Noor Alhayat Complete Hausa Novel Document by Noor Alhayat

The voice of the elderly woman, who couldn’t be less than fifty years old, filled the room. With trembling concern, she shook the young man—twenty-eight years old—lying motionless on the bare mattress in the room.  

"Are you okay, son? Open your eyes… Aliyuuuu, open your eyes! What’s your problem…?" She muttered, "This must be some kind of dream. Me, Fatima…?"

Suddenly, his eyes flew open in alarm. He jolted upright, scanning the room in panic, his chest heaving. After a moment, his gaze landed on his mother, who was staring at him, equally speechless. He shut his eyes and exhaled coldly.  

Motherrr

She grabbed his hand firmly, her face etched with worry. "What’s your problem, Aliyu? Tell me what’s wrong—are you sick?"

He opened his eyes, looking at her with a subdued voice. "Just pray for me, mum… I don’t know. I just can’t find peace. Maybe…" He fell silent as tears pooled in his eyes.  

"I’m your mother, Aliyu. You can tell me anything—anything at all in this world. Tell me where you’ve gone wrong. What have you done? Speak to me, Aliyu."  

He wiped his forehead and slowly rested his head on her shoulder. "Just pray for me, that’s all I ask, mum."  

She pulled back slightly. "So you won’t tell me anything?"  

Silence. He stared at her with wide eyes before shutting them again and reopening them calmly. "I’ll keep praying, mum. It’s not even worth mentioning… Just pray for me."  

She straightened up and headed for the door. He followed her with his eyes, and just before she stepped out, he whispered, "Your prayers, please, mum…"

Without responding, she left. He glanced at the clock—2 AM—then stretched and walked coldly into the bathroom.