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👩‍🦰 YAR BASAJA (The Chameleon/Impostor) 👩‍🦰

Story and writing by LEEMART Pinkyy 💞💞💞🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

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Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim

I pray to Allah, the same way He gave me the grace to start this short story safely, to give me the grace to finish it safely, and to give me the grace to utter what will benefit the society. 20/3/2020

Page 1–2

"Wallahi, Sadiya, you better advise yourselves! Right now, why don't you emulate your friend Firdausi, the daughter of Malam Habu? Wallahi, that girl's lifestyle always impresses me. She minds her business, she is well-behaved, has good manners, and listens to her elders. If you ever see that girl go out, she is heading to Islamiyya. But as for you lot, you have no business except wandering from one greeting to another, attending naming ceremonies, gossip, gossip, gossip!"

"Kai, Ummah, for God's sake, this scolding you keep giving us wallahi is getting out of hand! Wallahi, I will pack my bags and move to my brother Abubakar's house, and that will be the end of it. I have no freedom to do even the smallest thing; it is always constant shouting and nagging!"

Ummuh's mouth dropped wide open in utter shock as she stared at Sadiya. "Eiiee! Incredible! Sadiya, your neck has indeed become stiff! You are talking back to me like this, Sadiya? In my capacity as your mother, you roll your eyes and speak to me like this? It is fine, go ahead, let's see—this world will soon treat everyone with trousers and shirt!"

Ummah could not hold back the hot tears of sorrow beginning to stream down her face. Imagine giving birth to a child, yet she completely refuses to listen to you! "Oh Allah, look upon me with the eyes of mercy and guide this child for me."

As for Sadee, she didn't care at all. She was just busy chatting on her phone. Her friend Mufeedat gave the greeting of peace and walked in quickly. Sadeeey jumped up and hugged her friend, "Oyoyo! Oyoyo! My Mufee, when did you arrive in town? But wallahi you are very wicked; how could you return without calling or telling me? If you had called me the very day you arrived, I would have come with welcome gifts! But because of your stinginess, you refused to tell me, right?"

"Kai, my friend, wallahi it is not like that! I just arrived yesterday, wallahi. We arrived at night, and I was so anxious for morning to come so I could come and see you. I missed you over, wallahi, my friend!"

It was only at that moment that Mufeedat noticed Ummah sitting right there in the room. She lowered her head and said, "Ummah, good afternoon, how is the house? Wallahi, I didn't even notice you were here; this troublesome girl completely distracted me from seeing you."

Ummah smiled. "May Allah bless you, Mufeeda. You know your friend, and she knows you. So, how was the journey? I hope you found everyone in good health? And how is your Ummi?"

"She is doing very well; she even asked me to greet you." "Ah, I have received the greetings."

Sadeeey grabbed her hand and they went inside her room, sitting down on the mattress. Sadeeey started teasing Mufee: "Kai, my friend, wallahi that Kano air really favored you! Look at how chubby you've grown, and you look even prettier! Did you find us a husband over there? Because as for me, my Mufee, I am so anxious to get married and leave Ummah in this house so I can rest from all this daily stress and constant scolding. That is why wallahi I don't even add weight; I am always growing thin!"

Mufee tapped her mouth playfully. "Auuu! So up till now, Sadee, you haven't changed this habit of yours, eh? You will never change! Wallahi, fear your meeting with Allah; a mother is a mother, Sadee. Sit down and think deeply, and be calm. I have told you: this attitude of yours is completely wrong, wallahi."

"Oh, the King of Preaching! Did you return with your sermon bag? Well, keep your sermon; maybe it will be useful to you in the future! You see, Mufee, that is why I don't usually like sitting down to tell you my problems. That is why I prefer telling Zeee my problems, because she is the only one who can truly make me happy, wallahi."

"You are bound to say that since she is the one giving you evil advice! Well, let me tell you: that Zeee does not love you, wallahi, and her advice will lead you nowhere except to Hellfire! That is why you notice I don't usually keep close ties with her; I observed she is not a good person."

