Auren Katin Kasa Book 2 Complete Hausa Novel

The next morning, Sunday, Salima was sitting with Salim folding the clothes they had washed when Ibrahim suddenly appeared, as if he had been thrown there. He was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, with his usual mischievous haircut. Both of them looked at him and greeted him, “Good afternoon, brother.” He didn’t respond. He looked at Salim and said, “You—get out of here.” Quietly, Salim left. Ibrahim then turned to Salima and said, “So you’re a shameless little girl, huh? I know what you did yesterday.”

Salima’s chest tightened. She gathered her courage and said, “What did I do, brother?” Ibrahim laughed and said, “You know very well what you did, damn it. I don’t need to tell you. Now listen—there’s something I want you to do. If you refuse, I’ll expose your secret, and I swear Daddy will deal with you severely—not just him, Mummy too, and me as well.”

Salima lowered her gaze, fear written all over her face, and said, “What do you want me to do?” He laughed the kind of laugh reckless grown boys laugh, licking his lips. Ever since he returned, he had been attracted to her. Even though she didn’t look wealthy or flashy, she had a certain sweetness about her. He adjusted his stance and said, “Come to my room by ten o’clock. I’ll tell you what you’re going to do for me. And if you refuse to come, you know the kind of punishment you’ll get.” With that, he walked away like the wind.

With great difficulty, Salima sat on the edge of her bed, her mind in turmoil. What kind of disaster was this? She didn’t want anything that would make her have dealings with Ibrahim. Still, she continued folding their clothes, but she was completely unsettled. After Maghrib prayers, she couldn’t even eat—her mind was elsewhere. She kept thinking: if she went, there was no good waiting for her; if she didn’t, her father would punish her. That was why she decided to go, just to hear what he wanted to say.

At exactly ten o’clock, she wrapped herself in her hijab and looked at Salim, who was already fast asleep. She pulled a blanket over him, adjusted his sleeping position, and left. By the time she climbed the stairs, the lights outside had been turned off. Carefully, she tiptoed to his section. When she reached his door, she steadied herself and knocked. Before she could finish knocking, he opened the door.

She looked at him. He was wearing a white towel around his waist. He stepped aside to let her in and then shut the door. The moment she entered, her heart began to pound. The room was filled with the smell of cigarettes. He looked at her and said, “Come on, move.” She took two hesitant steps and stopped. He sat on the edge of his bed and looked at her. “Relax now. You’ll give me what I want, and I’ll keep your secret.”

In panic, she looked up at him and said, “Brother, tell me what you said you wanted to tell me. It’s late, I want to go and sleep—tomorrow is Monday, there’s school.” He stood up saying, “Oh, so you’re that eager?” As he said that, he stood in front of her and pulled her violently against his body. Her eyes widened in terror. Realizing what he was about to do, she quickly opened her mouth to scream—but he forcefully pressed his mouth onto hers.

She panicked completely, fought him, hit him—there was nothing she didn’t do. But with cruelty and strength, he overpowered her. He tore off her hijab and slapped her. When she raised her head, she struck him with her hand. Enraged, he shouted, “So you’re really playing with your life! I’ll show you strength now.”

He dragged her as she struggled. Eventually it turned into beating—she cried and screamed, there was nothing Salima didn’t do. Ibrahim closed his eyes and began trying to violate her dignity. He stripped her and pinned her down. Seeing there was no help except Allah, and that if she stayed like that he would ruin her completely, she gathered the last bit of strength she had and shoved him away.

She began dragging her body, looking for a way to escape. He stumbled and almost fell, then looked at her with eyes full of rage. He ran after her. With difficulty, she crawled toward the door; she didn’t even bother with the clothes she came in with. Seeing her trying to escape, he grabbed her forcefully and began slamming her onto the tiled floor. He beat her until she was completely weak, then stopped and started struggling to remove the towel around his waist. He charged at her again.

Slowly, she began to open her swollen eyes from the beating and struggled to move. Her eyes fell on a shisha bottle beside her. With great effort, she grabbed the bottle and smashed it on his head as he came closer. He collapsed instantly, unconscious on the floor.

Seeing that, she quickly grabbed her fallen hijab, put it on, and struggled to open the door. It was around a few minutes to midnight. As she stepped out, she almost collided with Hilma, who was approaching Ibrahim’s room. Seeing Salima in that state, Hilma was about to speak, but Salima pushed past her and ran downstairs.

Hilma, alarmed, went into the room. On opening the door, she found Ibrahim lying on the floor like a dead person. Terrified, she rushed to him calling his name, but there was no movement. Panicking, she quickly covered him with his towel and ran straight to Daddy’s room.

At that moment, he was sitting reading some papers. Hearing the knock, he asked who it was. Recognizing Hilma’s voice, he stood up, looked at Hajiya Labiba who was asleep, and went to open the door. Seeing Hilma in panic, he asked, “What is it? What happened?”

Her body trembling, she pointed toward Ibrahim’s room and said, “Brother… brother is dead. She killed him.” Hearing that, he grabbed her and said, “Who is dead? Which brother?” She pulled him by the hand to Ibrahim’s room. He rushed in, saw Ibrahim lying there, hurried to him and began checking him. Feeling a faint pulse, he quickly said, “Bring water!”

Panicked, Hilma ran to get water and ran into Hajiya Labiba, her mother. “Where is your father? What happened?” Without stopping to explain, she ran to the kitchen. Labiba followed her back. When she entered the room, she saw Daddy sitting with Ibrahim on his lap, his hands trembling. Seeing her, he shouted, “Where is Hilma? Where is the water?”

Hilma quickly came in saying she had brought it. He sprinkled water on Ibrahim once, then again. When there was no response, his fear increased and he poured more water. Then Ibrahim took a long, deep breath and slowly opened his eyes, looking at Daddy. He sat up abruptly, staring at them one by one in confusion.

Daddy looked at him and said, “Ibrahim, what’s going on here? What happened?”

Ibrahim remained silent.