Tauheedah Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Tauheeda and Her World
 
The curtain of the room was lifted, the sunlight filled the place, shining on her face. Tauheeda frowned a little when she saw her mother standing at the doorway. She thought it was her younger siblings, since today was Saturday there was no western school, only Islamiyya. She already knew they had returned home.
 
“Tauheeda, get up and do the dishes for me since I’ve finished cooking. If I keep giving in to you, you’ll never do anything.”
 
Tauheeda pouted, frowning in a way that only made her look prettier. “I already told you, Mama, my head has been hurting since morning. Waheeda has come back, let her do it.”
 
Mama shook her head. She was used to it, because among her three daughters, Tauheeda was the only one who disliked chores. She was the eldest, but she was also the most self-indulgent. She loved relaxing, bathing, dressing up, going to parties, and using TikTok. In her life, watching videos of the rich pleased her more than anything else.
 
“Tauheeda, may Allah fulfill your wish for you to marry a rich man just as you always desire.” That was Mama’s daily prayer for her. And Tauheeda would reply with pride: “Mama, you know I’ll marry a rich man. I’m beautiful, I’ve got the shape, men must look at me. It’s just that the time for marriage hasn’t come yet.”
 
As for Waheeda, the younger one, she loved studying. She resented how Mama always favored Tauheeda. She refused to do the dishes when told and ran into her room. Mama grew angry but let it go.
 
Tauheeda’s Life
 
In the daytime, Tauheeda didn’t go to Islamiyya; instead she went visiting friends and attending parties. Even at home, if the food prepared wasn’t special, she would sulk. When she opened the kitchen pot and saw millet dumplings, she hissed: “May God curse poverty.”
 
She dressed in a purple material gown, sprayed on strong perfume, picked up a fine bag and shoes. Her phone rang — it was her friend Fauzy calling her to a wedding.
 
In the courtyard Mama was counting money. Tauheeda mocked her: “Mama, is it that little money you’re fiddling with, maybe just two thousand?” Then she added: “Don’t worry, soon your suffering will be over. I’ll marry a rich man.”
 
Mama only kept quiet. Among all her children, Tauheeda was the one dearest to her heart.
 
Conflict with Nura
 
Intending to go out to the wedding, Tauheeda called Nura, her boyfriend, a student at BUK. She wanted him to get a car and take her to the wedding. But Nura, modest and reserved, failed to borrow a car from his friends out of shyness. When Tauheeda called him, he said he would come with a motorcycle.
 
Something burst inside Tauheeda: “Me? Ride a motorcycle? Do you think I look like the kind of girl who rides motorcycles? Don’t test my patience!” She hung up the phone angrily.
 
Annoyed, she boarded a tricycle. When she got near the wedding venue, she quarreled with the driver about the fare. “Miserable man!” she threw the money at him with a hiss. These words came from a heart still stung with anger
 
As she was about to enter the wedding event center, she almost bumped into a handsome young man, phone in hand. The scent of his perfume filled her senses, until she felt hers had vanished. Their eyes met briefly.
 
“Sorry,” he said with composure, then walked away.
 
Her heart pounded as if it would burst. “Tauheeda, breathe!” she told herself. But in her heart she despised herself — today she had stared at a man longer than she should have.
 
The Wedding Glamour
 
Tauheeda entered the event center. The place was adorned with luxury cars and famous people. The wedding was no small affair — they said the groom was the son of the Bauchi governor. This increased her excitement, because she knew it was at such places that one could meet a “rich man.”
 
Her friends, especially Fauzy, received her with smiles. “Tauheeda, you look as beautiful as a bride,” they said laughing. But in her heart, she was still filled with anger at Nura and the insult from the tricycle driver.
 
And her heart kept replaying the image of the young man she had collided with at the door. His fragrance, his class, and his calmness bound her heart more than she had expected.
 
The Dream of Marrying a Rich Man
 
Since childhood, Tauheeda had always dreamed of marrying a rich man. She and her mother shared the same daily prayer — not for a man of knowledge or religion, but for a wealthy one.
 
That was why, even at home, if the food wasn’t fancy, she refused to eat it. Today it was millet dumplings — she rejected them. “I’ll eat food outside,” she said. She always considered herself a woman of status, not someone who should live among common people
 
Nura’s Struggle
 
On the other side, Nura was struggling with his love for Tauheeda. He was a student, patient and modest, but he loved her deeply. Even though her demands were beyond his means, he kept trying to meet them.
 
But today, his failure to borrow a car nearly destroyed their relationship. He knew Tauheeda’s nature, he knew she would hardly forgive him. Yet the love he felt for her tied him down.
 
Even he couldn’t understand why — why he loved a woman who constantly belittled him. Still, he couldn’t let her go.
 
A Glimpse of Destiny
 
The wedding continued in joy. Tauheeda sat watching the arrival of wealthy people, dreaming that one of them might notice her. But her heart could not forget the young man at the door, who didn’t even know her name.
 
Could this unforgettable encounter be the beginning of a new turning point in her life?
 
Then her heart spoke to her again: “Tauheeda, this is not Nura. This one is different. This is the very dream you’ve been carrying.”