.GIDAN ASALI BOOK COMPELET BY BOSS BATURE 

...smiling.
Without wasting any time, they all gathered around the long dining table, which was filled to capacity with delicious food and drinks. The table normally seated twelve people, but Junaid’s father (Abba) had ordered an additional six-seater table—the one used during yesterday's feast (walima)—to be attached to the side. Aunty Azmee had laid out breakfast items across it. Abusufyan sat there, joined by Sehrish, Jahad, and Hosana.
Judging by the way everyone was piling food onto their plates, it was glaringly obvious that they were incredibly hungry. They didn't even wait for Azmee to serve them; they simply began dishing out the food themselves. Sgr was the only one she personally served, followed by their father, but everyone else dug in without waiting. The room fell completely silent, with no noise except the rhythmic clattering of spoons—kwas, kwas, kwakwasss.
Marshal Omar suddenly looked up, and his eyes instantly locked with Hosana's. She was staring intently at him without so much as blinking. Since their tables were positioned close together with only a small gap between them, he used his spoon to gesture toward the plate in front of her, silently telling her to focus on her food. She smiled, reached out, and picked up an orange to wash down her meal.
Junaid, on the other hand, was completely restless and unable to eat. He kept spinning his spoon around his plate. Every time he remembered what he had done to Jahad inside the car—mistaking her for Sehrish—his heart dropped. He was terrified that Jahad would think he was a degenerate, especially since she didn't really know him. He dreaded the thought of her exposing what he had done to someone else. His mind replayed the moment he had pressed his tongue into her mouth, holding her tightly while kissing her lips—and he hadn't stopped there; he had even slipped his hand inside her hijab.
Overwhelmed with panic, Junaid abruptly stood up to leave the dining area. Everyone's attention immediately shifted to him, their voices overlapping as they asked where he was going.
With a face masked in worry, he replied, "Abba, I'm not hungry. Mommy and I already had breakfast together. I'm going to join her now." He directed his response to their father, but his eyes were locked onto Jahad, who was thoroughly enjoying the pepper soup Azmee had served her. It was obvious she found it delicious, given how entirely focused she was on eating it.
"Okay, you may leave," his father replied. Junaid quickly headed toward his father's bedroom where his mother was staying. As he walked away, he kept glancing back at Jahad, thinking to himself: Oh my God, I don't know what's going to happen next. I know for a fact she will tell Uncle what I did. If she tells him, he will tell our Abba. Abba will then report it to our Big Brother (Babban Yaya), who will declare that I deserve to be slaughtered! Once he realizes I have the audacity to kiss a woman, he'll decide to force me into military service—the one thing I absolutely hate. It's over for me.
Jahad felt an intuitive inkling that someone was watching her, prompting her to pause drinking her pepper soup. She lifted her eyes, and they landed directly on Junaid, who was staring at them from a distance. She was taken aback by how intensely he was glaring at her. She thought: I don't know why he keeps staring at me like that. I'm terrified that he hates the sight of me.
I pray to God her character is just like Sehrish's, Junaid thought. If she is easygoing like my Rishi, I know she will cover for me. But will she really be accommodating? I know what to do—from now on, I will scowl at her and act like I despise her. I know that's the only way to make her fear me so she keeps her mouth shut about what happened between us! Good idea.
Concluding his internal monologue, Junaid threw a harsh glare at her, rolled his mouth mockingly, turned around, and walked into his father's bedroom.
Her spirit dampened, Jahad looked away from his retreating figure. Suddenly, her appetite vanished entirely because of the way Junaid had looked at her. Her fears were confirmed: Junaid hated her presence, evident by how he had glared and scoffed at her.
Her Daddy's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "Jahad, what's wrong? I noticed you stopped eating your pepper soup. I hope everything is alright?"
Startled, she looked at him, her eyes darting nervously. "I'm okay, Daddy."
He nodded before saying, "Relax and eat your food properly. Don't worry about a thing. I know you aren't used to this environment yet—I can see the unfamiliarity in your behavior—but gradually, you will get used to your relatives."
Hosana piped up, "Abba, as for me, I'm already used to everyone! Can't you see how I'm stuffing my face with food? Jahad is just acting shy, but I'm not shy around anyone!"
