Iznah Book Complete Hausa Novels By Mamughee

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The Gathering Storm in the Village

An elder, likely around fifty years of age or slightly older, with a strikingly fair complexion that made his pure Fulani heritage obvious at a single glance, sat upon a traditional mat in the center of his courtyard. He watched his wife with deep, unspoken joy as she carefully cleaned the rice he had specifically purchased. He had bought it so that a proper home-cooked meal would be waiting to welcome his absolute favorite child—the daughter of his heart—upon her return from the boarding school where she had spent the last several months.
With a polite greeting, a young man of moderate build stepped into the courtyard, holding a black plastic bag in his hand. He extended it toward their mother, saying:
"Baffa, I swear fish was incredibly scarce in the market today. It was with great difficulty that I managed to secure even this much. It is best we leave the rest until early tomorrow morning; I will return to the market before they arrive to see if any more can be found."
His face lighting up with a warm, bright smile, Baffa replied:
"It does not matter, Jafar. Even this small amount will suffice. Besides, I have already instructed Aliyu to catch two chickens tomorrow and slaughter them for her so she can eat to her heart's content."
Inna merely shook her head, silently amazed at how Baffa was consistently unable to suppress or hide his overwhelming favoritism and deep love for ANANO. Everyone in the entire village knew that his love for her was vastly different from how he felt about his other children.
Baffa Salisu was his full name, a true-born native of Danja, a small village located within a local government area in Yola State.
Baffa had one wife and five children. Among them were four boys and only one girl. She was actually born a twin, but her sister, Husaina, had passed away before their naming ceremony, leaving her with the name HASSANA. However, they affectionately called her ANANO, which means Hassana in the Fulani language.
Anano was the last-born and the youngest by a wide margin, as she wasn't born until all her older brothers had grown up. Consequently, everyone in the household doted on her, especially Baffa, who showered her with an intense, consuming affection. Since she was the only young child left in a house where her older brothers had already transitioned into young men, she was fiercely protected.
Baffa possessed a decent amount of livestock, and he owned a farmland where he cultivated crops every year alongside his sons.
In their entire village, absolutely no one had pursued formal Western education (Boko); everyone was strictly dedicated to farming, cattle herding, and Islamic religious studies.
Yusuf was the eldest son. He was generally patient, though whenever he did lose his temper, he found it very difficult to let go of his anger. Aliyu came after Yusuf; he was naturally argumentative and possessed a fiery temperament, especially if anyone provoked him, which was why people generally avoided crossing his path. Next was Usman, who also possessed a stubborn, confrontational streak, particularly when it came to Anano. He often felt she was becoming disrespectful due to how much everyone spoiled her.
Jafar was the calmest and most patient among the brothers. He held a special affection for Anano. Although all the brothers loved her deeply, she shared the closest bond with Jafar because he was the one who would frequently escort her to the village square to watch the evening festivities before bringing her safely back home.
Ever since she was a little girl, Anano had felt a deep passion for education within her heart. It was a constant topic of conversation between her and her father. Baffa had long harbor the intention and sworn a solemn vow to send her to school. By the grace of God, when educational awareness advocates were sent to their village to promote Western education, Baffa became the very first man to agree to let his daughter enroll. Soon after, a few other villagers followed his lead, and immediate preparations were made for the children to begin attending classes.
Upon completing their primary school education within the village, they transitioned to a girls' boarding secondary school located far away within the capital city of Adamawa.
Ever since she entered secondary school, Anano’s eyes had opened to the world. She had always been naturally outspoken, sharp-tongued, and incredibly skilled at delivering scathing, witty retorts; she never allowed an insulting remark to pass without firing back a harsher response, regardless of who the person was.
The school term they had just completed had been exceptionally long; they had spent nearly five solid months away before beginning preparations to return home, marking the official completion of their secondary education.
The moment Jafar returned from a recent trip and informed Baffa that Anano was finally graduating and returning for good, Baffa was overwhelmed with pure joy. He immediately began boasting to the entire village that his precious Anano had completed her studies and was on her way to becoming a grand medical doctor who would treat the sick. Within a short time, the entire village was buzzing with the news, especially when they heard she was going to be a doctor.
Baffa ordered special preparations to welcome Anano and celebrate her graduation. Villagers had already begun arriving at his home to offer their congratulations even before she arrived.
