Yar Iya Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Ƴar Iya (The Trouble-Maker)
By Fadimatu Adamu Hassan (Diamond Lady)
The Great Fish Theft
Ƴar Iya was running like a fireball, bouncing like a frog as she darted through the streets. After over 30 minutes of non-stop sprinting, she finally screeched to a halt in front of a house, nearly skidding from the sudden stop. She leapt over the low fence and stormed into a small hut—clearly her territory.
Unknown to her, Bala the Fish Seller had been chasing her since she made her escape. Just as he arrived at the house and began calling loudly, Mallam Umaru Gallara—her uncle—answered and invited Bala inside politely. Out of sheer respect, Bala accepted.
Once seated, Mallam Umaru asked kindly if all was well. Bala, too embarrassed to spill the truth, simply said he came to greet him, then quickly left. But in his heart, Bala swore vengeance on Ƴar Iya.
Thirty Minutes Earlier…
Ƴar Iya had returned from her usual wandering, stomach growling. When the scent of fresh fried fish from Bala’s stand hit her nose, her senses lit up. She quickly dashed over to his table, where he had just removed fish from the oil and laid them out.
With her mouth watering and eyes fixed hungrily, she demanded, “Hey you! I want all the fish on this table.”
Bala, wary from stories of her behavior, decided to stand his ground. “How much do you want to pay?” he asked.
Ƴar Iya scoffed. “All of it. Just pack it into bags for me.”
Bala turned to grab something, but by the time he looked back, three bags were gone—completely full of his fish.
Ƴar Iya had vanished down the road.
She gobbled down two of the bags within minutes—bones and all! Just as Bala caught sight of her again, she stuffed the third bag in her mouth and bolted. She dashed past a group of villagers, who quickly parted ways like the Red Sea to avoid being knocked down.
Despite Bala’s best efforts, she outran him all the way to her house.
Back to Reality: Bala’s Boiling Rage
When Bala returned to his stall, he found the rest of his fish burned beyond rescue. No customers, no stock. Just loss.
As he sat in despair, tears trailing down his cheeks, his friend Tanimu arrived. Concerned, Tanimu asked what happened. Bala poured out the whole ordeal.
Tanimu burst out laughing.
“That’s your mistake, Bala. You messed with the Queen of Chaos herself—Ƴar Iya. Next time, if she asks for fish, just give her. Otherwise, you’ll be the one cooked next time, not the fish.”
Queen of Mayhem at Home
Back at home, Ƴar Iya returned with the stolen chicken stew she had swiped earlier from the palace kitchen. Her grandmother, Iya, was pounding grain. Noticing the unfamiliar pot, Iya asked, “Where did you get that? Don’t tell me you stole again!”
Ƴar Iya shot her a glare. “Old woman, stop snooping! I didn't steal anything. It's none of your business.”
After some coaxing and flattery from Iya, Ƴar Iya softened. She instructed Iya to fry the chicken while she ran back out, saying she’d share it with her later.
Disaster at the Palace
On the way, she made a detour—to the palace of the Ardo (village chief). As usual, the guards gave her way, terrified of her wildness.
She stormed into the kitchen of Saratu, one of the Ardo’s wives. Upon seeing a pot of soup on the stove, she grinned wickedly. She uncovered it and found half-cooked chicken legs swimming in broth. With a gleeful snarl, she grabbed the entire pot, hugged it like a baby, and ran out at full speed.
On her way, she tripped and collided with the palace guards, who thought she was the chief’s horse. But she didn’t stop—just picked up the pot and vanished into the distance.
The Feared Fighter Strikes Again
Later that day, she returned to the palace—but this time to the quarters of Saratu herself. Saratu, unaware of what was coming, chuckled at the sight of Ƴar Iya.
Big mistake.
Ƴar Iya, sensing mockery, exploded.
“Look at this old hag pretending to laugh! If I get angry today, even your ancestors won’t recognize your remains!”
Saratu stood to retaliate, but Ƴar Iya was too fast. She kicked her to the floor, punched another wife (Salamatu) in the mouth, and found a cow bone which she forced down Saratu’s throat.
When she was done, she walked out proudly, laughing. “Next time, laugh at your ancestors, not me!”
A Legend Among Villains
Back at her friend A’i’s house, Ƴar Iya bragged about her day—how she swiped chicken stew, assaulted two palace wives, and escaped Bala with fish.
The two friends, villains in their own right, decided to celebrate by causing more chaos at the town’s central square. They faked an emergency, shouting that a notorious bandit, Sakse, was approaching.
“Run! Run! Sakse is coming with a knife!” they screamed.
Panic ensued as villagers fled the area in confusion.
Ƴar Iya and A’i? They stayed behind... to raid snacks and laugh at the chaos they caused.