They all burst into laughter. Right in the middle of her laughter, Sehrish's eyes suddenly collided with Sgr's. He had just looked up and caught her gaze. Her heart skipped a beat because his face was drawn into a harsh, dark scowl completely devoid of warmth. Her laughter immediately died out. Seeing that she was staring at him, he threw a sharp glare her way. She quickly averted her eyes from his face, her body turning cold. She began questioning herself about why Big Bro had glared at her. Could it be that he is unhappy about her being his own flesh and blood?
Yes, that must be it, she thought. Perhaps because he is so used to seeing her as his servant, his maid, a lowly inferior. Now he's showing his anger because he sees her as an equal—the children of two brothers. Clearly, this development doesn't sit well with him.
If my assumptions are true, then by God, I will pack my bags and leave this house for them. I don't want to cause him any displeasure; I would do absolutely anything for his happiness, she concluded internally. She slowly lifted her head again to steal a glance at him. At that exact moment, he looked up too, his striking eyes locking directly with hers for the second time. Her heart hammered wildly again.
He couldn't tear his eyes away from her, all while slowly swirling the spoon in his plate. He still couldn't overcome his shock regarding her status as his relative, his own blood. It felt entirely like a dream to him. However, seeing her staring back at him without breaking eye contact, he forced his face into a severe, uninviting scowl—determined not to give the girl any room to think she could disrespect him just because she had attained a high status.
You will still remain who you are—the one who works under me. That is the only position I will ever give you, he declared in his mind.
Abusufyan smiled warmly and mused internally: They will never suffer again. I will never let that happen. Now that these children have been revealed as my biological daughters, by the grace of God, I will never let them do manual labor again. I won't even let them lift a single spoon in this house. I want them to live a life of pure luxury and freedom. He looked at each of them, his heart overflowing with love for his daughters.
Sgr broke his gaze from Sehrish, reached out, picked up a glass cup filled with a cold drink, and brought it to his mouth, sipping it calmly. As the chilled liquid rushed down his throat, he slowly closed his eyes and opened them slightly. For the third time, his gaze landed directly on Sehrish. Terrified, she rapidly looked away from his face and refocused entirely on her plate.
Sgr reached out, tore a piece of tissue to wipe his mouth, stood up, and headed upstairs. Marshal Omar stood up next, seemingly finished with his breakfast, and followed him upstairs.
The moment Hajiya Azeema stepped out of her bedroom, she overheard Gwaggo Katsina grumbling loudly to herself: "This is the problem with visiting the homes of elite snobs! I cannot live like these Westernized people. How can you serve someone a flimsy slice of bread alongside half a cup of tea, as if they are some vagrant, and expect them to drink it?!"
She was stomping around and ranting, holding her wrapper in her hand, wearing only a short undershirt, with her head wrap tightly fastened like a motorcycle helmet.
Just as she was about to pass by, Hajiya Azeema cleared her throat and called her name. "Gwaggo."
With a sour expression, Gwaggo turned around to face her, stepping closer until they were face-to-face. "Ah, Azeema! Actually, I wanted to ask you something."
Azeema gave her full attention. "I'm listening, Gwaggo."
"Yesterday, I had a dream. I dreamed that Abusufyan’s children suddenly appeared—a set of triplets who were breathtakingly beautiful. I initially thought it really happened, but later I realized it couldn't possibly be true. Otherwise, when did Abusufyan ever get married?" she asked, staring intently at Hajiya Azeema, whose mouth dropped open in sheer disbelief.
Seeing Azeema standing there frozen and staring, Gwaggo assumed she had offended her. "I know you must be shocked too. The dream felt so incredibly real! One of them was even spinning a web of lies, claiming they are the children of a woman named Zainab, and the story even involved a Hajiya Ameena. If not for the devil's tricks, how could Abusufyan possibly have children?"
Azeema came dangerously close to bursting out laughing right in Gwaggo Katsina's face, seeing how entirely convinced she was of her own logic, with a completely serious expression.
Suppressing her laughter, Azeema brushed it off and asked, "Gwaggo, are you sure you've been taking your medication? Where is Dr. Harris? I really need to see him."