"Therefore, as for me, look at me leaving! I wasn't even supposed to come; I only came so we could greet each other. May Allah protect your steps! Wallahi, I won't even accompany you to the front door; go away with your sermons, and tell Ummi I greeted her—I am not less than her, you can go and tell her yourself!"

"Even without you saying it, I will go by myself and greet her." "Your business! As for me, I am leaving."

They met Ummah right where they had left her. Mufeeda went to bid her farewell. "Ah, Mufeeda, are you leaving already? Right after your arrival, without even drinking water?" "Ah, Ummah, it's nothing. Wallahi, I will come back, in sha Allah." "Alright then, tell your Ummi I send my greetings." "She will hear it, in sha Allah. Ummah, see you later." "Alright, greet everyone at home."

As I looked on, I caught sight of a fair, slim, tall young girl dressed in a long hijab that reached the floor, wearing a niqab so her face was completely concealed, and socks on her feet. She walked with humility and peace of mind toward a mosque connected to an Islamic school (Islamiya). As I walked past, I heard children chorusing: "Assalamu alaikum, Aunty Firdausi, good afternoon!"

A little girl not older than ten ran up: "Aunty, let me take your bag and carry it to class for you." "Ah, Maryama, thank you. Now hurry along to your class; isn't your teacher there?" "No, we just came out to drink water." "Alright, drink quickly and go inside, you hear?" "Yes, Aunty!"

Wherever she passed, children were showing her immense respect. As for me, LEEMART Pinkyy, I was right behind her, eager to gather and share the story of this young girl. Who is she?

I am waiting for your comment drop before I continue, because that is what will assure me that the book has gained acceptance.

It's me, Leemart Pinkyy 💞💞💞

Page 3–4

"She was sitting inside the classroom in a corner, her head bowed. Aside from studying, she did nothing else. Firdausi had no close friend at Islamiya; wherever she went, she sat by herself in one spot. That is why her classmates nicknamed her the 'Hypocrite Ustaziyya' (Fake Religious Scholar), because they constantly saw how the Islamiya teacher praised Firdausi's good character, which infuriated them."

As for Firdausi, she didn't care at all. Their insults did not bother her because whatever they said ultimately reached her ears, which only made her double down on her righteous behavior.

The teacher for Umdatul Ahkam walked in. Everyone greeted him, and he took a seat, saying, "I hope everyone mastered yesterday's lesson. Let us start from the first line; whoever starts reading and stammers must step out and stand in front of the board."

When it came to Firdausi's turn, even before he told her to stand, she rose to her feet. When she began reading, she did not stop until she reached the end of the verse.

Total annoyance gripped the rest of them; they felt like striking her, but they couldn't. As for Firdausi, upon reaching the end of the verse, she lifted her head and flashed them a mischievous smile.

Firdausi was no slouch when it came to academics. Allah had blessed her with a fair measure of knowledge, ranging from Arabic to Western education.

Firdausi's father is Malam Faruq, whom they call Malam Habu. She is the first child and only daughter that Allah blessed them with, followed by her two younger brothers, Faisal and—wait, they were only two children blessed to their parents. After Faisal, Allah did not grant them any more children. Their parents cared for them deeply, providing every proper upbringing that parents give to children. Malam Habu and Maimuna raised their children moderately, giving them both religious and Western education.

Malam Habu and Maimuna (whom they called Ummi) had a love marriage. Being a cousin marriage from within the extended family, everyone rejoiced over the union of Habu and Maimuna. Since Maimuna lost her parents at a very young age, she went to live with her father's younger sister (Innah), who raised her from childhood to adulthood. When a strong bond of love developed between her son Habu and Maimuna, Innah was filled with immense joy.

They didn't spend too long in courtship before getting married. After spending three years without children, they were beginning to lose hope. Suddenly, one Saturday, Maimuna woke up with a very high fever that alarmed Malam Habu. He rushed her to the hospital, and the initial tests confirmed that she was one month pregnant.

