One Minute: Hausa Love Story

OM 14

Take malala yousafzai for example, A champion for girls' education in Pakistan since she was a young teenager, she was shot in the head by the Taliban when she was 15 years old on her school bus. But she wasn't silenced. She spoke at the United Nations on her 16th birthday, established the Malala Fund which has poured millions of dollars into funding secondary education for girls in developing countries and won the Nobel Peace Prize.

Or, Elizabeth Cochran, she was known by her pen name Nellie Bly, broke barriers and uncovered important stories as one of the country's first investigative journalists. Angered by a local paper's column that said women should only cook, clean and raise children, Cochran began writing pieces under the Bly name. When papers tried to assign Bly the women's beat, she resisted. She soon gained national prominence for her groundbreaking stories about mental health institutions, prisons, poverty and more. Those should be the type of people you guys should be talking about, not a little girl that doesn't care about anything but beauty, fame and money" his eyes twinkled as he talked.

"Wow that's actually . . . thoughtful" she said after a minute of silence. "But how do you know a lot about the Kardashian/Jenner's" she raised her eyebrows.

"Oh come on, how wouldn't I know about them when I have Hadiza, she's always talking about them even when I tell her to set out her priorities and stop obsessing about them" he shaked his head with a small smile.

"Well, that is true" she laughed, Hadiza is literally obsessed with them, and that kind of rubbed off on her.

His phone rang and he excused himself saying he had to go. She bade him goodbye before making her way to her room. She met Hajiya Iya on the way and she was looking at her, mouth wide open.

"Innalillahi wa inna ilaihirraji'un" she said putting a hand on her bosom with a frown. Aysha looked around her trying to see the reason for her sudden outburst.

"*Hajiya mai ya faru*, what happened?" She asked her eyebrows knitted.

"*Ke! ke kika faru*. You! you happened" she pointed her index finger at her.

Her brows were knitted in confusion, "*Mai nayi?*. What did I do?" She asked, she couldn't see a wrong thing that she did.

"*Fatima, zo kiga 'er ki*. Come and see your daughter" Hajiya iya called mama in a high pitched voice. Mama came down from the stairs confused why Hajiya Iya was shouting for her.

"*Hajiya mai ya faru*? What happened?" Mama asked her.

"*Wannan 'er taki tana son ta samu a bakin duniya, ji ba yarda taje gurin shi, babu dan kwalliyar zamani, ana gani anga tayi kuka abun tsoro ma, ai sai a zata auren dole ne*. This child of yours wants to expose us to the world, look at how she went to him, she didn't even do the makeup they do nowadays, you can even see that she cried she even looks scary, someone will think its a forced marriage" she cried flailing her hands like a headless chicken. Oh! She probably forgot to say, Hajiya Iya would win the drama queen of the decade award.

What's the difference between arranged marriage and forced marriage, that she is busy shouting about. She frowned a little, by telling her she looked scary she was indirectly telling her she was ugly without makeup.

"Aysha, *gaskiyan Hajiya Iya biki yi dai-dai ba, amma je dakin ki, ina nan zuwa*.Hajiya Iya is right, that wasn't right, but go to your room, I'm coming" Mama scolded even though aysha could see the twinkling of amusement in her eyes. She knew mama did that to save her from further scolding from Hajiya Iya so she gratefully and quickly left for her room.

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"So you met her?" Adnan said as he took a drag from the cigarette in his hands.

"Yes but even though we had a civil conversation, I'm still not happy and keen about the idea" Fahad said his face set into a deep frown.

Fahad was with his friend Adnan. They've been friends for five years, and even though Adnan wasn't what could be classified as a good person and always seemed to follow the wrong crowd. They were still friends because he saw the goodness in him which not many people were opportuned to see.

At first glance, he looked so much like a thug, rugged clothing, his hair was grown to an afro and always with a cigarette at hand.

"Since you're not happy with the wedding leave it up to me, I'll see to it that it wouldn't be done" his eyes gleaming with evil mischievousness.

"Ok, but promise me you wouldn't do anything wrong or illegal" he looked at him with uncertainty.

"I promise" he said blowing out the cigarette smoke from his mouth. But Fahad should've known, promises were meant to be broken.
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Salam, how do you like this chapter?
Sorry for not updating earlier, the truth is I was so lazy even after having two days break. I had to force myself to write this chapter because of you guys that kept asking when the next update was.

So what do you think about Adnan and what is he planning? I can't tell you but I'll let you know its something BIG.

And because of the beautiful message babagana72 left me. I tell you, it really made me happy to know people are interested in my book. Love you all 💕

Allah Hafiz,
AmatullahAG ❤️

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