Anano was remarkably fair-skinned, just like the rest of her family, but she far surpassed them all in physical beauty because of her striking feminine features. Now that she had completed her secondary education, she was seventeen years old.
As night fell, all the frying and roasting of the fish was completed. There was nothing Anano loved more than roasted fish served with raw onions, a preference she had held since childhood. That was why Baffa had personally gone to purchase it to ensure it was prepared for her.
Early the following morning, Baffa instructed Inna to sweep every corner of the compound and set the pot over the fire to cook the rice. He had explicitly provided money for Aliyu to travel down to the city to buy premium rice specifically for her meal.
Once Inna finished all her chores, she retired to her room and lay down, struck by a sudden, severe headache. The sun had risen high and evening was fast approaching, yet there was still no sign of the school bus, and the students had not arrived.

Part 2: The Soldier in Los Angeles

Flat 24, Fancris Street, Los Angeles...
He lay by the edge of the swimming pool, dressed only in a pair of three-quarter shorts, resting inside a small luxury relaxation pavilion. His eyes were softly closed as if he were asleep, but he wasn't sleeping. His fair skin radiated a distinct, healthy glow of luxury and effortless good looks, made even more prominent by the fact that he was completely shirtless.
Slowly opening his clear, oily eyes, he reached out his hand toward the table and picked up his phone. For the countless time that day, he dialed her number again.
Hearing the familiar automated response informing him that the device was switched off, he sat up straight, a heavy feeling of unease settling into his chest. This was the very first time he had ever initiated a call to Nafeesat since their marriage, yet her phone remained stubbornly unreachable.
He rose to his feet and dialed the number once more. It was still switched off.
Unable to stop himself, he systematically redialed the number nearly twenty consecutive times, but the call simply would not go through.
Thrusting his hands into his pockets, he stood at the edge of the swimming pool, fixing a distant, contemplative gaze onto the undulating surface of the water.
Ever since he married Nafeesat two years ago, he had never once picked up his phone to call her. Instead, she was always the one who called him—morning, noon, and night—frequently to the point where he would grow overwhelmed by her persistent calls and turn off his phones.
Yet, she never harbored any resentment or anger over his absolute lack of communication. Her only desire was simply to call him, hear his voice, and check on his well-being. Whenever he traveled to be with her, she would scarcely sit down, completely dedicating herself to serving his every need, desperate to please him or catch even a single glimpse of a smile on his face. But he had never given her one.
Nafeesat possessed a level of patience and profound endurance that very few women could ever boast of. She loved him with an intense, pure, and deeply authentic devotion. It was this fierce love that had originally compelled him to agree to marry her, recognizing that she was entirely willing to sacrifice her own personal happiness for the sake of his love.
Yet, following their marriage, she found nothing but deep emotional sorrow, cold neglect, and a crushing sense of indifference from him. She bore all of this silently, completely refusing to blame him or fault his actions in the slightest way.
From the days before their marriage up until this very moment, she had never once seen him laugh. Despite her endless efforts to bring a smile to his face, she had never succeeded, because there was simply no love or joy left within his life.
Her heart often felt tightly constricted by the painful realization that there wasn't a single drop of romantic love for her within his soul. She wept bitterly in secret and cried openly, yet she simply could not secure an emotional foothold in his heart.
Even though he was a military soldier, he did not possess the harsh, aggressive temperament typical of many soldiers. It was this calm, disciplined, and quiet nature that made her love him even more deeply.
Eventually, she accepted her reality, surrendered her destiny entirely into the hands of God, and continued to treat him with unwavering kindness. Over time, a profound sense of pity and deep empathy for her began to take root in his chest, driven by her endless patience and fierce devotion. She consistently refused to see any fault or error in how he treated her, even though he rarely stayed in the country for long.
Eventually, he relocated her to Los Angeles to live with him, actively forcing himself to show her care and attention. He tried his best to provide her with affection and protection, though, in reality, she knew his efforts were driven primarily by a sense of duty to make her happy.
By the grace of God, she eventually became pregnant. Never in her wildest dreams did she expect to see him exhibit true happiness until he received the news of her pregnancy. From that exact moment, he doubled his care and attentiveness toward her.
