Amrah Macijiya Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel
Amrah Macijiya Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel is a mysterious Hausa horror story filled with fear, secrets, supernatural events, village suspicion, and the strange life of Amrah, the girl people believe may not be fully human. This English translation presents the story in a clean and readable WordPress HTML format for Hausa novel lovers.
Amrah Macijiya Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel English Translation
When Harira reached the entrance of the compound, she met Gwaggo coming in. The way Gwaggo saw Harira looking confused and frightened made her own heart become troubled too.
She asked, “What is it, Harira? Has something happened to Amrah?”
Harira opened her mouth, ready to tell Gwaggo the truth that Amrah was a snake woman. But then her eyes met Amrah’s eyes. Amrah gave her a strange and terrifying look.
Immediately, Harira rushed out of the house, almost stumbling as she ran.
Gwaggo turned around, intending to speak to Amrah, but to her surprise, Amrah was no longer there.
Fear gripped her.
She said, “This girl is like a spirit. Hmm, honestly, there is something strange. Could what people are saying in this village be true?”
She became deeply worried.
“What if it is true that Amrah is a snake woman? Innalillahi wa inna ilaihir raji’un.”
She remembered what the village head had told her.
“Asabe, the people of this village have started suspecting that your granddaughter is not human. The way she walks alone is enough for any sensible person to know that it is the movement of snakes. And in this entire village, no one has ever seen her face except Harira, Harira’s mother Inna, and you. That is why I want you to keep an eye on her. We will also watch her. If our suspicion becomes true, then we will kill her, because there is no doubt that she is the one killing our people.”
Whenever Gwaggo remembered those words, her mind became troubled.
“So if it turns out that she is truly a snake woman, they will kill her? No, I will never allow that to happen.”
Kano State
I saw a huge house, the most beautiful house on the entire street. When I entered, I saw some women in the compound.
One young woman stood there. She could not have been more than twenty-five years old. She wore a top and trousers that showed her figure clearly. She was fair, though not extremely fair.
There was also another woman who looked about forty-eight years old. She resembled the younger woman, except that her skin was lighter.
There was also a young man who could not have been more than twenty-seven years old. He had the kind of dark beauty that made him attractive.
The gate opened, and a beautiful black Benz drove in. It went toward the parking space, and the driver quickly got out, walked around, and opened the back door.
Five minutes passed before the passenger brought out his right foot. Another five minutes passed before he brought out his left foot.
Then he stepped out, looking around the house.
Subhanallah. This man looked like an Arab, or perhaps a Shuwa Arab, because there was nothing about him that resembled a Hausa man. Even among Arabs, it would be difficult to find someone as handsome as him.
He was very fair, tall, and broad-chested. His body was well built and attractive. He was a young man of about thirty-three years.
He walked closer to them and only said, “Hajiya, good evening.”
Then he entered the house.
She followed him with a look full of hatred. If someone had given her a knife and told her to kill anyone she wanted, he would have been the first person she would kill.
The driver carried his luggage and headed toward the sitting room. Hajiya shouted at him.
“Drop it there!”
The driver quickly dropped the luggage and turned away.
Hajiya looked at Najeeb and said, “Take his luggage to his section and tell him that when he finishes bathing, he should come and eat.”
With an angry face, Najeeb dragged the luggage and headed toward his brother’s section.
“And you, Suhaima, let us go,” Hajiya said.
Suhaima walked ahead, pushing out her lips in displeasure.
They entered the sitting room. It was stunning and beautifully decorated. The sitting room was far more beautiful than ordinary luxury homes. It looked like something from a Bollywood drama, full of elegance and class.
Hatred Inside the Mansion
In Jalaluddeen’s section, Najeeb dropped the luggage and immediately left. He did not even greet him.
Hajiya sat at the large dining table, her heart full of resentment. Beside her sat Suhaima, pressing her phone. Najeeb later came and sat close to Hajiya.
Not long after, the Arab-looking man came out, dressed in simple clothes. His face was hard and serious as he headed toward the exit.
Hajiya Sarah quickly said, “Jalaluddeen, you have not eaten.”
He did not even turn back. He simply walked out.
Hajiya Sarah felt as if she should scream because of frustration.
Najeeb said, “Mommy, I told you to leave it to me. I can kill him myself. There is no need to poison his food. Just allow me to send boys to block him on the road and send him to the grave.”
Suhaima quickly said, “Please, Aunty Sarah, do not kill my Jalal. You know how much I love him. You are my witness, and you know that because of him, I packed my things and returned to this house.”
Najeeb snapped at her, “Will you shut your mouth? Someone who does not even consider you worthy of his gaze, and you cannot even attract his attention. How then can we use you to achieve our goal?”
He hissed loudly, stood up from the dining table, and went to his room.
Suhaima also stood up and went to her room, leaving Najeeb alone there.
Tigadam Village
As for Amrah, she moved like the wind and blocked Harira on the road.
Harira was about to run when Amrah said, “If you dare take one more step, I will kill you.”
