Zarge Hausa Book Compelet

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ZARGE BOOK COMPELET 

BY ZAHRA ROYAL STAR 

Page 01

Sabon Titin Kwaɗo, Katsina State...

A young lady sat inside a spacious room that at first glance clearly belonged to girls. The room contained two beds, two dressing mirrors, and even two wardrobes. Despite the amount of clutter scattered around, the room did not lose its charm.

Slowly, she reached out and pulled toward her a pair of peach-colored cat-ear headphones, turning them on while chewing gum thoughtfully. She connected them to her phone, put them on her head, and adjusted her headscarf wrapper. Opening TikTok, she began recording a video, pouting like a battery-operated doll. She recorded and retook the video at least three times because none of them satisfied her. Just as she was about to raise her phone for a fourth recording, the door to the room swung open.

This made her lower her phone, respond to the greeting offered, and look at the person who had entered. It was a fair-skinned young woman who looked identical to her, but looking at them, you would know the one sitting in the room was the older sister, as signs of maturity were more visible on her. She wore the uniform of the Katsina State College of Health Science and Technology.

Her right hand held a teddy backpack. The way she leaned against the wall and slowly opened and closed her eyes let her younger sister know she was exhausted. She gave a small laugh and turned her attention back to her phone, while the other walked unsteadily into the room, collapsing flat onto the bed with a deep sigh of relief.

"Senior school girl! And who told you Borno is in the east?"

She spoke from across the room, continuing to browse her phone while chewing her gum. Exhausted, the other sister looked at her and replied, "Well, that's even because I was driven to and from school in a car... If not for that, I would have been ruined!"

"You never listen to anything you're told! Only now that you've started going do you see for yourself!"

"Humm! Just leave it! The 2-4 class was terrible!"

She said this as she forced herself up into a sitting position, removed her hijab, and took off her shoes.

"Amira! Amira!"

A voice began calling the name loudly from downstairs, causing Amira to answer quickly.

"Yes, Mummy!"

She put down her phone and stood up just as the other sister remarked, "I even forgot she said I should call you..."

Before she could finish her sentence, their bedroom door was flung open violently, making them quickly glance toward the door, even though they knew who would open it like that. Mummy fixed a look of fierce displeasure on them. Amira's heart skipped a beat, and she began scratching her neck in a guilty manner.

"How many times did I call you?" Mummy asked, frowning.

"It was just now that I..."

"Shut your mouth! From the moment you went to take a bath, I told you that when you finished, you should come and put on the dinner! Instead, when you came out from the bath, you sat down, put on makeup, and set up a camera in front of you to make videos and take pictures! Right?"

"Mummy, please! Have mercy!"

"Don't you dare fail to do what I said, and you'll see what I'll do to you!" Mummy finished, glaring at the other sister sitting on the bed removing her uniform.

"And you too, Zahra! When you finish resting, come out and help her! Because I am not going to sit here and watch the two of you without knowing how to do anything, only to be sent to a husband's house without knowing how to even boil hot water! So go take a bath and come downstairs to help her!"

The one called Zahra nodded, then sprawled back out on her bed, scratching her neck. Amira quickly changed her clothes, hurried downstairs, and entered the kitchen, afraid of angering Mummy further with this meal. If she failed to do it, the consequences in the afterlife would feel better by comparison. Zahra too realized she couldn't escape; tired as she was, she forced herself up and joined her sister Amira to cook together.

Nigerian Law School, Bwari, P.M.B 170, Garki, Abuja, Nigeria.

"Yabintu! Yabintu! Yabintu!"

Amidst the throngs of law students pouring out of the Trots Law lecture hall... a dark-skinned young youth began shouting the name repeatedly, stretching her neck to see if she could catch a glimpse of the Yabintu she kept calling.

"Yabintu! Khadija is calling you!"

Said a young woman dressed in a black mini skirt, a white shirt with a black suit jacket layered over it, a legal collar around her neck instead of a tie, holding a legal gown in one hand and a legal wig. She was looking at a fair-skinned young woman who wore matching long black trousers, a white shirt, and a suit jacket over her dress shirt. Like the other law students, she wore a legal collar around her neck, wrapped a white veil around her head, and placed a legal wig on top. Her right hand held her legal gown, while her left held a massive stack of books.

