Auren Adashe Part 3 Completed

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AUREN ADASHE BOOK 3

With just one glance at Yusrah, he knew things were not going to be easy today. Before she could speak, he said, "I am going back home and leaving you here. When you feel better, you can return, or when I have time, I will come and take you back to your parents' house."

In a soft voice, she uttered, "I don't understand."

"Just as I said. When you heal, you can go home." He turned and went back inside the room.

Despite the stinging pain from her injury, she managed to stand up, saying, "You truly cannot leave me here."

He came out after covering his face. With a single glance at her, he headed for the door to leave. She quickly rushed to block his path, "Truly, you cannot leave me here."

Without looking at her properly, he said, "Here, the affairs of my family are at stake. It is impossible for me to leave them for your sake—someone with whom I share no blood tie. Get out of my way, you pest!" He finished by shouting at her, pushing her aside with his hand, and stepping out.

She slammed against the building's wall, letting out a sharp cry of agony as she clutched her stomach, which had begun to bleed. "Oh, Allah!" she cried out in extreme pain, sliding down to the ground.

Baba walked in, leaning on his walking stick. Seeing her crying, he hurried over and asked, "What happened? Subhanallah, where is your husband?"

She could only shake her head while weeping in pain. He quickly stood up and went outside. He returned shortly after, accompanied by the woman they had met upon their arrival.

The woman hurried over, helped Yusrah up, and took her into a room. Baba followed them, asking, "How did you sustain this injury? Where did your husband go that he left you until things got this bad?! Rabi, go and fetch medicine from my room so I can apply it to her."

The woman dashed out quickly. Weeping, Yusrah said, "He is the one who pushed me down!"

"How so?"

"He was going home, and when I insisted we go together, he struck me to the side and I hit the wall."

"Glory be to Allah! I don't understand? Where did he go?"

Speaking with pain and anger, she replied, "To his family's place, while he left me in a land where I know no one—even though he was the one who brought me here."

"Well, he is your husband; no matter how long it takes, he will return to you. Calm your heart. When you recover, I will take you all the way back to your house, my daughter," he finished consolingly.

Rabi entered with water in a calabash and handed it over, sitting down beside Yusrah. Baba applied the medicine while pouring some onto her head.

She bit her lip, continuing to cry out of grief. Because of him, she had suffered an abdominal injury, yet he cared so little that he simply left her behind. If she were to die, it was apparently none of his concern.

Baba continued to comfort her until she finally quieted down and fell asleep.

BIG BROTHER'S POV

As he stepped out of the house, he headed toward the path that had brought him into town. Walking and glancing around, he finally reached the roadside. He stood for a long time before a car stopped for him. "Where are you heading?"

"Into town," replied the driver.

He got in, found a seat, and as the journey continued, the other passengers chatted while he listened.

The vehicle stopped at the station, and passengers began paying their fares. The driver extended his hand, saying, "Give me three thousand."

Azad patted his body, finding it completely empty. Remembering that he didn't even have a single coin, he looked up at the man and said with humility, "Please bear with me and drive me all the way to my destination. I will calculate how much it is and pay you in full."

Giving him a look of utter disbelief, the driver aggressively started, "Hey, by Allah, I am not someone to be played with. Move nicely or I will show you utter disrespect."

"Servant of Allah, I didn't say I wouldn't pay you. I am just asking for the favor of going to the house so I can give you your money." He spoke in a calm demeanor.

The driver quickly adjusted his sleeves, grabbed Azad by the collar of his shirt, and said, "Give me my money or I'll knock you unconscious right here."

Azad stared at the man's hand. Knowing he was in the wrong and that people had started stopping to watch, he said, "Let me go. Let's go so I can pay you."

Before the driver realized what was happening, Azad delivered a punch to his stomach. Instead of feeling pain, the driver was the one who hurt his hand. Instantly, he released Azad, staring at the spot where the punch landed. He saw something resembling a gun, and quickly jumped back, saying, "Go ahead, I waive the fare."

"No, let's go so I can pay you. By Allah, I will pay you every kobo, including change."

To himself, the driver thought, 'Am I a fool to follow you after seeing a gun on you? Who knows if you're an assassin or Boko Haram?' Aloud, he shook his head and hurried away from the spot, prompting everyone else to disperse.

Azad turned and started walking. He flagged down a tricycle (Keke Napep), told the driver where to take him, and climbed in, observing how much the town had changed since he last left.

They entered their neighborhood, and he noticed the new buildings that had sprung up. The tricycle stopped right in front of their gate. Azad closed his eyes, opened them slowly, and stepped down.

"Wait for me," he said, heading toward the gate and knocking. The gateman quickly came and opened it.

"Who are you looking for, Malam?" asked Baba the gateman.

Instead of answering, he said, "Give the machine rider five thousand."

