AJIYA A DUHU BOOK 1 Complete Hausa Novel Document by AJIYA A DUHU BOOK 1

He spoke with deep worry as he moved closer to sit beside her. She only stared at him, and any attempt to smile or ease her distress failed completely. Even the slight moisture gathering in her eyes was noticeable. Truly, Babban Yaya became even more unsettled.  

Her hand reached out, shaking his head. "See, calm yourself—it's nothing serious."  

"Come on, Oum, how can you say that? Look at how clearly the worry is written on your face. For God’s sake, even if it’s just Auta’s pain, stop distressing yourself—everything will pass as if it never happened, God willing. Right now, he’s even sleeping, and they’ve removed his IV since it was almost done. His body shows no pain, and seeing how he’s resting, thank God, there’s no worry like yesterday or today. Now, I came about Maanal—will she sleep there tonight since her body is still recovering?"  

Oum’s frustration became even more evident on her face. She said, "About that—Abanku has upset me greatly, Fadeel. He said I can’t go back there now, not until after prayer, when he teaches Ajwaad some sense. What sense does that boy even need to learn after what he’s already been through? Forget the past years of hardship and pain—just these past few days, look at the state he’s in now. Everyone has their own struggles and destiny, but Abanku refuses to understand that. He doesn’t realize Ajwaad has deep emotions. The importance Maanal holds for him—I never thought he’d have to say it out loud for it to be acknowledged. Does he want me to lose my child because of his stubbornness?" Her voice trembled as if she were about to burst into tears.  

Extremely agitated, Babban Yaya began shaking his own head, his eyes darting nervously. "For God’s sake, Oum, calm yourself. I’ll go talk to him now. Or you can call Baba or Abba and discuss it with them—"  

"Because I’m not enough in my own house? Or is it because I’m not the mother?"  

Startled, Babban Yaya and Oum turned quickly to look at him. Abah stepped into the room, his expression filled with deep resentment as he continued, "Because you need to play the role of my mother and call my parents to mediate for me? Truly, Fadeel, hello—no, I mean, hello to you too!"  

"Be patient, Abah, that’s not what I meant. But Oum—"  

"Teacher, get up and leave. We’ll talk in the morning."  

Abah cut him off sharply, his displeasure evident. Babban Yaya glanced at Oum, his eyes flickering nervously again, and she subtly signaled for him to leave. So he simply stood and headed for the door.  

As Abah’s gaze followed him, he shook his head inwardly, thinking (They act as if their mother is dead—as if they don’t care at all). Clearly frustrated, he turned his attention back to Oum, who had withdrawn to the side of the room as if she didn’t even notice his presence. Just as she was about to reach out, he already knew what she would do, so he commanded firmly, "Sit back down."  

She sat back down. Before she could lift her eyes—which flickered nervously for the first time—to look at him, he started fidgeting with his face, even giving her a sharp look that made her quickly lower her gaze. Then he said, "Oh, so now, because I made a decision that was best for your child, you got angry with me, called your elder son, and informed him to hold a family meeting about me, all because I’m not enough to handle things my way?"  

Oum’s eyes slightly reddened before she opened them to look at him. Her lips parted as if to speak, but then she broke down because of the tears filling her eyes. Seeing her like this, he knew she was about to break his heart, and this time, he resolved to be firm—perhaps a little fear would make her realize. He would discipline Ajwaad again, make him understand Maanal’s importance. He would not allow their marriage to collapse, nor would he let her slip away from him.  

Just as he was about to leave the room, Oum finally released the tears she had been holding back, her voice cracking as she cried, "Do you all want to kill me before your hearts are at ease, Gadanga? Now the training your brother is giving him—will it ever be enough to make up for what he’s suffered?"  

Abah’s faint smile, which had lingered since she began speaking, slowly faded. His expression hardened before he turned to look at her from where he stood. "Rafeeq did not train your son. The struggle for justice was ours, and he sacrificed because of his hardened heart—and because he knew he could. That’s why I stopped him."  

He finished speaking while turning away to leave. A choking sensation tightened Oum’s throat, and her heart ached at the thought of Maanal’s section—Ajwaad returning to suffering, while they remained helpless.