She was not very tall, but she possessed a striking, well-proportioned physique. She was fair-skinned—an exceptionally beautiful complexion—with a lovely face that commanded attention and admiration wherever she went. Calmly, she turned to look at Laura, who had spoken to her, before her light-colored eyes shifted past Laura. This allowed her to see Khadija rushing toward them.

"You forgot your bar table!" Khadija panted, handing over the bar table plaque. Yabintu offered a gentle smile and reached out to take it.

"You're a lifesaver! If you hadn't brought it, I probably wouldn't have realized it was missing until tomorrow! Thank you."

Khadija laughed, shaking her head. "It's nothing! Where are you guys heading?" she asked as the three of them fell into step together.

"I just want to go to the cafeteria!" Laura said.

"And I'm exhausted, I want to head back to the hostel," Yabintu replied.

"Well, why don't we go grab something to eat first, then head to the hostel? I know you're completely exhausted too! You probably won't be able to cook anything," Khadija suggested.

"No problem, let's go..."

Before Yabintu could finish, they heard the horn of a car—the kind only one person in the entire world was known to drive. Instantly, her eyes darted to the spot where she knew he usually parked. True to her expectation, his car was parked there. He pushed open the driver's side door, stepped out with one foot while keeping the other inside, and rested one hand on the steering wheel while looking at her through his dark sunglasses.

"There you go! I knew he wouldn't let you go off easily! So we're heading out, see you at the hostel," Khadija said, quickly pulling Laura away in a different direction.

Yabintu walked toward where his car was parked, a spreading smile on her face. Even before she reached him, he stepped out of the car, closed the door, and leaned against it, watching her approach.

"Good afternoon, Habibi!" she said in her sweet, soothing voice.

Umar shook his head, looking her over thoroughly. "Good afternoon, Hayati! How is the afternoon, how is the fatigue?"

"Everything is fine. In fact, we were just heading to the cafeteria to grab some food, then back to the hostel!"

"You shouldn't be going to the cafeteria when I'm here! So come on, let's go out and eat somewhere else!"

Surprised, Yabintu asked, "In these clothes?"

Umar, who was about to open his car door, paused and looked at her in equal astonishment.

"Yes! What's wrong with your clothes?"

"You should have let me go back to the hostel, change, take a shower, and put on something else!"

Umar closed the car door, speechless.

"Hayati, do you know how gorgeous these clothes look on you? By God, if you knew, you wouldn't even want to wear anything else! These were the exact clothes you were wearing when I first saw you and fell for you, so your outfit has zero flaws!"

Yabintu smiled, hiding her mouth behind the books in her hand.

"Hurry up and let's go before the sun roasts me alive here!"

She smiled again, walked around to the side he opened for her, and got in. He walked around to his side, started the car, and drove them out of the Law School.

This was Fatima Haruna Bakura, popularly known as Yabintu, a young woman who grew up with a childhood dream of becoming a lawyer. Her ambition stemmed from her father, Alhaji Haruna Bakura, a high court judge who was now retired. They were only two children born to their parents; she was the firstborn, followed by her younger brother, Khalid. Originally from Zamfara State, their family life remained anchored in Gusau.

Yabintu and Khalid were heavily pampered by their parents, especially since their father was deeply attentive to his family's desires. When Yabintu first expressed her dream of becoming a lawyer, he stood by her 100 percent to help her achieve it. He personally encouraged her, telling her it was a noble pursuit that would make him immensely proud.

From her upbringing through her university years and into Law School, she faced zero obstacles from her parents, and she was now on the verge of graduating from Law School. She had met Umar, her boyfriend of eight months, shortly after arriving at Law School. Their relationship had quickly blossomed to the point where their families had already entered into discussions, awaiting Yabintu's completion of Law School before holding their wedding.

Samaru Quarters, Gusau, Zamfara State, Nigeria.

