KAWANCEN MU 1 Complete Hausa Novel by Weedat

I give thanks to Allah, the Most High, for granting me the ability to bring you a novel titled Our Friendship, a story filled with intrigue, evil, and love. Just follow along… This is a fictional story, not intended to offend anyone. No one should reproduce this book without my permission. If you do, Allah is my witness. May peace be upon everyone who reads this novel. It’s dedicated to my loved ones. My appreciation goes to Umar Atteh—may Allah increase your wisdom, ameen. Greetings to you, my sister, my kindred spirit. I love you. May Allah elevate you.
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They walked together, both wearing niqabs that covered their faces, chatting quietly enough that even I couldn’t hear what they were saying. They wore coffee-colored hijabs down to their ankles that brushed the ground, along with socks and shoes. When they reached a certain alleyway, they stopped. They lifted their niqabs, and Masha Allah, they were beautiful young women. One of them looked at the other and said, “Inayah, I’ll see you later; I’ll come over.” Inayah looked at her friend and said, “Tab! Inteesar, so you won’t walk me home?!” Inteesar laughed, “Not this time! Yesterday I took you all the way home, so today, it’s my turn to rest. I’ll go down this street, and you can take your route.” Inayah laughed, “Alright, Inteesar, see you later.” They said their goodbyes and went their separate ways.
When Inayah got home, she found her mother waiting for her. She knelt down to greet her and inquired about her day. Her mother, pleased, replied, “Welcome back, Inayah! I’d like you to freshen up and eat before we talk.” She nodded, replying, “Alright, Mama.” Her mother said, “Allah bless you, Inayah; may He help you succeed in life.” Grateful for her mother’s prayer, Inayah entered a small room nearby. She removed her niqab, hijab, and socks, placing her bag on her shoulder. Masha Allah, she was a fair-skinned beauty, not too tall, with a medium height. She wore a simple green blouse and skirt, her face free of makeup. After freshening up and performing ablution, she prayed, ate her meal, and set off on an errand for her mother.
Inteesar, on the other hand, went to a different house that clearly wasn’t like Inayah’s. This house was luxurious. She greeted the household and went straight to her room, where she also prayed. Then she joined her mother at the dining table and chatted with her about Inayah.
Later that evening, Inteesar was about to enter Inayah’s house when they ran into each other at the entrance. Inayah was carrying a small grinder on her head, and Inteesar smiled at her. Inayah looked back and said, “I thought you wouldn’t come, Inteesar, so I didn’t even mention it to you.” Inteesar laughed, “How could I not come? I promised you. I just had some things to take care of first. Shall we go in now?” Inayah nodded, and they entered the house, greeting Inayah’s mother. Inayah set down the grinder while Inteesar chatted with her mother. After a cheerful exchange, they went into Inayah’s room.
Inteesar sat down and sighed, “Oh, Inayah, I’m exhausted!” Inayah looked at her, “Now, really, Inteesar, from your house to here, and you’re saying you’re tired?!” Inteesar replied, “Yes, Inayah, I’m exhausted.” Then she changed the topic, asking, “What’s the latest on Zeeyah’s dress?” Inayah sighed, “I honestly can’t afford it because, as you know, we haven’t made any sales this week due to my mother’s illness.” Inteesar smiled, “Don’t worry, I’ll figure it out. For now, let’s head to the market.” Inayah agreed and bid farewell to her mother before leaving with Inteesar.
The town of Katsina, filled with beautiful greenery, was located in the Malumfashi local government area, where Inayah’s house was. Inayah was the daughter of the imam of a nearby mosque. Her father, Malam Mukhtar, had a wife named Amina, a native of Malumfashi. After five years of marriage without children, Allah eventually blessed Malam Mukhtar and Amina with a daughter, whom they named Inayah. Four years later, Malam Mukhtar was afflicted with kidney disease, and over time, he became bedridden. Despite hospital treatments, doctors said the illness had taken a toll on him, and eventually, Malam Mukhtar passed away. Since then, Inayah and her mother have lived in the family house alone, without support from her father’s relatives, who abandoned them. Her mother chose not to remarry. 
