SAWUN GIWA 1 Complete Hausa Novel by Autar alheri

"Saudi Arabia today is bustling with people from different ethnicities and backgrounds, as the Hajj pilgrimage is ongoing. The Grand Mosque is filled to capacity with worshippers. Amid the calmness and tranquility that people experience while in the presence of the House of Allah, a young girl, no more than 17 years old, was seen performing Tawaf.
The girl was strikingly beautiful, a classic black beauty, noticeable because she wasn’t wearing a niqab. She had large, shiny eyes that seemed to hold unshed tears, a delicate nose, and small lips that were soft and rosy. Though not very tall, she wasn’t short either. She moved her lips gently, reciting something inaudible, fully immersed in her worship.
After completing her seventh round of Tawaf, she noticed an elderly woman who had fallen amidst a group of Koreans, and they were about to trample her as they passed. Without hesitation, the girl rushed in with a strength unexpected for her petite frame, pushing through the crowd to rescue the old woman.
She knelt beside the elderly woman, helped her up, and said in a soothing voice, "Are you okay, mama?"
The old woman replied, "Thank you so much, my child."
The girl asked, "Have you finished your Tawaf?"
"No, I just started," the woman replied.
Without another word, the young girl took the elderly woman’s hand and led her back to start her Tawaf again. With patience and care, she supported the woman throughout the entire seven rounds, ensuring her safety and comfort.
From a distance, a man had been observing her from the beginning. He had intended to help the elderly woman himself, but seeing the girl’s swift and selfless actions, he held back. He watched her every move until she completed the Tawaf with the old woman and led her out of the crowded area.
As she handed the elderly woman over to someone who seemed to be her family, she bid her farewell and returned to the mosque to perform another Tawaf on her own.
While she prayed and recited her supplications, someone called out her name, "Maisoon!"
She turned quickly, revealing a radiant smile that displayed her pearly white teeth. "Yes, Aunty Meenah? Have you finished?"
"Yes, we’ve been looking for you everywhere," the woman replied.
Smiling warmly, Maisoon said, "I’m sorry, Aunty Meenah, I had to step out of the crowd to help someone."
"Alright then, let’s go now," Aunty Meenah replied, walking ahead with Maisoon following closely behind.
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Nigeria
"Assalamu Alaikum, Mom. Good evening."
"Good evening, Maisoon. How are you, and how is your worship going?"
"Alhamdulillah, Mom. I miss you all so much. Honestly, after the Hajj, I won’t stay with Aunty Meenah; I’ll come home immediately."
"That’s fine, dear. You were the one who decided to stay, and no one forced you."
"Yay, my Mom! That’s good to hear. Please send my regards to Dad. I tried calling him, but his line wasn’t connecting."
"Alright, I’ll let him know to check his phone."
"Okay, bye, Mom," Maisoon said, ending the call.
Her mom smiled and muttered, "Maisoon and her antics. May Allah bring them all back safely."
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Meanwhile, a convoy of cars entered the compound of a mansion. Security guards saluted as the vehicles stopped. The guards quickly opened the door for a tall, dashing man, who stepped out with his phone pressed to his ear. He headed straight into the living room, still on the call.
"Good evening, Dad. Abba, I hope everyone is well?"
His father smiled, "We are all fine, Fawan. How was your journey?"
"Alhamdulillah, Dad."
"Has your brother returned safely?"
"Yes, Abba."
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Background of the Family
Alhaji Umar Maina, Alhaji Usman Maina, and Alhaji Ishaq Maina are three brothers from the same parents, who are now deceased. Each of them has their family and children, but they all live harmoniously and support each other.
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<li>Alhaji Ishaq, the eldest, has four children: Mubarak, Muhseen, Jafar, and Zainab.</li>
<li>Alhaji Umar has three children: Fawan, Fadeel, and Aisha.</li>
<li>Alhaji Usman also has three children: Jawwal, Ameenah, and Maisoon.</li>
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The family is known for their unity and mutual respect. Despite their individual successes, they all defer to Alhaji Ishaq, the eldest, for guidance and decision-making.
