Abin tsoro kura a rumbu Complete Hausa Novel

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The beginning of her life’s tragedy occurred on a day when Hajiya Fadila and her students went on an excursion, leaving Kaulee alone in the house. She was wearing a long dress and cleaning when Hajiya Fadila’s husband returned home. He was tall, dark-skinned, and in his early forties, with a reputation for kindness. People often praised him as a righteous man. However, on this particular day, the devil took hold of him.
He entered the house, greeted her warmly, and asked what she was doing. She replied that she was cleaning. He stood in the doorway, watching her for a while, before stepping closer. The conversation continued casually until he suddenly grabbed her wrist.
"Uncle, what are you doing?" Kaulee exclaimed, her voice trembling. "Kaulee, I can’t help myself. I’ve been watching you, and I’m drawn to you," he responded.
She tried to free herself, but his grip tightened. She began to cry, pleading with him to let her go, reminding him of his position as her teacher’s husband. However, his conscience had been overshadowed by his desires. In the silence of the house, with no one to hear her cries, he overpowered her and committed a heinous act.
When he was done, he left her there, sobbing and broken. Kaulee gathered herself, cleaned up, and went to the school compound, where she stayed until evening. She couldn’t bring herself to return to the house, not even when Hajiya Fadila called her. From that day forward, Kaulee’s demeanor changed.
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The incident left her shattered. Despite her beauty, confidence, and strong character, she became withdrawn and started avoiding people. Her school performance began to decline, and she stopped attending classes regularly. Teachers noticed her change in behavior but attributed it to teenage rebellion.
As time passed, Kaulee discovered she was pregnant. The realization brought a new wave of despair. Fearful of what would happen if her secret came out, she confided in her closest friend, Mariya, who advised her to terminate the pregnancy. Mariya knew of a local healer who could provide the necessary herbs.
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The process of termination was grueling and painful. Mariya stayed by her side, helping her through the ordeal. However, complications arose, and Kaulee became gravely ill. She suffered from severe bleeding and fever, yet she refused to seek medical help, fearing exposure.
Eventually, the school authorities noticed her condition and called her parents. When her father arrived, he was furious. He demanded answers, but Kaulee remained silent, unwilling to reveal the truth about what had happened. Her mother, devastated by her daughter’s suffering, begged her to speak, but she simply wept.
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The school expelled Kaulee for her declining performance and behavior. Back home, she was ostracized by her father, who saw her as a disgrace. Her mother tried to shield her, but the tension in the house grew unbearable. Kaulee’s health continued to deteriorate until her mother, unable to bear it any longer, took her to a hospital.
Doctors discovered the extent of the damage caused by the crude abortion and informed her mother that Kaulee’s condition was critical. Despite their efforts, she succumbed to her injuries.
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On her deathbed, Kaulee whispered to her mother: "Mama, please forgive me. I didn’t know how to tell you what happened to me. It was Hajiya Fadila’s husband who hurt me. I couldn’t bear the shame, and I didn’t know what to do."
Her mother was filled with grief and rage. After Kaulee passed away, her mother demanded justice, exposing the man responsible. However, the case was quickly silenced by influential figures who sought to protect him.
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Today, Kaulee’s story remains a painful reminder of the importance of vigilance, communication, and justice. Parents must foster open relationships with their children, ensuring they feel safe to share their struggles. Schools must take responsibility for the welfare of their students, and society must hold perpetrators accountable for their actions.
May Almighty Allah grant Kaulat Adams eternal peace and illuminate her grave. May her story serve as a lesson for us all. 
He laughed and said, "Why would I be scared? They look so much alike. I guess you’re still recovering from childbirth. May Allah bless the child. When will you go to Paris? You know I don’t have much time, so you can go alone if you want." "No, I’ll go with Kaulee. Look at how much effort she put in for me. What she did for me, no one else could have done," she replied. "Truly, she paused all her plans to be with you and gave her all. Because of that, I’ll cover the costs for both of you to travel together. She should start the process to get her e-passport and make preparations since you already have yours," he said.
She hugged him tightly, filled with happiness. "Close your eyes," he said to her. She obeyed, and as she waited, she felt him place something around her neck. "Open your eyes," he told her. When she opened them, she was stunned—it was a diamond necklace.