Intisar was the daughter of Alhaji Sammani from the town of Funtua, who had moved to Malumfashi for business. His wife's name was Hajiya Indo, and she was from Malumfashi. She was his only wife, and they had a daughter, Intisar. Alhaji Sammani was a wealthy and respected man, but unfortunately, his wife looked down on others. According to her, there was no point in associating with the poor; she felt that, being from a wealthy family herself, she should not interact with them.
Intisar and Inayah had known each other since their days at Islamic school and had developed a close friendship from a young age. Everyone wondered about their bond, but Inayah never visited Intisar’s home due to the way Hajiya Indo mistreated her. Inayah was a patient person and never showed Intisar how her mother’s attitude hurt her. Once, when Inayah visited their house (at a time when Hajiya Indo did not yet know about their friendship), Intisar introduced her to Hajiya Indo. Realizing that Inayah came from a humble background, Hajiya Indo began to insult her. Inayah left that day hurt, and her mother comforted her, advising her not to stop being friends with Intisar, as Intisar wasn’t aware of what had happened. From that day on, Inayah only visited Intisar’s house if she was sure Hajiya Indo wasn’t home.
They stopped at a shop in the market that sold fabrics. Inayah asked Intisar, "What are you buying?" Intisar briefly replied and took out her phone, showing the shop owner a picture of a cotton fabric she wanted. The shopkeeper, pleased to make a sale, quickly fetched a bundle of the fabric and handed it to Intisar, who showed it to Inayah, asking, "Isn’t it beautiful?" Inayah laughed, “Yes, Intisar, it’s lovely.” Intisar then turned to the shopkeeper and asked for two yards. “How much is it?” The shopkeeper, delighted, replied, “15,000 Naira.” Without bargaining, Intisar handed him the money, and he bagged it for them. As they left, Inayah asked, “What’s this for?” Intisar replied, “Don’t you remember Zeeyah’s party outfit I told you about? Now let’s go to Suraifah’s shop to get it sewn. Remember, the event is on Saturday!” Inayah, overjoyed, started to thank her, but Intisar interrupted, “Don’t thank me, okay?” Inayah smiled, “Alright, Intisar.”
Intisar didn’t return home until after the Maghrib prayer. Upon entering, she found Hajiya Indo watching TV and greeted her before sitting down. Hajiya Indo gave her a sharp look and said, “Intisar, where have you been?” Intisar smiled briefly and replied, “Oh, Mama, I told you I was going to Inayah’s place.” Hajiya Indo scoffed, “Really? You still associate with that poor girl? Haven’t I told you to avoid her?” Intisar looked at her and responded, “But Mama, why do you dislike Inayah so much?” Frustrated, Intisar left the room, muttering to herself as she went to her own room.
The next morning, Inayah rose early to start preparing the pancakes her mother would sell. She didn’t start cooking until daybreak, and after greeting her mother, she handed over the pancake preparation to her. By 9 o’clock, they finished, and Inayah washed the dishes and cleaned up before getting ready to go to the market on her mother’s errand.
Meanwhile, Intisar didn’t wake up until 9 a.m. After showering, she noticed no one was in the living room, so she went to her mother’s room, knocked, and was allowed in. She greeted her mother before heading to the dining room, where she started eating while browsing her phone. A call came in, and she answered, “Hello, Suraifah? Okay, I’ll see you later, Insha’Allah.” After hanging up, she finished her meal and returned to her room to relax.
