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★Around 8:50 PM, he parked his luxury car in the parking space at Kano's main international airport. He headed to the waiting area and sat down, watching the passengers emerging. Hearing the announcement for the arrival of the flight from India, he stood up. A few minutes later, they began to come out. He was the fifth one, dressed casually with a Pcap on his head just as he had left 9ja. One hand held the trolley he was pulling, while the other was tucked into his sweet black pants. Farooq caught sight of his brother walking towards him. Nurain pulled his hand out of his pocket and balled it into a fist; Farooq balled his up too. As they met, they bumped fists. Nurain smiled and said, "Hey dude." Farooq gave him a side hug and said, "Welcome, punk."

After Nurain's luggage was checked, they left the airport. Farooq, driving at a minimum speed, asked, "Should we pass by my fiancée's place?" Nurain said, "No, Iron Lady. I'm not ready to face her." Farooq gave a slight smirk and said, "The iron-willed old lady." Nurain said, "Oh God, look at how you're driving. Step on the accelerator!" Farooq replied, "As in, how I step on the accelerator? Look, doctors are trying to preserve his health, but look at you wanting to risk yours." Nurain rested his body against the seat, his voice low in his throat, and said, "Hurry up."

Farooq increased the car's speed slightly, slowed down before turning the car into his uncle's street, and honked at the huge gate. The security guard quickly slid the gate open. He drove inside, parked in the parking lot, and turned off the engine. Taking the key from the ignition, he asked, "Did you just take a nap?" Nurain opened his eyes, looking around the environment he was in. He opened the car door, stepped out, took a deep breath while stretching his head, and said, "Home, sweet slum..." ✍️

Farooq opened the back seat and pulled out a bag and a trolley, looking at Nurain, who had finished stretching his head. "Are you tired?" he asked. Nurain cracked his fingers and said, "Yeah, I'm exhausted."

Garba quickly hurried over, knelt down to the ground, and said, "Welcome back, Alhj Ƙarami, did you return in good health?" Nurain said, "Thanks, Garba. How is the land?" Garba replied, "The land is just as you left it." He stood up, greeted Farooq as well, and took the bag and trolley.

They headed towards the huge luxury main building of the house. As they reached the balcony, Nurain pressed the bell. A few seconds later, Noor opened it. She jumped up and shouted, "Yay, Yaya!" then ran back into the parlor saying, "The groom is here, Mami!"

What she said hit his eardrums hard—the groom? He turned and glared at Farooq, who shook his head and said, "Nope." Instantly, Noor darted into Mami's part of the house. Farooq sat on one of the executive sofas in the large parlor. Garba placed the luggage he brought in and left.

Nurain went straight to his Mami's apartment. Mami was just stepping out of her bedroom as he walked in. He removed the Pcap from his head, walked over, hugged her, and said, "I missed you, Mami." Mami said, "Nurain..."

Noor, smiling with all her white teeth showing, said, "Yaya, welcome back." He replied, "Lil Iron Lady, how are you doing?" She said, "I'm great, Alhamdulillah." Mami asked, "Where is Umar?" He answered, "He's in the parlor." She said, "Oh, let's go there."

They came out into the main parlor. Mami sat down and said, "Husband of Hajiya." Farooq smiled, rubbing his head, slid down to the floor, and greeted her. Mami accepted his greeting and asked, "Did you go pick up your brother?" He smiled and said, "Yes."

Nurain sat on the plush rug of the parlor to greet her as well. She accepted his greeting while showering prayers on him. Noor went into the kitchen and came out carrying water and drinks with glass goblets. She placed them near Farooq, saying, "How are you doing, Ya Farooq?" He replied, "I'm fine, Noory." She asked, "How are Ummi and Aysha?" He said, "They are doing fine."

Nurain asked, "Where is Abba?" Mami replied, "He is inside." He said, "Oh, let me go see him." He looked at Farooq and said, "Let's go, dude." Together, they entered Abba's apartment. Mami looked at Noor, who was busy operating her phone, and said, "Oh, have you started your addiction to pressing that phone again?" Noor replied, "No, Mami, my course mate just sent me an assignment question." Mami said, "Then get up and set the dining table for them before they come out." She said, "Okay," put down her phone, adjusted her cap, and went into the kitchen.

