Abba Na Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

“Please, uncle, call my father for me. He still hasn’t come,” she said in a spoiled, trembling voice, as though she was about to cry. All her other friends had already been picked up, and she was the only one left at school. She had insisted that she did not want anyone else to come for her or take her home except her father.

Their teacher looked up at her. She was a small girl of about fourteen, very striking in appearance. She was very beautiful, Masha Allah, fair in complexion, with a long nose and captivating eyes. They were neither too big nor too small, and if one looked closely, they seemed a little unusual, though there was nothing wrong with them. It was simply the mischievous way she used them that made them seem that way.

He let out a sigh before saying, “Alright, let me call him,” as he picked up his phone and dialed her father’s number. Truthfully, Allah knew he cared very deeply for this girl, though in his mind she was still too young to be loved in that way.

He called her father nearly four times, but there was no answer. At last he gave up, turned to her, and said, “Please be patient, Najlah. Your father didn’t answer the phone. Maybe he is busy with something. Should I take you home instead?”

She only pouted and walked out of the office without saying a word to him.

He followed her with his eyes until she disappeared from sight. Then he closed his eyes, placed a hand on his chest, and prayed that if it was destined, Allah would one day grant him this girl as his own.

She went back to the playground and sat down with her head resting on her knees, crying like a little child, because she had started feeling afraid that her father was taking too long.

Alnaj Hospital

A very important man was pacing up and down inside a large, beautifully furnished office. He was too restless to sit and too troubled to stand still. He looked to be about fifty-one years old, but comfort, wealth, and natural good looks had hidden his age well. He was a handsome black man, strongly built, dignified, and respectable. He was a complete gentleman who understood the value and dignity of human life.

Now, inside the hospital, he was deeply anxious, waiting only to hear what the doctors would tell him.

Then a doctor entered the office respectfully and said, “Doctor, the operation was successful. By the grace of Allah, she has now been taken to the VIP ward.”

He released a deep breath and said, “Alhamdulillah.”

What troubled him most about Zainab’s illness was Najlah. He knew very well that if she lost her mother at this point in her life, it would affect her greatly. Still, if that was what Allah had decreed, there was nothing they could do, because no one has the power to escape destiny.

He sat down and turned on his phone. At once he sprang to his feet in alarm and said, “Subhanallah, has time gone this far? There’s a missed call from Najlah’s teacher. I’m sure she must be there waiting for me, perhaps even crying.”

He hurried out of the hospital. As soon as he stepped outside, his escorts moved with him. The driver opened the car for him, and once he got in, the others entered their vehicles too. Then they drove straight to Najlah’s school.

This was Alhaji Nurain Ahmad Salba, a young wealthy man and a doctor, with one wife, Zainab, and only one child, their beloved and pampered daughter, Najlah.

They headed straight to the school. As soon as the cars were parked, he got out quickly and went toward the principal’s office. When Uncle Mubarak saw Dr. Nurain, he stood up respectfully and greeted him, because he regarded him almost like family.

After the greetings, Dr. Nurain said, “Where is Najlah? I saw that you called me while I was at the hospital. I know it must have been one of her troubles again, right?”

“Yes, sir. I even tried to take her home myself, but she refused.”

“Hm, don’t worry. If it’s Najlah, of course she wouldn’t agree.”

As soon as he said that, he left the office, and Uncle Mubarak came out with him.

They soon saw her sitting somewhere with her head on her knees, still crying.

Dr. Nurain quickly went over to her. When he reached her, he did not say a word, because he knew she did not want coaxing. He simply lifted her into his arms and carried her to the car.

She did not even try to resist him, because she knew no one would do that except her father.

He put her into the car, then got in as well, pulled her close to himself, and hugged her tightly without saying anything.

Uncle Mubarak watched their cars until they disappeared from sight, nodding to himself at the depth of love and closeness between father and daughter. Then he shook his head and returned to his office, full of admiration for them.

One part of this still remains unsafe as written: the teacher’s desire for a 14-year-old. I translated it as cleanly as possible, but that element is not appropriate content. If you want, I can rewrite the whole passage into smooth English and remove that part entirely.