Auren Bazawara Complete Book

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She lifted her head from their spacious bed, which was elegantly laid with a gorgeous pink bedsheet and matching duvet. Her eyes settled on her twin sister, and she reached up to gently stroke her own chin with a smile—she loved her sister so much. She could not bear the thought of anything hurting her, even a little, especially since they were twins.

Iman turned slightly, opening her eyes to meet Amani's gaze, then widened her eyes and looked at the clock on their bedside drawer. She quickly snapped her eyes back and blurted out, "Oh shit, I already know we are going to be late and we’ll face Dada’s wrath. Be quick, Ama, go take your bath."

Amani pouted slightly as she got up, wearing her white silk nightgown that clung to her curves, accentuating her fine figure. Though slim, she had a commanding presence; every part of a woman's body that was supposed to be full was full on Amani, especially recently as she had developed an unexpected, startling roundness and beauty, almost as if she had a small baby bump.

She walked toward the toilet as if she disdained touching the floor. Inside, she delayed, lingering deliberately before finally stepping into the bathtub to bathe as though she hated doing it. She did not care about Dada's anger; lately, all she wanted to do was provoke him. She hated him—as if he wasn't the father who brought her into the world. If she had the power, she wouldn't let him spend even a single day more alive.

She ignored Iman, who hammered on the door for a long time, only coming out when she finally felt like it, wrapped in a tiny towel. Her eyes landed on Iman, who was fuming with anger.

"Do you know what you've done, Ama? Do you want Dada to tear us apart today? He just warned us not to be late, but you entered the bathroom like someone trying to change their skin color. Look, you even made me stain my clothes..."

Amani quickly cast her eyes down to the stain Iman pointed out. Her heart skipped a beat with tremendous force, and she stood frozen, staring at Iman as she rushed into the bathroom.

Amani took a deep breath. Her chest hammered wildly; her mouth was dry, lacking even a drop of saliva. Slowly, she whispered, "Innalillahi wa inna ilaihirrajiuna [We belong to Allah and to Him we shall return]. What happened to me? When was my last period? I even forgot that periods exist..."

Her heart hammered again as it hit her: if she wasn't mistaken, it had been exactly three months since her last period, yet it hadn't crossed her mind at all until Iman reminded her about this thing called menstruation.

With frantic speed, she put on her clothes and rushed out of the bedroom, car keys in hand, heading straight for the compound yard. Completely out of her senses, she didn't realize she was about to crash right into Dada.

He jumped back quickly, his face hardened, fixing his fierce eyes on her. She returned his glare with her own wild eyes, feeling the fire of rage burning up her heart... It was no longer like a father, no longer like someone she once loved. The father who brought her into the world had now become her enemy—an enemy like no other.

He stared at her just as fiercely, feeling an intensity even greater than what raged in her heart. He sucked his teeth, opening his mouth to speak, but she spun around instantly and let out a small hiss of her own—a sound so sharp it echoed straight to the center of his chest.

His heart flared up in fresh fury. He yanked her back with tremendous force, demanding, "Are you crazy? Are you hissing at me, your father?"

She rolled her eyes before violently pulling her body away, pointing a finger directly at his face and declaring, "And so what? Aren’t you ashamed to call yourself my father? Mmh. You said you are my father? Okay, just let me return from the hospital, and if what I suspect is confirmed, get ready to witness every humiliation on earth. I swear I won't cover up for you; I will show the world who you are. I will show them how you traded your dignity for money and violated your own daughter..."

She bit her lip again, her eyes turning red and raw, tears finally screaming from them as she whispered: "Because of money and greed for power, you stripped away my virginity. I swear I will go to the radio station and buy airtime just to expose you... I hate you, Dada..." she said in a trembling whisper.

Even though she spoke softly, the raw distress and searing agony in her heart vibrated through her voice. Her lips trembled, her whole body shaking as she climbed into her car and left Dada standing there, his hands shoved inside his pockets, his face locked in a scowl as though he had never smiled in his life.

