Sooraj Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel

He was squatting on his feet, his head bent toward the ground, while his beautiful eyes were tightly shut. The place was filled with people, all making noise and commotion. Every face was glowing with happiness—except for one man. Even though his sadness and worries were not visible on his face, his heart was undoubtedly weighed down by deep distress.

He squeezed his long eyelashes tightly again, feeling his head spin and his heart pound in an unusual way. The loud noise from the crowd around him was severely disturbing his mind. He was not someone who liked too much noise at all; whenever the noise around him became excessive, he would suffer from intense headaches. At that moment, only he knew what he was feeling. He felt like opening his mouth and letting out a loud scream, just to gain some relief from what he was experiencing.

“ALHAMDULILLAH, A MARRIAGE HAS BEEN CONDUCTED TODAY, SATURDAY! THE WEDDING OF THE SUCCESSFUL SOORAJ AND HIS BRIDE, AISHATU KABEER, HAS BEEN SOLEMNIZED. WE CONGRATULATE THE GROOM!”

That was what a praise singer was announcing loudly.

Those words from the praise singer were what brought Sooraj, who was squatting, back to his senses. He swallowed bitter saliva, and at the same moment his eyes turned red. He began to try to stand up. Quickly, a handsome young man beside him grabbed his hand and said in a low voice, “Please, Sooraj, don’t do this. We’re in public, and you know that since we arrived here, all eyes have been on us.”

Sooraj hissed and forcefully pulled his hand away from the man’s grip. His gaze shifted toward his father, and their eyes briefly met. Immediately, Sooraj lowered his head.

Gradually, the crowd gathered at the gate of Alhaji Kabeer’s house began to thin out, with everyone heading their separate ways. Seeing this, Sooraj stood up and started walking toward where his car was parked. He didn’t even lift his head, let alone allow any of the remaining people to notice the state he was in. As he placed his hand on the car door handle to open it, he heard Mas’ud’s voice strike his ears.

“Where are you going?” Mas’ud asked.

Sooraj turned and shot Mas’ud a glare, his anger boiling intensely. He felt a deep resentment toward Mas’ud, believing that everything that had happened involved Mas’ud in one way or another. Frustration tightened around his heart once again. He simply hissed, opened the car door, and got in. As Mas’ud tried to walk around to the passenger side, Sooraj started the car and sped off, splashing dust onto Mas’ud and the nearby people. Everyone followed him with their eyes—including his father, who was standing aside talking with the bride’s father.

Soft sobs echoed inside a small, modest room. A young girl was slumped against the wall, curling herself into one corner. From the way she kept releasing deep breaths again and again, it was clear she had cried her heart out. Her eyes, swollen and reddened from crying, slowly opened as she lifted her gaze upward.

“O Allah!” she uttered in a weak voice filled with desperate pleas for help.

She truly believed that when a girl loses her mother, she loses the greatest blessing in life. A mother is everything—the pillar of life. Just as water is extremely vital to the world, so is a mother to every child. At a young age, her thoughts and understanding could not grasp life’s problems, but because of the harsh realities of life, everything had changed. Her life was darkness; her life was hardship. She constantly searched for LIGHT, holding on to hope and dreams of someone who would help her.