Harira froze where she stood as if she had been planted there.
Amrah moved closer to her and said, “Why do you want to expose my secret? Why do you want to tell Gwaggo that I am a snake woman? Listen carefully. By Allah, by Allah, by Allah, Harira, if you dare tell Gwaggo or anyone else that I am a snake woman, then you already know what will happen.”
Harira began shaking her head as tears rolled down her face.
She said, “Amrah, I will not just stand and watch you continue killing our people.”
She joined her hands together in pleading and said, “Please, Amrah, stop killing our people. I beg you.”
Amrah hissed and said, “By Allah, Harira, anyone who enters my farm will be killed. So stop warning me.”
Amrah Macijiya
By Rabeauty
Page 3
Amrah dipped her hand into the stream, fetched water, and splashed it on Harira.
Harira woke up in shock, moving backward and shaking her head while tears fell from her face. In a trembling voice, she began to speak.
“Ple… please, Amrah, spare my life. Do not kill me.”
Amrah smiled and said, “Hmm, Harira. If I had intended to kill you, I would have killed you the very first day you saw my eyes. But I cannot do that because I see you like my own sister. That is why I cannot kill you.”
Harira released a deep breath and asked, “So all the killings happening in this village are your doing? And you are the one who killed Malam Abu?”
Amrah replied, “Yes, I am the one. And anyone you see that I killed entered my farm. I do not forgive, and I do not forget. What happened must remain a secret between us because even Gwaggo does not know that I am a snake woman.”
Harira said, “Insha Allah, no one will hear it. But what will we do about those you killed?”
Amrah replied, “We will leave them here.”
Harira’s eyes widened.
“Here, Amrah?” she asked in disbelief.
Amrah said, “Yes. Get up. Let us go.”
Harira wanted to say more, but Amrah shouted at her and fixed her green eyes on her. Immediately, Harira swallowed whatever she wanted to say.
They headed into the village. Amrah entered their house, and Harira also went home.
The Village Calls for Maccido
The next morning, around four o’clock, people began gathering at the village head’s palace. They were waiting for Maccido, the snake handler, to arrive because the problem had become too serious.
As for Amrah, she had already left the house while Gwaggo was in the bathroom. Gwaggo did not even know when she went out.
Amrah headed toward the entrance of the village and climbed a tree. She sat there waiting for the arrival of Maccido, the snake handler.
After a while, she saw him approaching on his camel. He carried a large bag that clearly contained charms and medicines.
She smiled wickedly, jumped down from the tree, and stood by the roadside.
From afar, he saw her. She was dressed completely in green, and even the veil on her head was green.
When he reached her, he came down from his camel and walked toward her.
He said, “Girl, what are you doing here instead of being at the village head’s palace?”
She removed the veil from her head.
As soon as Maccido saw her eyes, he knew she was a snake woman. He quickly turned to collect his tools, but before he could do so, she had already transformed into a huge snake.
She moved to strike him, but he suddenly disappeared.
Before she could turn, she felt a sword cut into her. Before she could react, he disappeared again.
At once, her anger became stronger. Her body began to grow larger until she almost filled the forest. Her eyes became greener, and the pupils of her eyes began releasing a strange light.
Through that light, she saw him behind her, preparing to strike again. In anger, she turned and struck him on the neck.
He fell dead on the spot.
Even after that, she did not leave him immediately. She continued attacking him because no one had ever defeated her before except him.
Then she transformed back into a human. She placed her right hand on the place where he had cut her, wiped it, and the wound returned to normal as if nothing had touched her.
Fear at the Village Head’s Palace
At the village head’s palace, everyone had arrived. They were only waiting for Maccido. When it passed 5:20 and he still had not arrived, the village head sent three of his guards to go and check whether everything was fine.
When they arrived, they found his dead body by the roadside.
They ran back in fear. When they reached the palace, they told the village head what they had seen.
Indeed, this was the kind of terror no one expected to face. Everyone became frightened.
When Harira heard the news, she became deeply disturbed and rushed away from the gathering. She headed straight to Amrah’s house.
When she arrived, she asked directly, “Amrah, why did you kill Maccido?”
Amrah gave her a wicked look and said, “Because he entered my farm.”
Harira said, “Come on, Amrah. What do you want to become? Does killing people not frighten you? Amrah, fear Allah.”
Everything Harira was saying was only forced courage, because deep inside, she was terrified of Amrah.
Amrah’s anger began to rise. Even her skin started peeling and changing into that of a snake.
When Harira saw this, she ran out quickly because she knew that if she stayed, the matter would not end well for her.
About Amrah Macijiya Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel
Amrah Macijiya Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel introduces a mysterious girl whose secret threatens an entire village. With suspicion growing around her and the village head searching for answers, Amrah’s identity becomes more dangerous with every passing moment.
This part of Amrah Macijiya Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel combines supernatural horror, village mystery, family fear, hidden secrets, and emotional suspense that keeps readers eager to know what will happen next.