She tore the car out of the compound with all her might, feeling a sudden dark impulse to drive right over her Dada and crush him to death so she could finally be free of the sight of him. The face that once was the most beautiful thing in the world to her now appeared as the ugliest thing imaginable...

With her heart racing, she got into the car, entirely in a state of panic. Shock was clearly visible in her eyes.

She drove recklessly, and by the grace of God, she arrived safely at a private hospital. It was a very small hospital, but exceptionally beautiful. Deep inside, she knew without even testing that she was pregnant—and not by just anyone, but by the very father who had brought her into the world. What kind of disaster was this?

She adjusted her hijab, grabbed a tissue, and wiped away the tears that had been streaming down her face since she left home. Her eyes were red and swollen. Putting on shades to hide them, she stepped out of the car, her feet slipping into black Givenchy slides...

Amani walked blindly, her legs trembling beneath her. Her body felt weak—though this was her usual slow walk, today it was heavier than ever. With every step, her heart hammered faster until she reached the desk to collect her file.

This wasn’t her first time at the hospital; her family had an ongoing medical file here. A nurse glanced at her briefly and pointed toward the scale, signaling her to step up for a weight check. Amani let out a small hiss of annoyance; she hated wasting time and noted that this woman seemed intent on dragging things out.

After checking her weight, the nurse measured her blood pressure. Seeing it was slightly elevated, the nurse looked at her and asked, "Are you okay? I notice your blood pressure is high."

Amani's heart boiled with fury, ready to burst out of her chest. She shot the nurse a contemptuous look and snapped, "Have you ever seen someone who is okay come to see a doctor? I hate silly questions..."

The nurse fell silent for a moment before replying, "I'm sorry, Ma'am, I didn't mean to hurt you..." With that, she took Amani Moddibo’s file and headed into the doctor’s office.

Amani stared after her, pushing out her lower lip, her heart burning as if it were about to detach from her body...

Imaan...

Ever since stepping out of the bathroom, she hadn't seen Amani. She quickly dressed in a simple, comfortable outfit, disliking anything restrictive, and hurried to tidy her hair before stepping out, wondering to herself, Where did she go? Knowing Amani, there was nothing she loved more than eating, so skipping food was out of the character.

Glancing around the parlor and failing to find her, she shifted her gaze to their Dada, who sat leaning back against the sofa, his eyes closed so deeply that his long eyelashes rested against his skin. Yet, Iman thought she caught a few tears lingering at the corners of his eyes.

She tapped the edge of the sofa and asked, "Dada, are you okay?"

He opened his heavy-lidded eyes and fixed them on Iman. If he could, he would have told her he was not okay. But he couldn't explain what was inside him to the world—it was a secret shared only between him, Amani, and his wife, Safna.

He closed his eyes again, chewing on the side of his lip, and replied in a raspy voice, "I'm fine, Iman."

With that, he rose hurriedly to leave the room.

Iman called out after him, "Dada, where is Ama? I don't see her, and we shouldn't be late today; they are giving out our admission letters."

Without turning back, he answered, "I saw her drive off; maybe she couldn't wait. You can go on ahead to the school."

Iman stood up, attempting to call Amani, who kept rejecting her calls because she was with the doctor. Seeing that Amani refused to pick up, Iman simply sent her a text: At hospital. Then she switched off her phone.

Iman stared at her phone in disbelief, wondering why Amani would go to the hospital given how excited she was to start school today. Her intuition refused to let her head straight to school alone; instead, she decided to visit the hospital herself to check what was wrong. She knew they both used this particular clinic—a hospital staffed by top-tier medical experts, famous for its excellence despite its modest size.

Amani...

She sat numbly, staring at Doctor Hisham, who had fixed his gaze on her the moment she walked in. She hated being stared at; it was one of the things she loathed most in life. Pouting slightly, she muttered under her breath as they faced each other across the desk.

"Amani, what's wrong?" Dr. Hisham asked.