Malam Habu's joy knew no bounds upon hearing this good news from the doctor. He was extremely happy, bade the doctor farewell, and went home.

As soon as they returned home, he started calling relatives and friends to inform them that madam was one month pregnant. The entire extended family rejoiced and prayed for her safe delivery.

Malam Habu showed his wife exceptional care and attention. He took all heavy chores off her hands and even found her a housemaid because he did not want her to strain herself.

Life continued to flow smoothly; nothing is difficult for Allah. Today, Hajiya Maimuna gave birth to a baby girl, beautiful beyond compare, a child everyone would wish to have. The relatives rejoiced immensely. On the naming ceremony day, the baby was named after her paternal grandfather's sister, Hajiya Firdausi. Everyone was delighted with the name. The celebration was grand—people ate, drank, and rejoiced greatly before dispersing, leaving only the nursing mother and her housemaid, who took excellent care of them.

Time passed steadily. When Firdausi reached one year and seven months old, she was weaned. Allah had blessed the child with sharp intelligence from an early age; neighbors would come over to carry her because of her cleverness and how easily she won people's hearts.

Life continued smoothly for them until Firdausi reached the age of seven, when her younger brother Faisal was born. The extended family was overjoyed.

Summary and Description

Summary

The excerpt introduces two contrasting young girls living in the same community: Sadiya, a rebellious, disobedient teenager who dislikes her mother's discipline, neglects her studies, spends her time gossiping and attending parties, and keeps bad company (like Zeee); and Firdausi, a pious, disciplined, and academically brilliant young woman dressed in a long hijab and niqab who is beloved by teachers and children at the Islamic school.

The story also delves into the background of Firdausi's parents, Malam Habu (Faruq) and Maimuna (Ummi), highlighting their loving marriage, initial struggles with childlessness, and the joyous birth of Firdausi and her younger brother Faisal. Alongside this, tension brews as Sadiya clashes with her mother, Ummah, and dismisses the positive advice of her well-meaning friend Mufeedat.

Description

Written by LEEMART Pinkyy, Yar Basaja is a contemporary Hausa social-domestic fiction and moral drama. It explores themes of parental guidance, adolescent rebellion, piety versus bad peer pressure, family dynamics, and the stark contrasts in how different children turn out despite community influences.

Analytics

• Character Contrast & Foil: The author uses a classic dual-protagonist/foil setup. Firdausi represents virtue, modesty, academic excellence, and filial respect, whereas Sadiya represents teenage rebellion, disrespect, bad company, and moral laxity.
• Thematic Focus: The narrative heavily emphasizes Tarbiya (good upbringing/morals), Islamic education (Islamiya), parental respect versus peer pressure, and the consequences of choosing destructive friendships (exemplified by the warning against "Zeee").
• Narrative Style: The text combines first-person observational narration (with the author, LEEMART Pinkyy, stepping into the scene to observe Firdausi) and traditional third-person omniscient storytelling for family backstories.
• Cultural Context: Deeply rooted in Northern Nigerian/Hausa societal norms, showcasing traditional family structures, naming ceremonies, cousin marriages, respect for elders, and community schooling.

Comments and Conclusions

Comments

• The opening chapters effectively establish high stakes and clear moral binaries. Sadiya’s sharp tongue and frustration with her mother create immediate dramatic tension, making readers curious about how her character arc will unfold.
• Firdausi’s introduction through the eyes of the neighborhood children and the author adds an aura of grace and admiration, setting her up as a role model within the story.
• The flashback to Malam Habu and Maimuna's patience during childlessness adds emotional depth, reminding readers of the value parents place on their children.

Conclusions

• Yar Basaja starts as a compelling moral cautionary tale. It successfully contrasts the outcomes of proper parental guidance and discipline against the perils of uncontrolled teenage defiance.
• The story holds strong promise for readers who enjoy deep family drama, moral lessons, and character-driven Hausa literature.