Startled, the gateman blurted out, "My Lord! Is it you?!" His hands trembling, he pulled off the scarf Azad was using to cover his face, revealing his features. Baba the gateman immediately pulled him into a hug, saying, "Alhamdulillah! I always knew you would return, I swear I knew it! I knew you weren't dead; I felt it deep inside!"

Azad smiled and said, "Pay him, he's waiting! Let me go inside."

Baba the gateman quickly stopped him, saying in a frightened tone, "Once you enter, do not stop anywhere except Alhaji's room. Don't let these hypocrites know you have arrived; if they find out, they will kill everyone in the house."

"Who are they?"

"Let me pay him and I'll come right back." He hurried to where the motorcycle rider was parked and handed him five thousand. The rider accepted it, started his bike, and left. Baba the gateman returned, and just as he had uncovered Azad's face, he covered it back up, asking, "Where are Bashiru and the others?"

"Baba, they are arriving too!"

"Go in like this straight to Alhaji's room before you uncover your face."

"Alright." He nodded, taking in the sight of their home before stepping inside with a prayer on his lips. The security guards of the house rushed toward him, with one of the men in plainclothes demanding, "From where? Who are you here to see?"

Baba the gateman quickly intervened, "He is here to see Alhaji."

As they were about to speak, Taslim ran out from Aunt Zuli's section, crying. Azad quickly shoved past them and hurried after her.

Entering the family sitting room, he found Iftihal sitting with her legs crossed, chewing gum. He stopped dead in his tracks staring at her. Before he could speak, Mommy emerged from the side holding a mop dripping with water.

In a fierce voice that made the entire house echo, he shouted at Iftihal, "Hey!"

Taslim, who was about to enter a room, spun around in shock, staring at the source of the voice. Mommy raised her head quickly, fixing her eyes on him. Iftihal stood up, terrified.

He walked straight up to her, and before anyone could blink, slaps landed on her left and right. Taslim clapped her hand over her mouth, gasping, "Big Brother Azad!"

Mommy dropped her mop, exclaiming, "Azad!"

He pulled off the covering from his face. Iftihal stumbled backward, eyes wide with fear and panic. Her voice trembling, she stammered, "You aren't dead?"

"None of us are dead," Faisal announced as he walked in along with the others. Bash was sitting in a wheelchair pushed by Lukman, with Faruq right behind them.

Taslim rushed over to Bash, staring at his leg wrapped in bandages. Tears rolled down her face. She looked at Faisal—who looked distressed—and at Lukman, before bursting into a heartbreaking cry and embracing Azad.

With a look of disgust, Azad glared at Iftihal and said, "Go and tell your father and mother that we have returned. Before I reach them, they better prepare."

Iftihal bolted out of the section toward their own quarters.

Azad looked at Mommy, who stood frozen, and opened his arms wide. She ran into his embrace, bursting into tears as she cried, "You were alive all this time, yet you left us in hardship, suffering, and misery! Azad, where did you go and leave us?"

With eyes full of tears, he rubbed her back soothingly and said, "Mommy, we are back now, and we will never be far from you again."

Remembering Bash, Mommy quickly released Azad and turned to look at Bash sitting in the wheelchair. "What happened to you?"

A smile crossed Bash's face. "Just a dislocated bone, it was set but hasn't fully healed yet."

Faisal smiled at her, saying, "Mommy, where is our grandmother?"

"She has been bedridden ever since you left, and there is no money to take her for surgery," Mommy said with a burning heart.

"Where is the master of avoiding shame?"

"Hmm, come and see them."

They proceeded to the room where Dad was. Entering with greetings, they found Dad lying on a massive bed with his eyes closed.

Taslim went over and took his hand. A smile broke across his face as he opened his mouth and said, "Taslim."

"Yes, Dad."

"Who are you with? I felt like a lot of people just walked in."

"Dad, everyone is here; take their hands and you'll recognize them."

"Alright," he said, extending his hand. Faisal wheeled Bash forward, and Bash extended his hand, tears streaming from his eyes.

Dad gripped his hand, rubbing it, then grabbed the other hand and stroked it before letting go to say, "My child, this hand feels like Bashir's, but since you people died, I won't say it's his."

Taslim wiped her tears. "Dad, it is him."

Dad let out a hearty laugh. "My child, just because you know I can't see, you want to play tricks on me?"

"I swear, Dad, it's not a trick." She turned to Bash and said, "Speak so he can hear your voice!"

Crying, Bash said, "The master of avoiding shame!"

Dad's heart skipped a beat. He hastily pulled Bash's hand closer, calling out, "Bashir! Bashir!"

"Yes, Dad."

"Come closer so I can touch your face and feel if it's really you."

Bash moved closer, and Dad began feeling him from his head down to his chest, confirming it was indeed him. Then he asked, "Where are the others? Or did you return alone? Deep down, I always felt in my heart that you didn't die."

