SANADIN SOYAYYAR SHAN MINTI Book1 by Jamy 'yar mutan kania Complete Hausa Novel 1

Aziza smiled and then said, “Oh Beauty, why haven’t you wised up yet? You’re a university girl, but you still seem clueless? When I take you along to visit my boyfriend, and you see how we express our love, I expect you to learn and do the same with your own boyfriend. But since you haven’t figured it out yet, it looks like I have a lot of work to do to teach you how to please your boyfriend so you both can enjoy yourselves. Honestly, if this is how you are, our friends will laugh at you just like they laugh at Dejja.”
When she said that, I immediately became worried because it felt like I was being encouraged to commit a sin. I looked at Aziza and said to her, “But Aziza, isn’t this a sin? Don’t you think this could cause serious problems one day?”
I spoke to her in fear because I was truly scared of the whole thing, and my mind couldn’t erase what I had seen Aziza doing in the car. Deep in my heart, I prayed that God would keep me away from such desires. But Aunty Asiya, I won’t lie—I also felt like I wanted to experience it too. The way Aziza and Sadiq were moaning, it looked like something really enjoyable. At that moment, I pushed my fears aside and convinced myself that I wanted to do it too because I believed it must feel really good.
I smiled and looked at Aziza, saying, “Don’t worry, my friend. I can give my boyfriend anything if I love him and I know I’ll marry him.”
Aziza smiled back at me and said, “Beauty, with how beautiful you are, I swear you will have many rich suitors. If you give them what they want, some of them will even buy you a car because I know you will be very good at it. But if you decide to stick to just one man, he will eventually take you for granted. He will do whatever he likes to you because he knows you love him too much. But if you have multiple suitors, he will always try to prove himself by competing with his rivals.”
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”Hmmm! If only I had known… I made a huge mistake that I will regret for the rest of my life, Aunty Asiya. Do you know what I told Aziza after she finished saying all that to me?”
Asiya shook her head and said, “I don’t know what you told her, Khady. But whatever happened to you is partly your fault. You were careless, naïve, and easily deceived. Honestly, I’ve never seen someone as foolish as you, Khady. You followed your desires blindly and did something inappropriate. You should have focused on your studies like Dejja instead of allowing yourself to be misled. Now, tell me what you told Aziza.”
I wiped away my tears because I knew Aunty Asiya was right. Even I couldn’t believe how foolish I had been. I had followed my desires and committed a mistake that was almost impossible to correct.
I continued telling her, “I laughed and then said, ‘Aziza, you just reminded me of something I had forgotten. Honestly, my plan was to have only one boyfriend so we could love each other properly. But now, I don’t even have a boyfriend—no one has ever said they love me, Aziza, and it’s really bothering me.’”
Aziza placed her hand on my shoulder and smiled, saying, “Oh, Beauty, if you keep dressing the way you do, who will tell you they love you? Every day, you cover yourself in a big hijab, and you don’t even apply makeup, let alone lipstick. Do you think any man will be interested in that? In this modern era, men don’t go for girls who don’t take care of their appearance. They prefer girls like us, who know how to look good and understand love. Khadija, if you’re ready to start a love life and enjoy the world, just let me know, and I will guide you.”
I wanted to ask Aziza a question, but she stopped me and said I should only talk to her when I was ready for love.
When we entered our room, we found Dejja studying because we had an upcoming test. She looked up at me and smiled, saying, “Aunty Auta, you’re back?”
But because I was annoyed with her, I replied, “I don’t know. You’re so nosy, always asking if I’m back when you can see me. I’ve noticed you’re always trying to disrespect me, Dejja. I will call Yaya and tell him what you’ve been doing so he can deal with you.”
She didn’t say anything. She just continued studying, realizing that I was in a bad mood.
She then got up, brought me a cooler of food, and said, “Aunty Auta, I’m sorry if I upset you. Please forgive me, I won’t do it again. Here’s some food—you must be hungry.”
I glared at her and said, “Oh, so you’ve already eaten, haven’t you?”
She simply said, “Yes,” and continued studying. But I could tell she was starting to get annoyed. She always tried to avoid arguing with me because she knew I would report her to Yaya Jamilu, which was why she kept quiet.
I looked at her again and said, “Dejja, I asked you a question! You just said ‘Yes.’ What do you mean by that?”
Annoyed, I raised my voice at her, but instead of arguing, she packed up her books and said, “I’ve been waiting for you to return. I’m going to Jamila’s room to study with her. We have a test tomorrow—please pray for me.”
I rolled my eyes and lay down, waiting for Aziza to return so we could eat and talk about my decision to start dating.
After Dejja left, Aziza came back, laughing. She said, “Beauty, what happened between you and your ‘daughter’? We just met, and she was saying some very unpleasant things to me. I don’t know what I did to her, but she really dislikes me.”
Hearing that made me even angrier. I looked at Aziza and asked, “What did Dejja say to you, Aziza? Because I can see that you’re upset.”
Aziza smiled while applying some oil to her skin and said, “Forget about her. She just told me that every bad thing I do with you will eventually come back to me. But don’t worry, Beauty. As long as you have your parents’ prayers, nothing bad will happen to you unless it’s destined. But honestly, what bad thing have I done to you? I’ve only been a good friend to you.”
That made me furious. I got up and stormed out of our room, ignoring Aziza’s calls, because I had made up my mind—I was going to teach Dejja a lesson.
When I got to Jamila’s room, I burst in without knocking and said to Dejja, “Who do you think you are, talking badly about me to Aziza? What’s your business with my life? If she’s misleading me, how does that concern you? Is it your life or mine? I’ve noticed for a while now that you’re always watching me and making my life miserable just because I have a more mature friend than you. But listen to me, Dejja—you are nothing but a backward village girl who knows nothing!”
Dejja cut me off, looking at me angrily, and said, “Enough, Aunty Auta! You have no right to speak to me like this just because you’re my stepbrother’s sister. You are not my mother, so you have no right to insult me.”
In anger, I attacked her, and we started fighting. It took Jamila’s intervention to separate us.
Later that night, I called Yaya Jamilu and cried, telling him a mixture of truth and lies about what Dejja had done to me. He became furious and scolded her, telling her to apologize or forget about him.
Eventually, she apologized, but it was clear she didn’t mean it. That night, she moved out of our room and into Jamila’s permanently.