Abba moved the computer he was working on, raised his head to look at his fine young men, and greeted Farooq first, then Nurain. Abba asked, "How is work, Engineer?" Farooq rubbed his head and said, "Alhamdulillah, Abba." Abba said, "That's good, may Allah help you." Farooq said, "Ameen." Abba said, "Uthman..." Nurain said, "Yes?" Abba asked, "How are your studies? Did you finish successfully?" Nurain said, "Yes, Alhamdulillah, we achieved what we went for." Abba let out a sigh and said, "Masha Allah, may Allah make it beneficial." Both of them chorused "Ameen" and then left.

Noor had already finished setting the table. Mami said, "Food is on the dining table." Farooq glanced at his expensive wrist watch and said, "Wallahi, Alhamdulillah, I'm full, I'll be leaving now." He bade them farewell and left. Nurain accompanied him out to the compound and then returned. Noor had his food served in the parlor because he didn't like eating at the table. He ate the food without complaint because he could taste that it was cooked by Mami. He pushed the plate away, opened a bottle of water, poured it into a cup, and drank. He stretched his head, closing his eyes—exhaustion was all over his body. Every time he traveled by air, he felt like his nerves froze, which was why he constantly stretched.

Mami said, "Go and rest, Nurain." He let out a sigh and said, "Yeah." He stood up, massaging his thick neck, pulled his trolley, and said, "Here is stuff from India." Noor asked, "Ya, did you stay in New Delhi?" He said, "Yup, that's where my school is." With that, he took his bag and climbed the stairs, still massaging his thick neck. He found his room sparkling clean and tidy, everything in place. The fragrance of fresh air freshener and pleasant traditional scent wafted through the air, along with the coolness of the AC. His huge, comfortable Chinese bed was laid out with white bedding.

He fetched his phone from his bag, powered it on, removed the SIM card inside, and swapped it with his main Nigerian one. He placed the phone on the mirror and stepped into the bathroom to let warm water run over him. He hadn't even spent a minute inside when his phone started buzzing incessantly. One call ended, and another came in. As soon as that one cut off, another followed. Calls poured in endlessly without a pause.

Quickly, he finished what he was doing and stepped out, wrapping his body in a bathrobe. Suds were still on the side of his ears because of how hurriedly he rushed out to see who was making such a terrible call. He grabbed the ringing phone, furrowing his brow and narrowing his piercing eyes as he stared at the screen. The name and number displayed were not saved in his contacts—he hadn't blocked the number, but she hadn't called him again either. He felt a bitter taste in his throat, tossed the phone aside, and cursed, "Damn it..."

★Everyone who came for the wedding had long since departed. As for the people of Yola, right after the wedding prayers were concluded, they hit the road. Anty Jamila and Hafsa—who was left behind to keep Hajar company and ease her loneliness—were the only ones left in the house. Wasila had left with the intention of returning early the next morning,, in sha Allah.

Wrapped tightly in the hijab she had used for her Isha prayers, Hajar sat huddled in one corner. She was lying down on the prayer mat where she had finished her prayers. Tears flowed from her large Lulu eyes, which were swollen from excessive crying. Her chest and throat burned from her heavy sobbing.

Anty stood over her and said, "Hasbunallah, Hajar, won't you stop this crying?" In a hoarse voice, she whispered, "I am not crying." Anty said, "Then sit up." Slowly, Hajar pulled herself up and leaned against the wall. She looked so pitiful that Anty's heart ached. "Will you eat some food?" Anty asked. Hajar shook her head, wiping her cheeks, and said, "I am full. I can't eat, my chest hurts." Anty said, "I'm sorry. You can't go to bed on an empty stomach; let me go buy you some yogurt." With that, she left the room.

Hafsa moved closer to Hajar and said, "I'm sorry, sister." Hajar said, "Wallahi, I feel like my heart is going to burst. I didn't even marry my Sayyadina. I am ruined, Hafsa!" She covered her face with her hijab and broke down crying again. Hafsa said, "Allah decreed that he is not your husband. Pray that Allah makes this the best path for you." Between sobs, Hajar said, "I don't even know who I've been married off to. I don't know what kind of person he is." Hafsa replied, "Whoever he is, in sha Allah, it is for the best." Hajar leaned her head back against the wall, closed her eyes, and let tears stream down her cheeks.

A greeting was shouted from the entrance corridor. Anty, who was in the courtyard talking on the phone with Mu'azzam to give him instructions on buying the yogurt, ended the call and answered the greeting. Umma came out of Baba's room and asked, "Who is that?"

The woman who gave the greeting stepped forward and said, "It's Larai." Umma squinted to look at her in the dim light since there was a power outage. Umma spread out a mat and said, "Bismillah," even though she couldn't immediately recognize who it was. The elderly woman who called herself Larai sat down on the mat Umma had laid out. They exchanged greetings, and Anty greeted her as well.