At this point in his life, there was nothing he treasured more than the unborn child she carried. His own life had been defined by the profound misery of growing up without a mother, a father, or a single sibling to look to for comfort. Now, for the very first time, he was going to have a child of his own blood. Because of this, a genuine affection and deep empathy for Nafeesat finally found a permanent home in his heart.
Ever since their marriage, she had recognized the deep loneliness and internal sorrow that plagued his soul. She focused all her prayers on asking God to bring lasting joy into his life, especially after discovering that his stepmother (Mum Asee) and his younger half-brother held absolutely no genuine affection for him, viewing him only as a target to seize his vast wealth.
As her pregnancy entered its final stages, he sent her back home to Nigeria so she could give birth there. He explicitly arranged for an elderly, experienced matron to move into the house to care for her, even though Mum Asee and the rest of the family lived in the same residence.
Ordinarily, she would call him from the early hours of dawn until late at night without ever growing weary. Even if he failed to answer, she would leave him a warm voice note. Yet today, for the very first time since dawn broke until the sun set, she had not called him once. He knew with absolute certainty that something terrible must have happened to prevent her, because she would never fail to call him under normal circumstances, no matter the situation.
Closing his fair eyes tightly once more, he lifted his phone and dialed her number again. The result was identical: switched off.
Checking his wristwatch, he calculated the time and realized that Nigeria was currently fast approaching the hour of the Magrib (sunset) prayer. He selected Mum Asee’s number and hit dial. The phone rang continuously until it cut off; no one answered. He redialed, leaving nearly four missed calls, yet there was still no response.
He felt a sudden, violent surge of panic disrupt his mind. An instinctual, heavy premonition told him that Nafeesat was in grave danger.
Closing his eyes as they began to shift color from intense anxiety, he felt an overwhelming urge to see her, to confirm her safety, and to protect his unborn baby. Opening his eyes, he sharply dialed a different number.
The phone rang twice before it was answered. Forcing his mouth open, he spoke in a low, incredibly smooth, and authoritative voice:
"Whatever it is you are doing, drop it immediately tonight. Go and book our flight. We are going home to Nigeria tomorrow."
"What? Are you kidding me?..."
He instantly disconnected the call, his face contorting in irritation. He had absolutely no patience to listen to the rest of Zayyan’s protests; listening to him would only trigger a massive headache on top of the intense anxiety he was already battling.

Part 3: The Fatal Encounter in the Woods

3:00 PM, Girls' College...
Anano sat beneath the shade of a large tree near where their school bus was being loaded, happily singing a song to herself. Eventually, she stood up, spinning around playfully as she raised the volume of her voice. Reaching out, she grabbed Ubaidah’s hand and pulled her into the cheerful, spinning dance.
Nusaiba, who was walking toward them holding three sachets of pure water she had bought for them, quickly hurried over. She joined in the dance, joyfully singing along to the melody Anano was humming.
Ubaidah looked at them after drinking half of her sachet of water. Releasing a short sigh of irritation, she shook her head before saying:
"For God's sake, Anano, when will you two realize that you are growing up? Do you not feel even a shred of embarrassment, dancing and singing out loud like this in front of so many people?"
Anano executed one final turn, took a sachet of water, opened it, and took a small sip. Sitting down next to Ubaidah, the playful expression on her face slowly transitioned into a quiet, reflective look. She spoke softly:
"I simply want to experience every bit of joy I can today before I return home. For some strange reason, my heart tells me that today is a deeply significant day for my happiness—perhaps it is the final day of my childhood joy, or perhaps it is the gateway to an entirely new kind of happiness."
Turning her gaze toward Nusaiba, a deep, unexplainable chill suddenly settled into her body. She asked:
"Nusy, you are the one person whose personality is almost identical to mine. Do you feel what I am feeling today?"
Nusaiba looked back at her, gently taking her hand into her own as she replied:
"Anano, I do not feel anything unusual in my heart at all. I am filled with pure excitement and a desperate desire to ensure we reach home as quickly as possible."
Before they could exchange another word, the bus driver called out, instructing everyone to board as all the luggage had been successfully packed. They rose to their feet, bidding a final farewell to their classmates amid mutual promises of how much they would miss each other, and boarded the vehicle.