Gwan! Gwan! Gwan!

For the third time, the door to a young lady's room was banged upon. She was lying face down on her bed, her head hanging off the edge of the mattress and her feet resting against the headboard. She was sleeping soundly, even snoring softly, completely oblivious to the heavy knocking on the door.

"Falak! Will you open this door?" an elderly woman demanded furiously, her anger suggesting she was on the verge of breaking the door down.

At that third knock, Falak moved her feet. She forced open eyes turned bloodshot red, though within less than a second, they slammed shut again as a heavy wave of drowsiness pulled her back under.

"Falak! By God, if you don't come and open this door, I will beat the life out of you!" the elderly woman yelled again, feeling ready to smash the door open, drag Falak out, and give her a thorough beating.

That final threat finally forced Falak to open her eyes properly. She sat up, yawning, and began scratching her neck, feeling as though she hadn't slept nearly enough. Dragging herself out of bed, she staggered toward the door. The substances she had consumed the previous night had not entirely worn off, and she knew she was in for trouble. She had warned Khamis that she couldn't handle four bottles, but he had forced her to finish them all despite her protests.

An intensely venomous glare was fixed on Falak as she finally opened the door, struggling to keep her eyes open before her mother, feeling like she might collapse at any moment.

"What kind of damned sleep is this when you know you have school today?" Hajiya demanded, looking her up and down.

Putting on a brave face, Falak forced her bloodshot eyes open toward Hajiya and mumbled, "Forgive me, Hajiya, I didn't realize how deeply I fell asleep!"

"Did you pray Subhi?" Hajiya shot back, studying her closely.

Falak, whose eyes were threatening to close completely again, forced them open and nodded mechanically, having no idea what question Hajiya had actually asked. Standing upright felt like a monumental task; if not for holding onto the doorframe, she would have hit the floor.

"Go take a bath, get dressed, come down, eat breakfast, and go to school! Bilkis left ages ago, unlike you who slept your life away!" Hajiya finished, casting a final glare at her.

Falak nodded again. "Yes, Hajiya!"

"You better break free from this worthless lifestyle early, because by God, if Faisal returns and finds you acting like this, you won't like what he'll do to you..."

Falak just kept nodding, barely registering the specifics of Hajiya's warning. Her sole focus was getting Hajiya away from the door so she could stumble into the bathroom, wash up, and clear her head. By the grace of God, as soon as Hajiya finished her tirade and walked away, Falak bolted the door, staggered toward the bathroom—falling down twice along the way—and managed to splash water over herself. It gave her a small burst of energy, though the hangover hadn't completely cleared.

Emerging from the bathroom, she performed her morning prayers—morning prayers indeed, since it was already around 10:00 AM, and she had completely missed actual dawn. Finishing up, she quickly dressed in a maroon abaya, skipped makeup, slipped on sneakers, spritzed on some light perfume, and grabbed her essentials before heading out.

When she descended to the ground-floor living room, Hajiya and Mama were seated together, chatting over some recently purchased fabrics. They watched her as she approached, dropping to her knees to greet them both.

"Good morning, Hajiya."

"Morning," Hajiya replied.

Falak turned to Mama, who smiled. "Good morning, Hajiya!"

"Morning, Falak! Hope you woke up well?" Mama asked cheerfully, treating Falak with even more warmth than she showed her own biological daughter, Bilkis.

Falak replied as she stood up, heading toward the exit. Hajiya called out, "Aren't you going to have breakfast before leaving?"

Falak paused slightly, looking back. "I'm running very late, I'll eat outside."

"You should at least stay and eat," Mama urged.

"No, Mama, don't worry, I'll eat over there... I'm leaving."

"Alright, safe journey, may God protect you and grant you success."

She answered with an "Amen" and stepped outside. Instead of taking one of the household cars parked in the yard, she stepped out to the street while answering a phone call.

"Baby! Baby! Babe! Did you wake up well?" Khamis's voice came through the phone.