Larai looked at Umma and said, "O servant of Allah, are you Hajara's mother?" Umma replied, "Yes, I am." Larai said, "Alhamdulillah. Wallahi, wallahi, I am the one who has wronged you. For the sake of Allah, please forgive me." Umma said, "Dear God, what wrong have I committed against you, servant of Allah? I don't even recognize you." Larai said, "I am Nuraddeen's mother—the one whose marriage to your daughter was supposed to take place."

Instantly, Umma's expression changed. Anty, sitting on a small chair, tightened her face. Umma said, "Oh? I hope all is well? Weren't your things returned to you?" Hajiya said, "That is not why I am here. For the sake of Allah, please forgive us for what we did. Wallahi, it was my fault, which is why I came all the way here personally to ask for your forgiveness."

Umma gave a forced smile and said, "It's nothing, we have forgiven you, and may Allah forgive us too." Hajiya let out a sigh of relief and said, "Alhamdulillah, may Allah bless you. The wedding that was canceled during the day—let it be solemnized right now at night."

Umma let out a breath and said, "Let me speak to the girl's father about this." With that, she stood up and entered Baba's room. Baba had already heard everything that happened, so without waiting for her to explain further, he stepped out into the courtyard. Anty stood up and went into the bedroom.

Baba exchanged greetings with Hajiya, who began pleading with him. He said, "Dear God, everything is predestined..." Hajiya said, "That's true, but wallahi, I am the cause of this huge disaster. For the sake of Allah, please forgive me, and let my son's marriage to your daughter be solemnized."

Maama came out holding a wrapper tied across her chest and a hand fan. She snapped, "Please, give it a rest! Wallahi, you people love dragging out stories. Just tell her straight that Hajara has been married off to someone else instead of your son!"

With extreme shock, Hajiya looked at her, then looked at Baba, and asked, "Is that true?" Maama said, "Go on, let him tell you with his own mouth so you can hear it. He is the one who married her off to someone else after your son said he was calling it off."

Hajiya started wiping away tears and said, "Wallahi, Nuraddeen had nothing to do with it! I am the one at fault; I was the one who said the wedding should be called off. Wallahi, when I said it, I didn't know what I was doing. Please, for the sake of the glorious Qur'an, don't prevent my son from marrying your daughter."

Baba let out a sigh, cleared his throat, and said, "Hajiya, the pen has already dried; your son will just have to seek another. The matter I am dealing with now is that I have already given Hajara away in marriage."

Fanning herself furiously, Maama said, "There! It's better you told her the truth."

Hajiya let out a loud shriek, then raised her voice and called out, "Nuraddeen..."

Nura walked in with a greeting. He had been standing in the corridor all along; in fact, he was the one who accompanied Hajiya there.

With a sudden start, Hajar sprang to her feet upon hearing his voice. She stood by the window, peeking out into the courtyard. A wave of intense longing and weeping washed over her as she saw his face.

Hajiya cried out, "Nuraddeen, beg them yourself! They refuse to accept my apologies."

Nura, whose face showed the exhaustion of a whole day, knelt down. He greeted Baba, then Umma, whose anxiety was rising. With a stern and expressionless face, Baba said, "It's not that we refused to forgive you; forgiveness is precisely why I listened to you. But forgiveness must stand—Hajara is another man's wife."

Nura dropped to both knees on the ground and pleaded, "Baba, please don't separate me from Hajar. Please forgive me..."

Umma stood up and walked into the room. Baba shook his head and said, "Bear with it, Nura. Wallahi, Hajara's marriage has already been solemnized..."

Hajiya burst into tears and wailed, "Wallahi, I am the cause! Nuraddeen, forgive me. I didn't treat you well; I wasn't fair to you. Everything I ever wanted, you did for me, yet I am the one who cut short your happiness. Wallahi, I didn't know I was doing this to you; I thought I was dreaming, but it turns out I did it in reality..."

As for Nura, he didn't even comprehend what she was saying because his head was spinning, and a searing pain was tearing through his heart. Baba looked away, turning the situation over in his mind—it felt like something straight out of a movie.

Nura stood up, swaying, and helped his mother to her feet. He whispered, "Allahumma ajirni fi musibati wa akluf li khairan minha" (O Allah, reward me in my affliction and replace it for me with something better). To him, this was the ultimate tragedy. He turned and headed toward the entrance corridor.

