Ajiya A Duhu Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The destinies of life are like a painting drawn on the ledger of every human being’s existence. No matter how much you try to erase them or avoid them, you may never possess the weapons for battle, let alone the shield needed to protect yourself from their arrival—whether they shorten or lengthen your years. At times, we cry with tears, but it is the cry of the heart that hurts the most: the bitter, silent weeping that secretly or openly shatters our lives and achievements, and which we can never truly forget. Sometimes it even leaves scars whose marks we recall again and again with the passage of time.

At the beginning of our lives, our parents are our shield. They sacrifice everything they have to wrap our lives in hope. They raise us with passion and certainty until we grow. This is why their love can never be erased from our hearts, and why it differs from every other love that comes after it. Even when they discipline us and we feel pain and cry, that love never changes within our hearts—because to us, they are the one that equals a thousand in all matters surrounding our successes or failures.

As we grow older, old age catches up with them, while youth follows us. But the moment you begin to distinguish between white and black, between today and tomorrow, the book of your destiny truly begins—etched with bold lines that reveal your trials. Struggle becomes your companion, your partner in life. The battle does not begin with worldly survival alone; it includes the struggle for the Hereafter—choosing a beautiful final abode or its opposite. For the life of maturity begins with balancing deeds that earn reward and those that bring sin, all recorded clearly by the One who created you. Our parents complete the struggle of our childhood and move on to the struggle of our adulthood without tiring, because to us, they are unique beyond measure.

In the journey of discovering yourself and confirming who you truly are, it is rare not to encounter the sweetness of youthful love weaving its way into your destiny. Love is not merely something to admire from afar, nor is it simply a companion in your life. How did love begin? Did it end? Did it ever truly exist? Or does it continue to endure? Love is the mirror through which you see yourself—and the patience of those who follow your story.

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Three young women stood dressed in service uniforms. They stood by the roadside, each holding the handle of a trolley, waiting for a vehicle. They tried to stop tricycles, but most times they were already occupied, unable to take all three of them. Slightly worried and tired, the middle one—whose face rarely carried a smile—lifted her head to look at the cloudy sky threatening rain. She didn’t wish for the rain to touch her at all; it was never easy for her. That was why she was the most anxious about getting transport. Their journey was long—they were headed to Kaduna State.

As the stormy wind began to rise, she glanced at her sisters, her eyes filling with tears. Before she could say anything, a sleek car parked in front of them. All three fixed their eyes on it. When the young man inside opened the door and stepped out, two of them smiled in surprise, while the middle one tightened her beautiful face and turned away. The young man’s attention, however, was completely on her. He walked up and stopped directly in front of her, saying,

“So with all my rushing, you still tried to avoid me?”

She frowned and stepped back slightly. He scratched his head and smiled, then turned to the other two with a playful glare.

“So she didn’t tell you, friends? It’s like I’m with you, yet she keeps trying to run away from me.”

They laughed lightly together. The one on his right, slightly petite, replied,

“Of course we wouldn’t allow that. Even if you ran, we’d chase you to RK’s hiding place. But forgive us—your lady here exhausted us with this long journey. You know she barely slept last night because she was happy to return home and see Ammie.”

“Or maybe she’s just happy to escape Jos and leave her stubborn guy behind?” he said, his eyes fixed on the middle girl.

Quickly, the one on her left replied, “Come on, RK, you know that’s not true at all.”

“Hm, Aneesa, you never like her being blamed—I’ve already noticed. You always defend her. Anyway, get into the car now before the rain starts falling and soaks my queen.”

Before anyone could reply, she quietly began pulling her suitcase to leave. RK quickly grabbed it, forcing her to stop without turning back. He was about to speak when Aneesa shook her head at him and took the suitcase from his hand. Without argument, he released it and stepped back.

She tried pulling the suitcase again, but Aneesa held it firmly. That made her turn angrily, ready to speak—only to realize it was Aneesa. She squinted her eyes and bit her lower lip in frustration. Aneesa smiled, knowing she had reached her breaking point.

“Please forgive me, for God’s sake,” she said quickly, continuing without waiting for a response. “Forgive us, please. Look at the sky—rain could start at any moment. You know better than anyone how bad that is for you. And you know he said he’d only take us to the park. Today is the day you part ways, after all. Please don’t let it end like this. RK doesn’t deserve that from you. Even if you’ll never accept him, don’t treat him badly today. You never humiliated him before—don’t start now. Let the separation be peaceful. Besides, he doesn’t even have your number anymore, and he doesn’t know your home once you remove the town name.”

Slowly, she opened her trembling eyes, filled to the brim with tears ready to spill. She opened her lips to speak just as the rain suddenly began pouring. She panicked completely. Before she realized it, Aneesa had pulled her into the car and climbed in too. When she felt that the rain was no longer falling on her—only its sound—she snapped back to awareness and lifted her head from where she had buried it between her knees. Turning, she met RK’s gaze, staring at her as though he could swallow her whole. She quickly looked away and turned to her friends. Zeezah immediately pointed at Aneesa, signaling innocence. Aneesa softened her face, pleading silently for forgiveness. She shot her a glare, turned away, and began wiping her face as the rain touched her skin with a handkerchief…