"I woke up well, Baby! But today my secret almost got exposed! By God, I was sleeping like a corpse. Even now, the stuff hasn't fully worn off, I feel like I'm about to faint! Thank God Hajiya didn't notice."

She could hear Khamis's laughter on the other line. "Haba Babe! As if you aren't a sophisticated chic? How could you let Hajiya or anyone in your house notice anything?"

She shook her head as she waited by the roadside. "You don't understand! Where are you right now?"

"I'm right by the street, I can actually see you."

Quickly, she spotted a Honda Accord—the car she knew belonged to him. Without another word, she hung up, walked over to the car, opened the door, and got in.

"When did you arrive?" she asked, looking at the man to whom she had surrendered the reins of her life—the man whose love had turned her toward alien habits and altered her entire worldview.

"I've been here a little while, I knew you'd come out," Khamis replied.

"Where are we heading now?"

"Let's go catch some fun!"

"Woohoo! Babe, it's like you read my mind, I didn't want to go to school today anyway! Let's go!" she exclaimed happily. Khamis laughed, started the engine, and drove them away from the neighborhood toward their usual hideout near the airport field.

Alhaji Ali Makama was a native of Zurmi in Zamfara State, a wealthy millionaire who passed away fifteen years ago. He left behind two wives: Hajiya Aisha (referred to as Hajiya) and Hajiya Laraba (referred to as Mama). Hajiya Aisha had two children with him: Faisal, the firstborn of her children and overall firstborn of Alhaji Ali Makama, who currently held the rank of Major in the Nigerian Army, stationed at Ikorodu Barracks in Lagos (though expected to return to Gusau soon); and Falak, the lastborn of Hajiya's children. Bilkis was the ultimate lastborn of the entire household and Mama's only child.

Because the two wives shared a deep understanding and got along peacefully after their husband's death, they chose not to leave the house. Instead, they practiced patience and raised their children together. On the surface, Hajiya and Mama lived like sisters rather than co-wives, though deep down, hidden plots were not entirely absent.

Following Alhaji Ali Makama's death, Faisal stepped into a patriarchal role for Falak and Bilkis. There was a significant age gap between him and his younger siblings, and Faisal had always possessed an uncompromising, rigid personality. Joining the military only amplified his stern traits.

Despite his severity, however, he remained utterly oblivious to his younger siblings' misconducts. Even Hajiya had no idea that Falak engaged in substance abuse and sometimes spent nights away from home without permission. Her moral descent had truly accelerated when she met a toxic young man named Khamis.

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Page 03

(Excerpt from "ZARGE", by Zahra Royal Star & Salma Ahmad Isah)

Channels Television Station, Abazie Ifeanyi Close, Guzape, Abuja.

A black car crossed the station's main gate and drove straight to the parking lot. As soon as it parked, the door was promptly opened. Without wasting time, a tall, imposing, dignified, and charismatic dark-skinned man stepped out, adjusting the Zanna Bukar cap on his head. He wore a plain milk-colored yadi outfit with no embroidery on the shirt.

Slowly, he reached with his left hand to open the back door of the car, bent down to retrieve a bag and some stray items, stood up, and shut the door. True to form, he strode energetically toward the station entrance.

Everywhere he passed, people greeted him or waved—not merely because he was a leader or superior, but because his gentlemanly conduct and exceptional interpersonal skills made him deeply popular. As he climbed the stairs leading to his office upstairs, someone called out to him.

"Bilal!"

He paused and turned slowly. Seeing his friend Aliyu approaching with a smile, he waited until Aliyu reached him and offered his hand for a handshake.

"Where on earth have you been for about a week?"

Without answering immediately, Bilal turned and resumed walking, with Aliyu trailing closely behind him.

"I knew whatever was going on with those girls' case was the reason you went off the radar!"

Bilal glanced at him and smiled faintly. Aliyu pressed further, demanding to know the reason for his absence over the past few days, knowing full well that Bilal was notoriously tight-lipped. He never showed his hand prematurely, possessing a deep reserve and uncanny cleverness. That was why no unverified news ever made it onto their TV station through Bilal; he took immense, sometimes dangerous risks to personally verify facts before publication.