At the front of the house, Nura ran into Mu'azzam, who was just about to step inside. In surprise, Mu'azzam looked at him and said, "Ya Sayyadi..." Nura stared at him with bloodshot eyes and said, "Mu'azzam," before rushing off, walking so fast it looked as though he might fly away.

Mu'azzam went inside the house and watched Hajiya as she tried to walk out while wiping away her tears. He gave a greeting at the doorway of Umma's room and handed Anty the yogurt he had bought.

With great difficulty, Hajar drank a quarter of the yogurt and took a Panadol because her head was throbbing terribly. That night was the worst night of her life; she couldn't sleep at all, not even for a nap.

★The next morning, Nurain sat on the balcony absorbing the morning blessings, tapping on his phone from time to time while sipping black coffee. Last night, calls had harassed him so much that he silenced his phone just to get some sleep. In the morning, however, missed calls beyond his expectations greeted him, followed by text messages. From Fajr until the present time—around 7:30 AM—she had sent him over ten messages, and he hadn't read a single one. As soon as her message came in, he swiped away the phone notifications. Once he abandoned something, he abandoned it for good; there was no going back. He was a man of strong pride, though his temper usually flared before that pride kicked in.

His phone vibrated. Glancing at it, he saw Abba calling. He picked up and placed it to his ear. Abba said, "Meet me in the great room now." Nurain replied, "Yeah," and Abba hung up. He finished his coffee, stood up, and walked inside with the cup in his hand. He headed to the kitchen to drop off the cup, then stepped out and made his way to his Abba's great room.

He slipped off the soft slippers from his clean legs and entered the great room. As soon as he stepped in, Abba pointed to a chair and said, "Sit." Nurain sat down, looking at his father.

Abba said, "Uthman, since yesterday I wanted to inform you, but I waited until today." Nurain didn't say anything; he just stared at his father. Abba exhaled heavily and said, "I have given you my friend's daughter in marriage..."

With a weird facial expression, Nurain looked at him. His peach lips moved slowly as he uttered, "Marriage..."

Directly, Abba said, "Yes, yesterday the marriage was solemnized, and in sha Allah, today your wife will be brought to your house. Get ready to settle down, son." ✍️

Summary

Nurain returns home to Kano from India after completing his studies, greeted warmly by his family, though he quickly learns that his father has arranged a marriage for him. Meanwhile, in a parallel tragedy, Hajar's wedding to Nuraddeen falls apart due to Nuraddeen's mother (Hajiya), who impulsively forced the cancellation of the wedding out of panic, only to desperately beg for forgiveness later when it is too late. Baba has already married Hajar off to another man (unbeknownst to her and Nura, this man is actually Nurain). The chapters close with Nurain being informed by Abba that his newly wedded bride will be brought to his home today, setting up an emotional collision course between two lives upended by parental decisions.

Description

This excerpt captures a deeply emotional and dramatic turning point in the Hausa romance novel Hajar by Feenerh_feeche. It contrasts the modern, aloof lifestyle of the returning scholar Nurain with the heartbreaking, traditional anguish of Hajar, whose life is upended by the sudden collapse and hasty replacement of her wedding. The narrative explores themes of family obligation, parental interference, grief, and the unexpected twists of fate that bind seemingly unrelated lives together through arranged marriages.

Analytics

Character Dynamics: The sharp contrast between Nurain’s detached, goal-oriented mindset and Hajar’s emotional vulnerability highlights the novel's thematic tension. Hajiya serves as a cautionary figure whose impulsive meddling destroys her son's happiness.
Pacing & Structure: The author uses a dual-narrative structure, switching between Nurain's homecoming in Kano and the devastating fallout at Hajar's family home in Yola, building intense dramatic irony for the reader who can connect the dots before the characters do.
Cultural Context: Rich elements of Northern Nigerian culture—such as family greetings, respect for elders, the role of traditional marriage ceremonies (lefe), and community dynamics—form the bedrock of the storytelling.

Comments

The emotional weight of Hajar's heartbreak is palpably written, making her grief feel raw and authentic to the reader.
The twist regarding Nurain being the unknown groom assigned to Hajar sets up an anticipation-filled dynamic for the upcoming chapters.
Hajiya's character invokes immense frustration, perfectly illustrating how parental interference can ruin lives based on momentary panic.

Conclusions

The narrative effectively weaves together two distinct subplots—Nurain's return from India and Hajar's forced marriage tragedy—into a single cohesive storyline. The stage is now set for a turbulent union as Hajar, mourning the loss of her intended love (Nuraddeen), is brought straight to the doorstep of Nurain, a man who is equally reluctant about an arranged marriage he had no say in.