Faisal wiped the tears falling down his face, stepping forward to say, "Master of avoiding shame!"

Dad quickly released Bash and groped for Faisal's hand, his voice trembling. "You are alive too, Faisal?"

"Dad, none of us died. We are alive."

"Then where is your older brother?"

Azad quickly wiped the tears from his face, stepped forward, and hugged Dad. Dad let out a deep breath, calling his name, "My boy!"

"Yes, Dad."

Dad broke down in tears, hugging them tightly. They wept together until they were spent, with Lukman, Faruq, and Mommy comforting them.

Finally, Dad asked, "What about that Lukman of yours? Did they kill him?"

"No, he is right here with us! Lukman, step forward." Lukman stepped up and hugged him. Dad said, "They didn't kill you either? To think you were all alive yet left me in this condition!"

"Dad, necessity forced us to seek refuge. Now things have reached a breaking point, and we are back! We will fight with everything we have," Azad said, wiping Dad's tears.

Mommy cleared her throat. "Shall we go see Grandmother?"

"Yes." They stood up, and Azad took Dad's hand, guiding him until they entered Hajiya's room.

She was lying awake, tears streaming down her face. Faisal hurried toward her, saying, "Our grandmother!"

She looked at him with a faint smile, then closed her eyes, murmuring, "You all always appear to me as visions, just like now. May Allah have mercy on you and grant you rest, my children."

Dad spoke up, "They aren't visions, I swear it's really them."

Hajiya opened her eyes upon hearing Dad's voice, looking intently at them, her gaze settling on Bash in the wheelchair. She closed her eyes again, opened them, and saw them still there. She broke down in sobs, crying, "Please, if this is a vision, make it stop. I am almost joining you where you are."

Mommy walked over, propping her up and adjusting her pillows. "Hajiya, it's really them, not illusions."

"Oh, Mommy of Faisal, how can people who died return? Let's stop this joke; they are ghosts, not living humans."

Azad stepped forward, sat beside her, and said, "Even you don't believe I've returned, Grandmother?"

She tried to raise her hand but couldn't. He took her hand and lifted it to touch his face. "I swear it's really him," she sobbed.

Fresh tears flowed all around. No one needed comforting; they cried until they had no tears left. Azad's grief was twofold: he wept over how his parents had been disabled, and he wept out of longing for them.

They settled there, and Mommy asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Yes, by Allah, we are extremely hungry," Faisal said, rubbing his stomach.

Mommy looked at Taslim. "Go ask Na'ef's mother if they can give us something to cook."

"I swear, Mommy, she will curse me, and in the end, she'll have Na'ef or Anwar beat me up. Let's just all stay hungry," she finished as if about to cry. Dad's heart sank, and Grandmother said nothing.

Azad was silent for a moment, then asked, “I don't understand this at all. Who is going to beat up whom? Where is food supposed to be fetched from? Is there really no food in the house...?”

SAHIBA

Key Points

• The Return: Azad and his surviving brothers (along with Bash in a wheelchair, Faisal, and Lukman) stage a dramatic return to their family home, shocking everyone—especially the corrupt relatives who assumed they were dead.
• The Reunion: Emotional reunions take place with their blind father and bedridden grandmother, who initially believe the brothers are ghosts before realizing they have genuinely survived.
• Uncovering the Truth: The family discovers the extent of the abuse and neglect they suffered under the control of Uncle Bashir, Aunt Ni'ima, Anwar, and Iftihal—who cut off their funds, medical care, and food.
• Securing Assets: Azad and Lukman retrieve Dad's hidden documents, ATM cards, and raw gold from under his bed, reclaiming their financial power.
• The Tables Turn: Azad establishes his authority, confronts the household, and heads out with security personnel, signaling that retribution against the conspirators has begun.

About the Book

• Title: Auren Adashe (Book 2)
• Author: Fatima Isa Manu (Dr. Teema / Sahiba)
• Genre: Hausa Fiction / Drama / Romance & Betrayal
• Themes: Family betrayal, unconditional love, resilience, greed for wealth, sacrifice, and ultimate justice.

Hausa Impact Reviews

"Labari ne mai cike da tsari da nishadi, wanda yake nuna yadda son zuciya da kudi ke shiga tsakanin 'yanuwa." (It is a well-structured and engaging story that highlights how greed and the love of money can tear families apart.)

"Wannan littafi ya fito da gaskiyar halayyar rayuwa fili, tare da jaddada cewa zalunci ba ya dorewa." (This book brings real-life behaviors to light, emphasizing that tyranny and oppression never last forever.)

Conclusion

The triumphant return of Azad and his brothers marks a definitive turning point in Auren Adashe. What began as a tale of profound betrayal, cruelty, and suffering at the hands of greedy relatives has transformed into a story of reckoning. With their assets recovered, their parents reunited with them, and their confidence restored, the brothers stand ready to dismantle the tyranny that nearly destroyed their family.