Inayah didn’t finish her mother’s errand until around noon. Afterward, she took a bath and prepared for Islamic school, waiting for Intisar while chatting with her mother. When it became clear that time was running out, Inayah told her mother, “Mama, I’ll be on my way. I don’t think Intisar is coming to class today.” Her mother replied, “Alright, Inayah. Go safely, and come back soon.” Inayah set off, and shortly after she left, Intisar arrived. She greeted Inayah’s mother warmly, asking, “Where’s Inayah?” Her mother answered, “She got tired of waiting for you and left, thinking you weren’t coming.” Intisar, surprised, muttered to herself, “Oh, really, Inayah? Just wait until we meet. I’ll show you who Intisar really is!” With that, she set off toward the school. When she arrived at the classroom, Intisar entered, but there was no teacher inside. This prompted her to confront Inayah, standing right in front of her. "You did the right thing, didn't you? Refusing to wait for me? Well, Inayah, I swear I'll do something to you that you’d never expect." Inayah looked at her and replied, "What can you do, Intisar? I mean, what can you do? At least let me explain before you speak like this." Intisar scoffed, "You and your worthless excuse! Who do you think you are?" she exclaimed, raising her voice. Before Inayah could respond, Intisar slapped her. Intisar then smirked, saying, "So you dared to slap me in front of everyone, huh? Just wait until I show you who Intisar really is."
Ignoring her, Inayah laughed, "And what will you do, Intisar? Go ahead, do your worst." Intisar, enraged, stormed out of the classroom and headed home. Inayah also picked up her bag and began walking to her house.
When Intisar got home, she burst into tears as soon as she entered the living room. Hajiya Indo, who was in her room, heard the sobbing and rushed out to check on her. Seeing her daughter crying, she became concerned and followed her into her room, asking, "What happened?" Intisar, still crying, struggled to explain what had happened, so Hajiya Indo looked closely and noticed a handprint on her face. Shocked, she cursed and asked, "Who did this to you?" Intisar remained silent, only crying harder. Realizing she wouldn't stop, Hajiya Indo left to question the gatekeeper, who, nervous, explained that he had only seen Intisar come in crying. Not paying him any more attention, she returned to her daughter’s room.
Meanwhile, when Inayah got home, she found her mother sitting by the firewood stove, tending to the fire. Seeing Inayah, her mother stood up and asked if everything was okay, noticing her silence. She then took Inayah’s hand, led her to a mat in the courtyard, and sat her down, urging her to explain what had happened. Reluctantly, Inayah admitted, "I slapped Intisar." Although this upset her mother, she hid it and gently asked, "How did this happen?" Inayah explained everything to her, and her mother comforted her before advising her to go to Intisar’s house and apologize. Inayah agreed and set off.
When Hajiya Indo heard what Intisar was telling her about what Inayah had done, her dislike for the poor only deepened. Raising her voice, she assured Intisar, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." Intisar, still crying but smiling slightly, responded, "Honestly, Mama, even if you do, I won't forgive her; I'll make sure she regrets it." Wiping her tears, she headed to the bathroom, while Hajiya Indo wondered what had compelled Inayah to mistreat her only daughter.
As Intisar was getting dressed after her bath, she heard Inayah’s voice greeting them from the doorway. "What is she here for?" she muttered to herself. She quickly left her room, almost running, and found Inayah sitting on a couch in the living room. Filled with anger, Intisar shouted, "Hey! What are you doing here, sitting on our couch?" Sarcastically, Inayah replied, "I guess you were waiting for an apology from me." Smiling, she added, "Sorry, Intisar. I thought no one was home." Intisar, still fuming, ordered, "Get off the couch before I do something you'll regret." Smiling, Inayah stood up and walked closer, saying softly, "Please, Intisar, forgive me." But Intisar cut her off with a bitter laugh, "Of course, I knew you would come to apologize."
Intisar then called out for Hajiya Indo, who came to the living room and, upon seeing Inayah, sneered, "And what are you doing here?" Intisar stepped closer to her mother, saying, "Mama, can you believe she came to apologize after slapping me in public?" Intisar swore, "Inayah, I will never forgive you." Hajiya Indo laughed and remarked, "Yes, she must apologize. After all, she benefits from you, doesn’t she? You make her clothes, you give her money. Everything your father gives you, you share with her. Intisar, who told you that poor people deserve sympathy?" Inayah, realizing the insults were escalating, spoke up, "Intisar, I didn’t come here for more insults. I came to apologize, not to be insulted." Intisar laughed mockingly and replied, "Oh, Inayah, you made a big mistake. Just know that I, Intisar Sammani, will retaliate, and my revenge will hurt more than you can imagine."