"Why don't you tell me what you're hiding?" Aliyu asked as Bilal opened his office door and stepped inside. Bilal placed his items on the table without answering, pulled out a chair, sat down, opened a bag, extracted a flash drive, and tossed it to Aliyu, who caught it and began examining it.

"There are your answers!" Bilal said simply, before opening his laptop and beginning to work.

"I don't get it," Aliyu said, pulling up a chair to sit down. Bilal lifted his eyes to look at him.

"The answers to your questions about my week-long absence! They're all in there... Just as we theorized from the beginning, this GKL syndicate recruits young girls under the false pretense of securing jobs for them abroad, only to divert them into human trafficking, selling them to countries other than the ones promised!"

With the kind of shock Bilal always triggered when unearthing deeply concealed truths, Aliyu stared back at the flash drive.

"You mean you spent the entire week in Lagos?"

"Yes, I was in Lagos! And I didn't return until I had absolute proof of what the syndicate leaders are doing! One..."

Summary

The narrative alternates between two main storylines in northern Nigeria. In Katsina, teenage sisters Amira and Zahra navigate everyday life, household chores, and modern distractions like TikTok, supervised by their strict mother, Mummy, and surrounded by family dynamics. Meanwhile, in Sokoto and Abuja, two contrasting trajectories unfold: Yabintu (Fatima), an ambitious law student in Bwari, Abuja, who is deeply in love with her devoted fiancé Umar while staying focused on her legal career nurtured by her retired judge father; and Falak, a wealthy young woman in Gusau, Zamfara State, whose life spirals into dangerous substance abuse and toxic rebellion fueled by a bad crowd (headed by a corrupt boyfriend named Khamis) while her strict family remains blind to her actions—unaware of how severe the consequences will be when her military officer brother, Major Faisal, returns. Interwoven with this is the professional investigative work of Bilal, an elite journalist at Channels TV in Abuja, who is cracking open a dangerous human trafficking syndicate.

Description

The excerpt establishes a multi-perspective contemporary Nigerian drama that explores generational friction, academic pressure, romance, family secrets, and investigative journalism. It contrasts the disciplined, career-driven aspirations of disciplined students like Yabintu with the self-destructive rebellion of privileged youth like Falak, while grounding the narrative in authentic northern Nigerian cultural settings (Katsina, Gusau, Abuja, and Lagos).

Analytics

• Character Dichotomy: The story relies heavily on foils. Yabintu represents diligence, ambition, and moral alignment, whereas Falak represents escapism, addiction, and misplaced rebellion. Similarly, structured family environments (Yabintu's supportive father, Amira's strict mother) contrast with Falak's unsupervised downward spiral.
• Thematic Exploration of Class and Privilege: Wealth and social standing manifest in different ways—some characters leverage education and moral grounding to rise (Yabintu, Bilal), while others use wealth to fund reckless escapism or criminal exploitation (Khamis, the GKL human trafficking syndicate).
• Narrative Structure: The multi-location setup (Katsina, Gusau, Abuja, Lagos) builds a vast canvas, introducing distinct subplots that are bound to intersect as the plot progresses, particularly through figures like Major Faisal and investigative journalist Bilal.

Comments

The writing style blends vivid cultural details with fast-paced contemporary Nigerian youth culture—seamlessly incorporating elements of law school life, social media habits, and urban nightlife. The characterizations feel grounded, and the introduction of investigative journalism via Bilal adds an intriguing thriller element that elevates the story beyond a standard domestic drama.

Conclusions

This opening segment successfully lays the groundwork for a rich, multi-layered contemporary drama. It establishes clear stakes for each protagonist: Yabintu's promising future and romance, Falak's ticking-time-bomb secret life awaiting her military brother's wrath, and Bilal's high-stakes journalism exposing dangerous criminals.

Keywords

Nigerian fiction, Hausa contemporary romance, law school, human trafficking syndicate, investigative journalism, family dynamics, substance abuse, social media culture, Katsina, Gusau, Abuja, Lagos.