Gwaggo Katsina hissed loudly. "That Harris has turned into a complete degenerate!"
Azeema's eyes widened. "Gwaggo, Harris is a degenerate?!"
She scoffed. "Would I lie about him? Isn't he the son of my own womb? I endured so much hardship to raise my boy with proper morals, but that Saude..." She stopped mid-sentence as tears overtook her. She lifted her wrapper to her eyes, trying to wipe them away.
Harris, who had just stepped out alongside Saude, stood rooted to the spot. Hearing his grandmother's words, he quickly yanked his hand away from Saude's grip.
Hajiya Azeema asked, "Gwaggo, please tell me, what did Harris do?"
Panicking, Saude whispered, "Ya Harris, please don't let Gwaggo tell her what we did! You know how she exaggerates things; once she starts talking, she adds extra salt to the soup."
Dr. Harris replied in a low voice, "Just don't worry yourself. Insha Allah, she won't say it."
The moment he said that, Gwaggo Katsina ranted, "Azeema, it's painful. Right now, I am starving, which is why you see me walking around complaining. I am heading straight to that woman. I swear to God, whether it's Azmee or Ramadan, I am going to give her a piece of my mind today! She dared to insult my intelligence first thing in the morning by bringing me half a cup of tea and a flimsy slice of bread, telling me to start with that. Does she think I look like a mouse?!"
She spoke with intense anger, causing Harris and Saude to burst out laughing simultaneously. Hearing their laughter, she whipped around, her face instantly hardening when she saw him standing with Saude.
Hajiya Azeema smiled reassuringly. "Oh Gwaggo, you completely misunderstood her! When she told you to 'start with that,' she meant as an appetizer before you come out for the main breakfast. Right now, breakfast has been fully laid out at the dining table, and everyone is just waiting for us to join."
Azeema reached out, grabbed the wrapper from Gwaggo’s hand, and said, "Let me help you tie this wrapper properly."
Gwaggo shook her head. "Leave it in my hand. I prefer to let the breeze hit me from everywhere." Hajiya Azeema smiled and said, "That's fine too, Gwaggo. At least the under-skirt isn't transparent; it's quite thick. But you should still tie the wrapper so you look presentable, since you're already wearing the matching top. Remember, Abusufyan is here, along with his children. They wouldn't want to see their Gwaggo looking like this."
A grand smile broke across Gwaggo Katsina's face. "So... that dream I had yesterday was actually real?!"
Azeema nodded confirming it. "Yes, they are here. Everything that happened yesterday was completely real, it wasn't a dream. It all unfolded right in front of you, you just temporarily forgot."
Hearing this, Gwaggo frantically wrapped the cloth around herself and tied it securely, muttering, "Oh, my God! My Abusufyan’s beloved children. Those poor souls suffered terribly at the hands of that wicked, dark-hearted devil of a man. May God punish him!"
"That man is a literal demon; the only thing missing is a set of horns on his head! But honestly, I highly doubt he is even human," Hajiya Azeema remarked as she led the way toward the dining area.
Gwaggo followed closely behind her, adding, "Well, you might as well plug your ears, because discussing Sayyadi is an absolute necessity. Until his severed head is brought directly to me, I will never stop yelling his name!"
Azeema simply smiled as they both arrived at the dining table.
Everyone began exchanging morning greetings. The moment Jahad and her sisters spotted Saude, they stood up in unison and walked over to her. They hadn't received a proper chance to greet her the previous day due to the overwhelming emotional shock they had all experienced. Saude pulled them into a warm, joyful embrace.
"Congratulations to you all! I am incredibly happy for you," Saude said as she released them, everyone sporting bright smiles.
Jahad replied, "Aunty Saude, can you see the mighty power of God? We endured so much suffering, and we never imagined we had an extended family out there. But destiny crossed our paths with Ya Omar. As for our sister Sehrish, a twist of fate brought her to this house as a maid. We were living right under the same roof with our own relatives without even realizing it, until God revealed everything in a single day."
Saude said, "Congratulations once again! I am deeply happy for you all that you emerged from the lineage of this family. This is truly a matter of pride." Before shifting her gaze to Hosana, she playfully pinched her cheek and teased, "Hosana, look at how much you've changed! It's as if you aren't the same eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl anymore—the one who used to be so tiny. Your cheeks have puffed up like a balloon! Honestly, your complexion has bloomed; it's clear Ya Omar knows how to take excellent care of you."