They took their seats at the very back of the bus. Anano sat right next to the window, with Nusaiba directly beside her, followed by Ubaidah and another girl from their village named Nana. The bus was tightly packed to capacity with male and female students from their own village and neighboring communities located further down the road.
The moment the bus set out on the road, Anano felt a sudden, violent throb of panic strike her chest. Right then, a sharp cramp tore through her lower abdomen. She closed her eyes tightly as she felt her menstrual period arrive unexpectedly, knowing from experience that she suffered from an incredibly heavy flow.
Turning to Nusaiba, she spoke in a faint, strained voice:
"I swear, I just want to close my eyes and suddenly find myself inside our house. My period just started, and I know that before we arrive, I am bound to get stained."
She let out a sharp sigh of frustration as she realized that sunset (Magrib) had already overtaken them on the road. The driver was traveling at an agonizingly slow pace due to his advanced age and the dilapidated condition of the vehicle; they had already been forced to pull over more than three times to perform emergency repairs, and they still had a considerable distance left to cover.
By 9:40 PM, the bus ground to a halt yet again. This time, however, they were quite close to the border of their village.
Every single student inside the bus was thoroughly exhausted and miserable. They were completely drained from the prolonged sitting and the agonizingly slow journey. Everyone was desperate to reach home; they were starving, parched with thirst, and terrified by how late it had become, as the roads had already grown completely deserted.
The students began filing out of the bus one by one, each releasing frustrated sighs. The elderly driver popped open the hood of the vehicle and began peering into the engine, looking incredibly pitiful as the bus had caused him more trouble today than ever before.
Anano was the only one who refused to step out of the bus, knowing full well that her clothes had already been badly stained.
Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck her mind just as an old, heavily loaded pickup truck rattled past, its headlights briefly illuminating the dark path ahead. A bright smile broke across her face. Stepping out of the bus, she stared intently at the dark layout of the path.
Turning around in excitement, she prepared to call out to Ubaidah and the others, but she realized they had already crossed over to the other side of the road to relieve themselves. Without thinking further, she turned toward the path and muttered to herself:
"Just meet me at home. I know I will easily beat you all there if I cut straight through this farmland."
She scrambled down the embankment, completely devoid of fear, her mind entirely focused on the overwhelming desire to reach home.
Only when she had penetrated deep into the thick, overgrown farmland did she suddenly halt dead in her tracks. Her ears had just picked up the distinct, heavy sound of human movement nearby.
Her heart hammered violently against her ribs, but she forced herself to keep moving forward. Suddenly, she heard a much louder, heavier rustling sound. Listening intently, she realized without a shred of doubt that it was the sound of multiple footsteps, and the movement seemed to be advancing directly toward her position.
She spun around, a deep sense of terror and vulnerability overtaking her. She could see absolutely nothing through the pitch-black darkness of the night; the faint light of the crescent moon, which she had initially hoped would guide her safely home, was entirely blocked out by the tall, dense stalks of corn and millet surrounding her.
She spun around sharply as the distinct sound of frantic running footsteps rapidly closed in on her. Absolute panic seized her mind. She turned and began desperately clawing her way through the thick crops, running blindly without having any idea where she was placing her feet.
Suddenly, a booming, brutal voice echoed through the darkness, sending a chilling tremor straight through her soul:
"Do not let her escape! Corner her and bring her down, by whatever means necessary—alive or dead!"
Anano accelerated into a frantic sprint, glancing terrified over her shoulder even though she could see absolutely nothing. She was completely unaware that she had already run far off the path leading to her village, advancing deep into an isolated sector of the wilderness.
She ground to a halt, her entire body shaking violently as she looked frantically in every direction. She could tell from the sounds that they had almost completely cornered her.
A desperate sob escaped her throat. Spotting a massive, ancient tree ahead, she sprinted toward it, diving into the thick, overgrown wild grass beneath its roots. Her body trembling uncontrollably, she squeezed her eyes shut.
"Ahhhh..."
A soft, agonized female voice suddenly gasped out nearby, a sound laced with profound physical pain and exhaustion.
Anano snapped her eyes open, her body convulsing with a fresh wave of terror.
Through the gloom, she spotted a woman heavily advanced in pregnancy. The woman had just collapsed flat on her stomach, and she was desperately struggling to push herself back up through her intense agony, determined to keep running.
