DUNIYATA Complete Hausa Novel Document by DUNIYATA

Moooom... please, Mom, I know you’re very sick, Mom... if you go, who will take care of Dad? If you go, Mom, who will look after Dad?"* The voice of the boy, who couldn’t have been more than thirteen years old, came out cold and deeply wounded—even if you weren’t told... even if you didn’t see his tear-streaked face... even if you didn’t see his trembling hands, which were supporting the frail figure sitting between his legs—you would still understand that he was drowning in overwhelming grief and paralyzing fear.  

His eyes were fixed on her lips, desperately hoping to hear the exact words *"I’ll stay"* from her mouth. But there was not a single sign—nothing at all—in her weak, fading expression that suggested she could hold on. Instead, she adjusted the scarf on her head again, tucking the remaining bits of her belongings that had no place left into the black bag in front of her.  

*"Please, Mariya... not for me... not even for these children, just be patient... stay and hold them. For me, it’s easy—I’m sure it’s only a matter of days before it’s over. But they... they are the real test..."* The man, ravaged by illness, poverty, and the pressures of life, had left no part of his body untouched. He spoke weakly, his breath coming out as if each gasp was being wrested from the depths of his chest.  

The boy’s gaze shifted from the face of the man he called *FATHER* back to his own crumbling heart, consumed by a pity so profound that if you removed *HER*, it would collapse entirely. His heartbeat pounded violently, torn between unbearable sorrow and a different kind of pity—as if his heart would split in two. He waited, longing to hear even a few words from his father’s lips—words that, for nearly ten days now, had been nothing but silence. He had spent many sleepless nights straining to catch anything from his mouth... and today, it finally opened. But it opened only to unleash the crushing disaster and terror that was about to upend their lives—not to offer the comforting words they had once shared, the kind words that had long since abandoned them.