Hosana burst into laughter, bashfully lowering her head.
"Why don't you prompt your sister to come over so we can greet her?" Saude continued, looking at Sehrish, who sat watching them one by one.
Jahad smiled, turning around to motion to her with her hand to come over. Sehrish stood up and walked toward them. As soon as she arrived, Saude reached out, pulled her close, and embraced her. Releasing her from the hug, Saude remarked, "Masha Allah! Honestly, I have never seen triplets who look so perfectly identical as you three do. I am incredibly happy for you that Allah has reunited you with your siblings, your father, and your entire extended family."
With a soft smile across her face, Sehrish replied, "Thank you so much."
"May Allah protect you all for us, bless your lives, and shield you from the malice of enemies."
They replied in unison, "Ameen"—and they weren't alone, as Abba, who had been listening to their conversation, answered along with them.
True to his promise to organize a massive feast (walima) to celebrate the public unveiling of the children of his younger brother, Abusufyan, Abba personally selected the date for the event. From that very day, he began calling extended relatives and cherished friends to break the news about the sudden appearance of Abusufyan’s children. He left no one out; he phoned everyone, starting from their relatives in Zaria and Damaturu to other states, and even those residing overseas. Everyone was informed.
The following morning, after Abbas returned to his own house, Amani asked him what had happened the previous day that prevented them from coming over. He then relayed the entire sequence of events regarding Sehrish and her sisters. A profound wave of joy washed over her—not for any random reason, but because she knew that Aunty Babba's malicious plan had completely shattered to pieces. The moment she heard that they were gorgeous young women between seventeen and eighteen years old, she erupted into a wicked laugh in her heart, thinking: Now I’ll see how Aunty Laila intends to achieve her selfish goals! If the immediate household hasn't even had its fill, how can food be handed to outsiders? This is going to be a total domestic cleanup. The matter is completely settled!
Amani herself grew highly impatient for the day of the feast to arrive so they could visit the house. She had heard that on that exact day, Aunty Babba and Hafsat would be arriving in Abuja. Her ultimate desire was to witness the sheer psychological shock and devastation that Aunty Babba would face the moment she laid eyes on the triplets.
The day of the feast also coincided with the exact day Ammi was scheduled to arrive alongside several extended family members. Similarly, Captain Najeeb and Talal were both returning home on that day for the sole purpose of setting their eyes on the children of their uncle, Abusufyan. Everyone was overflowing with intense anticipation to meet them, especially after hearing about the degrading, miserable life the girls had previously endured; a deep sense of pity and pure love took root in their hearts. Furthermore, MG Osman and Captain Adam were also returning home that day, having traveled to maintain family ties immediately after returning from the United States. Truly, it was bound to be a monumental day. Because of this, I (the author) and my readers will make special preparations to attend the house as uninvited guests—crashing the party out of pure love, simply putting ourselves out there!
Over the past few days, the triplets enjoyed an incredibly blissful life alongside their father. He remained constantly glued to their side. He personally sat them down and braided their hair into double cornrows (kalaba), just as he used to do when they were toddlers. When it was Sehrish's turn, he looked at her hair in utter surprise and asked, "How is it that I see your hair is short? Did you suffer an illness that required your hair to be chopped off?"
She shook her head and answered, "No, I committed an offense against Babba Yaya, and he used scissors to cut my hair."
The moment the words left her mouth, Abusufyan remarked sharply, "He only brought ruin upon himself!" Sehrish simply smiled, even though she didn't fully comprehend the deeper meaning behind her father's ominous statement. Throughout these days, they did not attend school. Abusufyan himself told them not to worry, assuring them that he would personally escort them back to the institution to ensure no one would penalize or interrogate them.
As for Sir Commander Haroon, he moved around the house like a total hypocrite. No one ever knew the exact times he sneaked into the house or when he slipped back out. It was glaringly obvious that he was secretly plotting something in the shadows.