She found herself utterly flustered, feeling like she wanted to stand up and flee. How could she look him in the eye and announce she was here for a pregnancy test when he knew she wasn't married? She felt foolish for coming to the very family doctor they had used since childhood—though usually, they came accompanied by Inna Talatu or their grandmother, Didi.

Overwhelmed, she sat mute, unable to speak. Dr. Hisham kept his eyes on her, noting every movement. Finally growing tired of her silence, he prompted, "Amani Moddibo, talk to me... tell me what's troubling you."

She looked up, shook her head frantically, and stood up to leave. But Dr. Hisham stopped her in her tracks with a single sentence that struck her eardrums like thunder: "You came for a pregnancy test, right?"

Her heart slammed against her ribs. She spun around to face him in sheer shock, demanding, "How do you know?"

He closed his eyes with a faint smile before replying, "I know because I am a doctor..."

Trembling violently, Amani collapsed back into the chair before his desk, breaking out in a sweat, her eyes welling with tears. "You mean you can tell I'm pregnant? Even before testing? How? I am ruined!" she cried, tears streaming down her face as her entire body shook.

So it was true: she was carrying her own father's child. Where could she hide this disgrace? How could she ever look the world in the eye and explain this?

She squeezed her eyes shut, visualizing herself in Dada's arms the night it happened. She would never forget that night.

Seeing her distress peak, Doctor Hisham shook his head in deep pity. "Sit down, Amani. I'm not certain you're pregnant yet; we have to run a test to confirm. Sometimes a woman's period stops for various reasons. If you know nothing happened, you shouldn't worry—just calm down. And if it is a pregnancy, there are ways to get rid of it without anyone ever knowing."

She sat down, still reeling from dizziness, holding her head as if it were being pounded with a hammer. She watched as the doctor stood up and left the room, returning shortly with a small silver tray. He collected her blood sample himself and handed her a small container, instructing her to provide a urine sample.

She used his private restroom, emerged with trembling hands, and handed it back, tears still leaking from her eyes. He gently guided her to a seat, suddenly feeling an immense wave of sympathy for the young girl. He stepped away for a few moments, returning to sit down and wait for the results. He tried his best to comfort her, but her mind was miles away, lost in the abyss of her thoughts.

It didn't take long before a nurse walked in carrying an envelope and handed it to the doctor. Slowly, Dr. Hisham opened the envelope.

Before Amani could see him look up, her heart hammered wildly and she blurted out, "I know I'm pregnant. Innalillahi wa inna ilaihir rajiuna..."

Deeply unsettled, Doctor Hisham tried his best to soothe her. He hadn't realized he possessed such a soft voice until that moment, terrified by the test results flashing positive.

"Calm down, Amani. Tell me what happened. I promise you, I can terminate this pregnancy right now..."

Amani looked up at him with a piercing glare, her voice trembling with dark resolve: "I won't abort it. I won't abort it. I want to give birth to it—even if I lose my life out of the grief of bringing it into the world. I want my baby, whether for my own sake or just to spite my father. I want to see what people say when I introduce my child. This is the product of his sins. I am going to ruin his politics—the very politics he used me to achieve. I'm going to drag his name through the mud, turning him from a beloved man into a cursed one. Oh God, give me strength to endure this madness..." she said in a shaking, fierce voice.

The doctor simply stared at her, completely bewildered, unable to fathom who she was talking about...

Then she let out a sharp cry. In an instant, everything went black as she lost consciousness.

Hisham lunged forward just in time to catch her before she hit the floor, gently laying her out on the room's medical bed. Reaching blindly for his phone, he called the nurse and then immediately redirected the call to Imaam Moddibo...

Dada picked up the phone in a lethargic daze, wondering why Doctor Hisham would be calling him. A sudden flutter of anxiety gripped his chest, though his exterior remained impassive—it took a lot to shake the composure of Moddin Didi. He answered with the greeting of peace.

Doctor Hisham spoke in a rush, breaking the news...