Before the pregnant woman could stand, five men suddenly emerged from the darkness, completely surrounding her. Every single one of them possessed a brutal, cold face devoid of a single drop of human mercy; one look at them was enough to know they were cold-blooded killers.
Clutching her protruding stomach with one hand in sheer agony, tears streaming down her face, the woman attempted to rise. The leader of the group stepped forward, raised his hand, and delivered a devastating, bone-shattering slap across her face. The force of the blow knocked her flat onto her stomach again. She released a choked, muffled scream, her physical strength completely spent.
Using his heavy boot, the man violently kicked her onto her back, planting his foot firmly onto her pregnant belly as he snarled:
"You had better tell us exactly where you hid those documents right now, or I swear I will fire a bullet straight into this stomach of yours this very second!"
Lifting her face in profound agony, tears mixing with the dirt, she whispered defiantly:
"Never... I will never tell you where those documents are hidden. I would gladly choose to die a thousand times over before I reveal their location, just to ensure you never ruin SAHEEB’S life!"
The man delivered a brutal, savage blow directly to her mouth, stamping down on her pregnant stomach in a fit of rage. His patience had reached its absolute limit. He was not a man for long conversations; he preferred to send his victims straight to the grave, but this woman had been running and making them chase her through the wilderness since morning.
Pulling out his phone in a blind fury, he dialed Mum Asee’s number.
On the other end, Mum Asee answered the phone, equally enraged and anxious. She had been unable to find a single moment of peace until Nafeesat was forced to reveal the exact location of the deeds to Saheeb’s vast estates.
In a harsh, terrifying voice, the contract killer spoke:
"Hajiya, this woman is completely refusing to speak. Furthermore, she is actively complicating our job; she has already attempted to escape twice. Right now, we have secured her deep in the forest of a distant village far out of town."
Mum Asee snapped to her feet from her luxury sofa, her face contorting with a cold, merciless rage as she hissed into the phone:
"Bullet, listen to me. Interrogate her one last time. If she still refuses to speak, point the gun directly at her stomach and shoot her! If that does not kill her, fire a second bullet straight into her heart!"
She instantly disconnected the call, turning her cold gaze toward her biological son, Kamal, who sat nearby watching her with an equally furious expression. She ordered:
"Kamal, call Saheeb immediately. Inform him that his wife went missing since dawn and hasn't been seen since. If he asks about me, tell him that my blood pressure spiked severely, and Sarah gave me some medication that knocked me out into a deep sleep."

Part 4: The Vow of the Dying Mother

Bullet extended his hand, and one of his men immediately placed a handgun into his palm. Releasing a wicked, curved dagger shaped like a serpent from his tactical boot, he glared down at the pregnant woman with absolute malice.
He seized her violently by the throat, squeezing with terrifying force as he snarled:
"Are you going to tell us where those papers are right now, or do you still prefer that we send you straight to join Saheeb’s dead mother?"
Nafeesat gasped frantically for air as her airway was completely cut off. Squeezing her eyes shut in sheer agony, her legs thrashed wildly against the dirt as she desperately clawed at his iron grip, trying to pull his hand away from her throat.
With a grunt of disgust, he violently hurled her away. She crashed heavily onto the ground, releasing a ragged, agonizing gasp as a sudden gush of blood broke from her body. Forcing herself up with the absolute last of her strength, she parted her lips and whispered:
"For God's sake... just kill me quickly..."
Before she could even finish her sentence, he pointed the handgun directly at her face, stepping heavily onto her stomach in a blind rage.
At this point, Anano almost lost control of her bladder from sheer terror. Sweating profusely, tears streaming down her face, her entire body shook violently as she witnessed the horrific scene unfolding right before her eyes. In her panic, she let out a loud, involuntary shriek.
The killers spun around in absolute shock, panic flashing through their ranks as they realized someone was hiding in the darkness and witnessing their crime.
Gathering every ounce of her remaining strength, Nafeesat violently shoved the leader away, scrambled to her feet, and began fleeing deeper into the dense forest, despite the agonizing labor pains and cramps ravaging her body.
"Get them! Chase them down and kill both of them!" Bullet roared in a panic.