AMRISH

Amrish sat inside her classroom, completely consumed by distress over not seeing Sehrish for the past couple of days. Whenever she tried dialing her phone number, it was unreachable, and even when she tried calling Junaid's phone, he wouldn’t answer. This state of affairs heavily unnerved her. She rested her chin in her hand, her eyes brimming with unshed tears from the weight of her anxiety. She deeply wished Sehrish were there, as her presence would at least stave off her loneliness. Wrapped up in these heavy thoughts, she didn't even notice when the teacher stepped into the classroom. After the teacher finished taking greetings from the students, he walked straight over to Amrish’s desk. Holding a marker, he lightly tapped it against her desk.
Startled, her eyes snapped up to face him. She scrambled to her feet upon recognizing Ya Mu'allim—who hadn't stepped foot in the school since the exact day he gave Sehrish that spiritual prayer water. Although they had received word that he had traveled for Umrah (the lesser pilgrimage), which was why a substitute teacher had replaced him, he was now back.
A faint smile crossed his face as he looked at her. "What are you thinking about so deeply that you didn't even notice me walk into the classroom?"
With a trembling voice, she replied, "Please forgive me, Ya Mu'allim. I am not feeling well, which is why I didn't realize you had entered."
He nodded understandingly, his eyes scanning over to Sehrish's empty seat. "Where is that girl? The girl from the Salahuddeen Hussein family? I noticed she isn't in class."
With a face masked in worry, Amrish explained, "She hasn't come. It has been almost four days now since she last attended school. I’ve tried calling her line repeatedly but it’s unreachable, and I even called her brother, but his phone is unavailable too."
Hearing this filled the teacher with a sudden dread. Could something terrible have happened to the girl? He desperately wanted to know what she had done with the prayer water he gave her—whether she had actually drunk it or not.
He nodded slowly and turned away, murmuring, "May Allah let it be a matter of safety. If she still hasn’t showed up by next week, I will personally visit their house to investigate the reason behind her absence."
Her heart heavy, Amrish slumped back into her seat. Her body began to tremble slightly from the mounting fear that something horrific might have befallen Sehrish. Ultimately, she resolved to find the location of Sehrish's house so she could go check on her personally.

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  2. Summary of the Text

  This chapter from a contemporary Hausa novel focuses on the emotional and structural transformation of an elite family following a major breakthrough.

• The Family Breakfast: The chapter opens with an elaborate family breakfast where Abusufyan dines with his newly discovered identical triplet daughters (Sehrish, Jahad, and Hosana).
• Guilt and Misunderstandings: Junaid is frozen with intense guilt over an inappropriate physical advance he made toward Jahad inside a car, having mistaken her for Sehrish. He treats Jahad coldly to intimidate her into keeping quiet. Concurrently, Sehrish misinterprets a stern glare from Sgr (Senior Green/Big Bro), assuming he resents her transition from family maid to a biological cousin, though Sgr is simply trying to maintain an authoritative boundaries.
• Comic Relief with Gwaggo Katsina: The eccentric elderly relative, Gwaggo Katsina, provides comedic relief by complaining about a high-society continental breakfast, mistakenly believing the reality of the triplets' arrival was just a vivid dream.
• High-Society Preparations: The family patriarch, Abba, begins organizing a massive public feast (walima) to announce the triplets' return. Relatives like Amani celebrate this news maliciously, knowing it completely ruins the inheritance-grabbing schemes of the family antagonist, Aunty Babba (Aunty Laila).

• School Anxieties: At school, a friend named Amrish and a teacher (Ya Mu'allim) grow deeply concerned about Sehrish's four-day absence, unaware of her dramatic socioeconomic transformation.

  3. Analytical Breakdown

  Character Dynamics & Internal Monologues

  Character	Action in this Excerpt	Internal Motivation / Conflict
  Junaid	Flees the dining table and glares aggressively at Jahad.	He is terrified that Jahad will expose his non-consensual physical advance (kissing her and reaching inside her hijab). He adopts a hostile demeanor to intimidate her into silence.
  Sehrish	Freezes under Sgr’s intense glares and stops laughing.	She suffers from an inferiority complex due to her past role as a housemaid. She assumes Sgr's scowl means he resents sharing an equal family status with her.
  Sgr (Senior Green)	Scowls deeply at Sehrish while playing with his spoon.	He is internally amazed by the blood relation but consciously resolves to keep a stern face so Sehrish does not "lose her humility" or disrespect his authority.
  Abusufyan	Notes his daughters' hair and notices Sehrish's short haircut.	He feels a strong protective urge. When told that Babba Yaya cut Sehrish's hair with scissors as a punishment, he ominous states, "He only brought ruin upon himself."

  Structural Features of Contemporary Hausa Literature

• The Authorial Break (Gayyar Soɗi): The author breaks the fourth wall to invite the audience directly into the story ("I and my readers will make special preparations to attend the house as uninvited guests..."). This is a hallmark of contemporary Hausa Littattafan Soyayya (romance/melodrama novels), fostering a communal reading experience.
• Commercialization in Text: The sudden inclusion of the "Sanarwa" (Announcement) section for bridal gown rentals and traditional northern perfumes (Humra, Kajiji) illustrates how modern Hausa self-published authors monetize their distribution networks by running real-life local business advertisements inside the manuscript text.