A violent tremor seized Dada's body. "Did you just say Amani is pregnant?"

Hisham replied, "Yes, she is pregnant. The results confirm it."

In a blind rage, Moddi shouted, "Terminate it, Doctor! Terminate it right now! I don't want anyone to know about it. I will pay you whatever you want—"

"Terminate whose pregnancy?"

Mommy Safna’s voice rang out as she stepped into the room. He stared at his senior wife in absolute panic...

(From the works of Nazeefah Sabo Nashe)

Story Summary

"Hadin Gabas" (The Eastern Convergence / Winds of the East) follows the harrowing and psychologically intense journey of Amani, a young woman whose life is shattered by the ultimate betrayal. Raised in a prominent and wealthy family led by her father, Imaam Moddibo—a man driven by political ambition and greed—Amani's world collapses when she discovers she is pregnant with her own father's child as a result of a coercive and abusive encounter orchestrated for political gain.

Facing this unimaginable trauma, Amani experiences a visceral break from her former life, transforming her deep affection for her father into a burning, unyielding hatred. When her pregnancy is medically confirmed at a private clinic by Dr. Hisham, Amani resolves a path of fierce resistance: rather than hiding the shame or aborting the child, she decides to carry the pregnancy to term as the ultimate weapon of vengeance to expose her father's hypocrisy, destroy his political empire, and strip away his public honor.

Parallel to her turmoil is her twin sister, Iman, who remains fiercely loyal and protective, sharing an intuitive bond that pulls her directly into the epicenter of the crisis. Meanwhile, Mommy Safna—Moddi's manipulative second wife—harbors her own hidden agendas regarding the scandal. As the truth surfaces, the narrative explores themes of profound resilience, familial corruption, the psychological weight of survival, and a young woman's fight to reclaim her agency from the ashes of unimaginable darkness.

Character Description

• Amani Moddibo: One half of the twin sisters, Amani is strikingly beautiful, strong-willed, and sharp-tongued. Initially living a privileged life, her character undergoes a dark and dramatic metamorphosis from a carefree young woman into a fierce survivor driven by righteous indignation and a quest for justice against her abuser.
• Iman Moddibo: Amani's twin sister. Gentle, empathetic, and deeply intuitive, Iman serves as Amani's emotional anchor. Despite her own confusion and distress, her unwavering loyalty to her sister highlights the unbreakable bond of sisterhood.
• Imaam Moddibo (Dada): The patriarch of the family—a powerful, politically ambitious man whose moral corruption and lust for power lead him to commit the ultimate sin against his own daughter. Beneath his formidable, unyielding exterior lies a man haunted by cowardice, deep regret, and the impending doom of exposed secrets.
• Mommy Safna: Imaam Moddibo's senior/second wife. Calculating, ambitious, and secretly malicious, Safna views the unfolding tragedy through a lens of self-preservation and hidden satisfaction, manipulating the situation to further her own complex motives.
• Dr. Hisham: The family's private physician at the clinic. Empathetic, professional, and caught completely off guard by the dark revelations, he acts as a reluctant confidant and witness to Amani's trauma.

Narrative Analytics

• Genre: Contemporary Hausa Drama / Psychological Thriller / Domestic Tragedy.
• Core Themes:
  • Betrayal and Power: The corrosive nature of political ambition and greed overriding paternal duty and basic human morality.
  • Resilience and Agency: Amani's transition from a victim of abuse to a defiant survivor who weaponizes her truth against her oppressor.
  • The Twin Connection: The metaphysical and emotional bond between Amani and Iman, serving as a silent communication channel through trauma.
• Tone: Dark, tense, emotionally heavy, and suspenseful, characterized by rapid shifts in perspective between panic, fury, and chilling realization.
• Narrative Structure: Multi-perspective storytelling shifting fluidly between Amani's internal breakdown at the clinic, Iman's intuitive dread, and Dada and Safna's panicked reactions, building unrelenting narrative momentum.