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Back in Saudi Arabia
After Maisoon finished her call with her mom, she went into the bathroom. About 30 minutes later, she emerged, wrapped in a towel. Her stunning beauty and perfect figure were undeniable. She stood in front of the mirror, admiring herself before dressing in modest clothes that still highlighted her figure.
She wore a long hijab and left her room to meet Aunty Meenah, who had called for her earlier. 
In the parlor, she found her husband and their two children, who ran to greet her excitedly. With joy, she embraced them and planted kisses on each of their cheeks. She then led them to sit down. "Yah Hareesh, how are you?" "I'm fine, you little troublemaker," he teased. "And how are you and your worship?" "Alhamdulillah," she replied briefly and said, "Here I am, aunty." "Good, Maisoon. Actually, Jawaf's father wants you to accompany him somewhere." "Alright, let me go and get ready," she replied as she left the parlor.
"You know, Meenah, I always get nervous visiting this household. You know how these influential people can be—it's difficult even in Nigeria, let alone in a foreign country," he said. "Just calm down," Aunty Meenah reassured him. "It’s work; you'll go, do what you need to do, and come back."
Maisoon returned, dressed in an Arabian-style gown in maroon. She wore a matching headscarf, and the outfit enhanced her natural beauty. She completed the look with a niqab. Yah Hareesh chuckled and said, "Troublemaker Mom, now you're even wearing a niqab for the outing?" She didn't respond, merely pouted slightly. Laughing, he got up and kissed Aunty Meenah on the forehead, saying, "See you later, my dear." "Safe travels, my husband," she responded.
Maisoon muttered under her breath about their public display of affection as she left the parlor. In the parking space, Yah Hareesh joined her. He didn’t say a word, seeing that she was clearly upset. Maisoon was known for her fiery temper. The journey to their destination was silent until they arrived.
From the first gate, security checks made Maisoon uneasy. The inspections were thorough, as if they were intruders. She muttered under her breath but refrained from speaking. It was only after Dr. Hareesh showed his ID as a doctor and hospital credentials that they were allowed to proceed. At the second gate, the same process occurred, wasting time until they were finally allowed to pass.
At the third gate, they were denied entry until someone from inside could confirm their visit. Despite showing all his credentials, the guards made calls, but no one picked up. Frustrated, Maisoon burst out of the car, grumbling. Before she could say much, one of the guards barked at her in Arabic to get back in the car. Maisoon, however, was not one to be intimidated.
"Who told you I got out? Is it your business?" she snapped back in Arabic, her eyes narrowing with fury.
The situation escalated, with a guard pointing a gun at her. Dr. Hareesh, knowing her temper, rushed to intervene, apologizing profusely. But the guards ignored him, intent on accusing Maisoon of wrongdoing. She, however, stood her ground, fearless and unflinching.
Inside the palace, Sheikh Sudais observed the commotion from his window. Recognizing Maisoon despite her niqab, he made a call to de-escalate the situation, instructing the guards to let them in and leave her alone. His orders were relayed to the guards, who begrudgingly opened the gate. Maisoon, though unaware of who Sheikh Sudais was, felt a sense of unease at the mention of his name.
Inside the parking space, Maisoon continued fuming about the treatment they'd received. “Even if this were a Hausa royal palace, who would tolerate such nonsense, let alone in Saudi Arabia?!" she ranted.
They were eventually escorted to the general parlor, a space so lavish it was fit for royalty. Maisoon grew restless as they waited for almost 40 minutes without anyone attending to them. She stood up to leave just as an elderly woman entered, flanked by attendants. Dr. Hareesh immediately rose to greet her respectfully, but she ignored him, sitting down without acknowledgment.
Maisoon, however, remained seated, engrossed in her phone. The woman, Princess Saudat, the sister of the Saudi King Alhassan bin Shuraim, was taken aback by Maisoon's audacity. No one ever failed to greet her in her presence.
Before she could speak, a servant rushed in, announcing that the baby, Kursum, was crying uncontrollably. The princess left hurriedly, leaving instructions for Dr. Hareesh to follow her and tend to the baby. Maisoon and Dr. Hareesh complied, with the latter urging Maisoon to stay calm and follow peacefully.