His men instantly bolted after them. Anano, seeing the leader advancing directly toward her hiding spot, felt her breath literally catch in her throat from pure terror. In a state of absolute panic, she leaped out from the brush and began sprinting blindly into the forest, looking back terrified as the leader gained ground on her.
Spotting a massive tree ahead, and completely indifferent to whatever wild animals might be lurking inside, she dove into its hollow trunk, pulling a dense pile of wild grass over her body. She forcefully held her breath, desperately clamping her hand over her mouth to suffocate the violent sobs tearing through her chest.
The physical pain from her period cramps was now agonizing, and she clutched her lower abdomen, whimpering in pain as she listened to their footsteps.
Suddenly, she felt a hand violently pull her forward. Terrified, she opened her mouth to scream, but Anano quickly realized it was Nafeesat. She rapidly clamped her hand over Nafeesat’s mouth, pulling a fresh layer of wild grass over both of them to conceal their location.
Nafeesat squeezed her eyes shut, releasing a silent, agonizing sob against Anano’s hand. She was in excruciating pain, especially as she felt her amniotic fluid rushing down her legs.
Deeply moved by pity and terrified by the fact that Nafeesat looked like she was on the verge of death—her body convulsing and shaking violently—Anano cautiously peeked out from the brush. Hearing no immediate footsteps, she crept out, helping Nafeesat up. Together, they began to run, though Nafeesat could barely put one foot in front of the other.
"They are right over there! Catch them and kill them both!" a voice roared through the trees.
Anano glanced back in absolute horror. Squeezing Nafeesat's hand tighter, she tried to force her to run faster.
Realizing the girls were opening up a gap between them, Bullet stopped, raised his handgun, took careful aim, and fired directly at them.
A horrific, ragged gasp tore from Nafeesat’s chest as the bullet struck her back. She collapsed forward, landing flat on her stomach.
Anano let out a bloodcurdling scream, completely traumatized by the horrific violence—a sight she had never witnessed before in her entire life. She desperately grabbed Nafeesat’s hand, trying to haul her back up to her feet.
Nafeesat weakly shook her head, her voice barely a whisper through her agonizing pain:
"Run... leave me and keep running. Do not let them catch you... they will kill you too."
Anano shook her head violently, tears blinding her eyes as she cried:
"I can't! I can't leave you here alone!"
She grabbed Nafeesat again, forcing her to her feet just as a second gunshot echoed through the trees. The bullet struck Nafeesat again. As she went limp and began falling backward, Anano desperately lunged forward to hold her.
Losing their balance, they tumbled backward together. Tragically, they had run right to the edge of a steep, deep cliff hidden by the overgrowth. Together, they plunged down the precipice, tumbling down the rocky incline.
Anano’s head struck a massive boulder at the base of the cliff. She let out a sharp cry of agonizing pain. Fighting through the dizziness as the entire world spun violently around her, she forced herself into a sitting position.
With extreme difficulty, she crawled through the darkness toward Nafeesat. She carefully rolled her over, but Nafeesat lay completely motionless, her face pale.
Anano began shaking her frantically, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs in a state of absolute terror.
Suddenly, she heard a strange, heavy, and unnatural gasp escape Nafeesat’s chest—a sound so deeply terrifying that Anano instinctively recoiled in fear, her entire body trembling violently.
Using the absolute last pocket of air remaining in her collapsing chest, Nafeesat weakly reached out and grabbed Anano’s hand. She slid a unique, heavy ring onto Anano’s finger, clamping her hand shut over it. In a strained, fading voice that barely carried, she whispered:
"For God's sake... what did I give birth to?"
Trembling from head to toe, her mind paralyzed with fear, Anano cautiously reached her shaking hand down to check. In a cracking, terrified voice, she whispered back:
"It... it's a boy."
A long, heavy, and final gasp escaped Nafeesat’s lips. She squeezed Anano’s hand tighter one last time, her voice cracking completely as she pleaded:
"For God's sake... I leave him in your custody as a sacred trust (Amana). God brought you to this exact spot tonight because you are destined to be part of this fate as well. I am the one who gave birth to him... but you... you must be his mother... because this is our shared destiny."
Bursting into a fresh wave of violent tears, her voice choked with profound terror, Anano cried out:
"Please! For God's sake, stop talking! You are terrifying me!..."