scream sharply — the pain was unbearable. She tried to stand up, but he hit her again and again until she could no longer move. He had forgotten her young age or that she was just a child; his anger had blinded him.
 
“Naa ce ka bar ta, Sadeeq! Don’t kill the girl!” Granny shouted. “Fatima, tell him to stop!”
 
Fatima shook her head. “Hajiya, let him discipline her. The girl has no manners at all.”
 
“You’re saying that because you didn’t give birth to her! You don’t know a mother’s pain. I said stop, or I swear I’ll fight you myself!” Granny cried as she burst into tears.
 
Jamal rushed in, stopping Sadeeq and scolding him for his cruelty. Granny took the opportunity to move closer to the trembling girl and held her. The girl’s cries had weakened; she could barely breathe.
 
Sadeeq turned to her angrily. “So it’s school that’s making you behave like this? Fine! From today, you’re done here. Next Sunday, you’re leaving for Kano. You’ll attend a boarding school until you finish secondary school! Auntie, prepare her things immediately.” He stormed out in anger.
 
The girl fainted from shock and pain. Granny sighed heavily. “Good, Sadeeq. You’ve done your worst. I pray God judges you fairly,” she muttered as she walked away to her room.
 
Granny and Jamal later called a doctor, who gave the girl an injection to help her rest.
 
Aftermath and Regret
 
Later that night, Granny complained to Hadiza. “Wallahi, Sadeeq has no compassion — like a soldier. If that boy were truly a soldier, we’d all be in trouble.”
 
Jamal smiled faintly. “But Granny, you know this girl has always been stubborn. Maybe this punishment will change her.”
 
Granny frowned. “Still, that kind of beating is too much. Fatima is too patient and quiet; if it were that dry-hearted woman, only God knows the kind of fight that would have happened today.”
 
Jamal only smiled and left the room.
 
Elsewhere, Samira stayed in her room, not coming out. In truth, she secretly wished the girl had died — she hated her that much.
 
Jamal entered Fatima’s room and found her sitting quietly with her head resting on her hands. He sat beside her and gently took her hand. “My dear, what are you thinking about?”
 
“Abban Yusra, how can I not think? That girl behaves like someone possessed. She hates school so much. I brought her here hoping she’d change, but it’s only gotten worse,” Fatima said wearily.
 
Jamal smiled softly. “She’ll grow out of it — it’s just childishness. Let’s leave everything to Sadeeq’s decision and try to stay calm.”
 
Fatima nodded slowly. “Honestly, I agree. Sending her to boarding school is the best decision. Maybe there, she’ll finally learn discipline.”