Wani Sharrin Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

A large crowd witnessed the marriage contract between Ajwa Usman and her groom, Sa’idu Hashim.
A young boy ran into the house announcing that the marriage had just been concluded.
Inna Talatu, whom the children simply called Inna, came out into the courtyard beating a drum and chanting, “The marriage is done! Those with bitterness in their hearts can go and die.” Inna kept boasting proudly, while the bride Ajwa praised her mother with pride and excitement.
Seeing that the scene was getting out of hand, Ajwa’s paternal relatives withdrew the bride, as they considered the behavior disgraceful.
After the Isha prayer, cars arrived to take the bride away. Ajwa’s father gave her heartfelt advice and finally said, “For the sake of Allah and His Prophet, please protect my honor and live peacefully in your husband’s house. Do not involve yourself in matters that do not concern you. I don’t want to hear or see trouble.” With that, they escorted her to the car specially arranged for the bride.
The bride’s house was divided into two parts: one belonged to Sa’idu’s mother and the other to Ajwa. Ajwa’s section had two bedrooms and a toilet, though one room had no toilet. The parlor was furnished with a brown-and-white set of chairs, and the bedroom also had similar chairs.
The kitchen was in the courtyard, with a toilet and a small open space. The house was cemented—simple, befitting a modest lifestyle, but by God’s grace, it was neat and beautiful.
After dropping off the bride, the escorts returned home, gossiping about Ajwa’s household. Inna was overjoyed, continuing to boast about her daughter.
The day after the wedding, most people dispersed, but Ajwa’s distant paternal relatives stayed behind. Inna’s co-wife, Raliya—whom the children called Mamy—went to greet Inna in her room. They exchanged greetings with those who were still around, chatted briefly, then Mamy excused herself and returned to her room.
A week after the wedding, Ajwa was living peacefully with her husband and mother-in-law. However, Sa’idu realized that Ajwa had no knowledge of religion at all, and this became the beginning of problems between them.
He also noticed that Ajwa was stubborn, so he started correcting her after Maghrib prayers, teaching her basic religious rules and etiquette.
Ajwa was kind-hearted and loved her husband’s relatives, but if provoked, she could be extremely troublesome. She disliked staying in one place and loved going out. She had no issues with her mother-in-law because she tried to treat her well, but her mother-in-law was not someone to be taken lightly either.
That day, it was Mamy’s turn to cook. Alhaji Usman, whom the children called Baba, greeted her as he entered her room. She was sitting and chatting on a chair.
The room smelled strongly of incense, and the parlor was furnished with a black-and-white sofa set matching the room décor.
“Talatu is traveling, and she wants her cooking duties returned to her until the time of her trip,” Baba said as he sat down.
Startled, Mamy stood up, staring at him in disbelief. “I don’t understand what you mean,” she said, her voice shaking.
“Talatu is traveling and wants compensation for the days she cooked. Once she leaves, all the cooking will return to you until she comes back,” Baba said, pressing on his phone.
“But please, where has such a thing ever been heard of? It’s as if we’re living among pagans,” Mamy said, feeling deeply insulted by Talatu’s behavior.
“Are you saying I’m the pagan, or Talatu?” Baba snapped angrily.
Mamy burst into tears. “I swear I won’t accept this unless she cancels the trip.”
“That decision is up to you. I’ve said all I need to say,” Baba replied and walked out.
“Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un. What kind of calamity is this?” Mamy cried, hot tears streaming down her face.
Mamy performed ablution and picked up the Qur’an. Her children, Yusra and Aysar, gathered around her. She recited while crying until her heart felt calm. She then prayed voluntary prayers, and once she felt relieved, she entered the bedroom. Ten-year-old Yusra followed her, while seven-year-old Aysar ran toward Baba.
As Aysar stepped out, he met Zainab in the courtyard. “Come here, your sibling,” she called. Aysar ran back into the room. Zainab scoffed and said, “You’ll regret running when I call you.”
After the Zuhr prayer, Inna sent Zainab to collect the food tray. She stood at the doorway clicking her tongue. As Aysar came out to perform ablution, Zainab grabbed him, slapped him twice, shoved him, and said, “You wretched boy with a bad character, just like your mother.”
Mamy was sitting in the parlor watching everything, but she pretended not to see it, knowing that speaking up would only turn the blame on her.
Aysar burst into tears. As Yusra tried to go out, Mamy stopped her. “The food tray,” Zainab said sharply toward the room.
Yusra carried Mamy’s flask and two bowls outside. Aysar crouched crying; she held his hand and wiped his tears. Zainab rushed past her, forcing Yusra against the wall. Mamy wiped her own tears and came out, holding Aysar and comforting him.
Mamy took Aysar into the room while Yusra delivered the food. Inna’s children were Zainab, Khadijah, and A’isha, with Ajwa being the eldest.
Yusra, trembling, placed the food down and turned to leave when someone shouted, “Whose child is this loitering here?” It was Khadijah.
Yusra returned and sat, her face full of tears. “You wicked girl with a bad attitude,” A’isha said, pushing her head. Yusra held her head, crying. “If you don’t stop crying right now, I’ll beat you for real,” Zainab threatened.
Mamy listened from inside, knowing they might gang up and beat the girl as they often did. She came out into the courtyard and called Yusra.
Throughout all this, Inna sat calmly sharing food, neither stopping them nor scolding them.
Twenty minutes after they returned to the room, Zainab called Yusra to come and collect their dishes.
Aysar’s bowl was empty. When Mamy looked at Yusra staring at her brother’s bowl, Zainab said, “I remembered him only after I finished sharing the food, so manage it.”
Yusra said nothing. She went into the room, placed the food before Mamy, and told her everything that had happened.
Mamy prepared food for everyone, including herself. They ate, but they were not satisfied, as the food was very little.
Mamy lit a small charcoal stove near the doorway, cooked spaghetti with oil and spices, served the children, and then herself.
After eating, Yusra went out with the dirty dishes and washed everything while Aysar helped. As she gathered the plates to return inside, Zainab, passing by, shoved her. The plates fell, along with a knife.
The pain shot through Yusra’s head, and she screamed. Zainab quickly ran inside.
Mamy rushed out and saw Yusra lying among the washed utensils, crying. “How did you fall like this? Can’t you see?” Mamy said as she held her.
Yusra suddenly bent over, clutching her lower abdomen. Aysar, trying to gather the fallen items, looked at Mamy in panic and said, “Mamy, there is blood on Aunty.”
Alarmed, Mamy followed his gaze. Indeed, blood was slowly dripping from Yusra.
Since Mamy was already wearing her hijab, she quickly lifted Yusra and headed outside. Aysar ran after them.
Mamy rushed toward the chemist, completely panicked, barely able to see where she was going as she hurried along the road.