Yayana Mijina Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

A Father's Advice and a Mother's Secret
 
Sarah sat quietly as her father gave her firm but loving advice. “Remember you’re a married woman now, even if you haven’t seen your husband. Hold on to your dignity. Don’t follow boys or let anyone—professors included—mislead you.”
 
She nodded in obedience, though a part of her still questioned the kind of man she had been given to in marriage. “I’ve never even met him,” she whispered. Her father smiled faintly. “Time will reveal all. Just remember to uphold your values.”
 
Later that evening, her mother, sensing Sarah’s unease, sat her down and began to unveil a family history she had never heard before.
 
Twenty years ago, her mother Zainab and her stepmother Lubabatu were both married to the same man, Aminu, in a family tradition of arranged cousin marriages. Zainab, despite being the first wife, was childless for years. Lubabatu, the second wife, bore children early and began to scorn Zainab. When Zainab finally conceived after seven long years, it caused tension and jealousy.
 
Sarah was the daughter born from that long-awaited pregnancy, while her husband-to-be, Ashrim, was Lubabatu’s son. Now, fate had joined the children of the once-rival wives.
 
“You’re marrying into a family filled with resentment,” her mother warned. “But I beg you, carry yourself with grace. You are strong. Be patient.”
 
Sarah could only respond softly, “Insha Allah.”
 
A Cold Welcome
 
As the family journeyed to Kaduna the next day, Sarah was quiet and anxious. She barely knew her groom, and the thought of joining a household already brimming with dislike was heavy on her heart.
 
On the other end, at the lavish family mansion in Kaduna, Ashrim made his disdain known. “I didn’t ask for this marriage,” he told his mother. “If she thinks she’s welcome here, she’s wrong. I won’t see her, I won’t live with her. Let her stay in her quarters, and if she annoys me—she leaves.”
 
His mother encouraged this rebellious behavior, even plotting with him to chase Sarah out if needed.
 
When Sarah arrived, she was met with cold stares. Only her father-in-law, Uncle Yakubu, and his mother, Goggo Falmata, treated her with kindness. The rest of the household—Ashrim’s mother Lubabatu, his twin sisters Mami and Minal, and their married sister Rukayya—either ignored her or openly displayed contempt.
 
Sarah noticed her new home was grand, filled with luxury. But it lacked warmth. Even when she greeted her new mother-in-law, the woman barely acknowledged her. “You’re the new bride? Hmm,” was all she got in return.
 
Inside, as she sipped juice with trembling hands, Sarah felt her heart sink. Her journey was only beginning.
 
The Groom's Absence and the Family Tensions
 
Ashrim was nowhere to be found. He had instructed his family to tell Sarah he was out of the country, even though he was in his room, refusing to meet her.
 
Back in the parlor, her father tried to ease her nerves. “You’ll be attending university on Monday. Ashrim might even be teaching there,” he said. That only added to her confusion.
 
Goggo Falmata, ever the wise elder, tried to lighten the mood. “You’re beautiful, my child. That alone will be a problem for the jealous ones here.”
 
Sarah smiled weakly. Deep down, she felt completely unprepared for the hostility awaiting her.
 
Later that night, Ashrim’s sisters gossiped about her. “She’s just here because of the money,” said Mami. “I don’t even want to look at her,” Minal added, though she had at least smiled during Sarah’s arrival.
 
Rukayya, married and mature, scolded them. “Don’t forget, she’s your sister-in-law now. Treat her with respect.”
 
But the damage had been done. Sarah had already sensed the icy walls around her.
 
New Beginnings, Unseen Challenges
 
In her room, Sarah performed ablution and prayed. Her only companion was Allah. “Please guide me through this strange new life,” she whispered into her hands.
 
She didn’t know when or how she would even meet Ashrim. She didn’t know what he looked like, what he believed in, or if he’d ever accept her.
 
Elsewhere in the mansion, Ashrim lounged in his part of the house, unbothered. His mother, proud and controlling, reassured him, “You won’t have to deal with her. I’ll take care of everything. If she steps out of line, she goes back to her father.”
 
Ashrim agreed. “I’m not ready to share my space or heart with anyone. Not her.”
 
The next morning, Sarah prepared herself for what lay ahead. Dressed modestly, she tried her best to make a good impression. Yet every interaction reminded her that she was unwanted by most in the house.
 
Her father-in-law did what he could to protect her. “Don’t worry about Ashrim for now,” he said. “Just focus on your studies. Everything else will sort itself out.”
 
Sarah smiled and nodded, but her heart remained heavy.
 
> Would she ever be seen as more than a burden? Would Ashrim ever give her a chance?
Only time would tell.