"Yeeeeeeehhhh! Hubby!" she exclaimed as she hugged him with joy. This was one of the reasons she loved him even more. He was generous and knew how to make a woman feel special. His only flaw was that he was often away from home. But whenever he returned, he always made an effort to make her happier than any other woman could imagine.
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They began preparing for their trip. When the baby turned eight months old, they embarked on their journey. They spent two weeks in Paris, then proceeded to Umrah. On their way back, they stopped in Dubai. It was undoubtedly an eye-opening experience. Maria did all this as a way of showing gratitude to Kaulee for her help.
After returning home, they continued living together, becoming even closer.
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Usman was now ready for school. Kaulee herself searched for a school to enroll him in, fulfilling her role as his guardian in the eyes of others. Bala, on the other hand, made frequent trips to buy snacks and toys for the boy. He had developed a strong attachment to the child, although Kaulee never gave him the impression that the boy was his son.
Usman was enrolled in an expensive school. Despite the bond between Bala and Kaulee growing stronger than his bond with Maria, she never allowed him to overstep his bounds. It was clear that motherhood is no joke, and neither is the power of divine will.
However, rumors began to spread among relatives who visited the house, questioning the arrangement between Kaulee and Maria. Realizing this, and with dignity, Kaulee decided to move. She packed her belongings and headed to Abuja.
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In Mararaba, she got off the bus and looked in all directions—east, west, north, and south. Though she had no particular destination in mind, she was determined to find a place to stay. She entered a market, looked around, and found a bathroom. She located a store nearby to leave her luggage, changed into a dress that accentuated her figure, and removed her headscarf, letting her hair flow freely. She pulled out her expensive phone and called for a taxi.
When the taxi driver asked where she was going, she said, "Maitama." He explained the fare, and she was shocked. "How long is it to Maitama from here?" she asked. He smiled. "Madam, it’s just a few minutes’ drive. Why are you so surprised?"
Reluctantly, she agreed, and they drove off in his Corolla taxi. Even though it was a modest car, she was captivated by the luxurious surroundings of Maitama when they arrived. Large, elegant houses lined the area, and she thought to herself, "There is truly wealth in Abuja."
When the driver asked where she wanted to stop, she said, "Here." After he parked, she got out, paid him, and asked, "What’s this area called?" "This is Ministers’ Hill," he replied. "Do you even know where you’re going?"
He left her standing there, confused but determined. She adjusted her outfit, took out her luggage, and began walking confidently, pulling her suitcase behind her. She pretended to be on a call, her composure exuding elegance. Anyone who saw her would think she was a wealthy woman despite her current circumstances.
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After about ten minutes of walking, a car honked behind her. She ignored it, continuing her "phone call" charade. The driver then pulled up in front of her and got out. Her heart skipped a beat. "Oh, Allah! What a handsome creation," she thought to herself.
In reality, she simply turned her head and said, "Babe, send me that bag for 120k, and I’ll transfer the money to the seller right now." Then she hung up the call and looked at the man, who was now standing with his arms crossed, watching her.
He was tall, and from the first glance, she could tell he was a Shuwa Arab, one of the elite young men from Maiduguri.
"I saw you walking and thought I could give you a lift," he said.
"Oh no, don’t worry. I’m looking for a nearby hotel because I’m here for a conference," she replied.
"Don’t worry, I’ll help you find one," he insisted.
Though she was delighted internally, she politely played coy. In the end, he took her suitcase and placed it in the trunk of his luxury car. Once inside, the cool air and pleasant fragrance of the car’s interior refreshed her, and she felt she had struck gold.
"There’s a hotel I usually stay at in the Central Area. If it’s okay with you, I’ll take you there," he offered.
"That’s fine," she replied.
He drove her to Reiz Continental Hotel, booked a room for her, paid for it, and handed her the access card. After ensuring she was settled, he excused himself to let her rest.
She freshened up, changing into fitted pants and a top that accentuated her figure. She styled her hair, then sat waiting for him. When Maria called, she told her, "I’ve met someone. Things will get easier now."
Before long, he returned with shopping bags in hand. As she tried to take the bags from him, one slipped, and they both reached for it, their eyes locking as she fell into his arms. They didn’t know how it happened, but they found themselves succumbing to the moment. He reached over and turned off the lights…
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