Basan Raina Bace Complete Hausa Novel

Mother was in the kitchen, trying to start a fire with firewood, but alas, the wood was only smoking because it was the rainy season and dry firewood was scarce. Meenal emerged from their room with Khadija, both wearing long hijabs that reached the ground, with bags slung over their shoulders, clearly heading to Islamic school. Mother looked up at them.

"Have you finished getting ready and come out?"

Khadija replied, "Yes, Mama, we're leaving so we don't get late."

Mother came out of the kitchen and stood before Meenal, looking intently at her. Meenal lowered her head, her eyes beginning to well up with tears. Mother said, "Be patient, my children, God is with us, Insha Allah, He will help us. Meenal, God made Anas not your husband. And Yusuf, who broke off your engagement before, all by God's will, it wasn't your time to get married. When the time comes, you will see God bring you your husband. Be patient, strengthen your heart, and forget Anas, forget everything that happened. May God bless you."

Meenal looked up, her eyes shedding tears, and said in a tearful voice, "Mama, it's nothing. I accept fate, good and bad, because God tests the faith of His servants by burdening them with trials. I accept all fate, but Mama, why do they blame Fatima? She was the one who was wronged, who was raped. Mama was very sick afterwards and later became pregnant, which led to her death. Why do people blame her? Is it because our sister had a child out of wedlock? She died while pregnant, Mama. I am jealous of my sister. I feel the sting of the slander they throw at her because she was not at fault. She was raped. I swear she died pregnant, which she conceived as a result of the rape. She died from the stomach pain caused by the rape."

Tears overwhelmed Meenal, and she cried with deep sorrow.

Khadija, who was also crying, said, "It's nothing. God is our witness. Our sister died a righteous death, and whoever slandered her, saying she died from an illegitimate pregnancy, God will deal with them. And the two broken engagements of Aunty Meenal, may God make it good for us."

Meenal wiped her tears and forced a smile, saying, "Mama, don't worry about me, truly, everything is in the past. Insha Allah, I will remove Anas from my heart. I will find patience for my heart. Mama, we're leaving so we don't get late."

"Return safely. May God protect you until you return."

They left the house, each lost in their own thoughts. As they neared the main road, Meenal saw Anas sitting alone at the entrance of his house. She turned her head away, feeling a strange sensation in her heart. As soon as he saw her, he quickly stood up and walked towards them.

"Meenal, please stop, I need to talk to you, please?"

She looked at him, her eyes filling with tears. She quickly turned her head away, feeling a sob welling up inside her.

"Anas, there is no more talk between us now. There is only one thing I want you to know. Tell your parents that my sister Fatima did not die from an illegitimate pregnancy. God took her. Anas, you are wrong. Fatima was not promiscuous. And when what happened to her, you and I were the ones who took her from where it happened to the hospital. Anas, you know everything, and you know the hardship Fatima endured." I wish you well. May God bring everyone their good fortune. Goodbye."

She turned and left, crying, until they boarded a Keke Napep. Anas stood there, his eyes red and swollen because he loved Meenal. It was his parents who refused because of the news they heard in town that their sister died from an illegitimate pregnancy, which was why his parents refused.

They were traveling in the Keke, but Meenal's mind was elsewhere. She was deep in thought until they reached the entrance of the school. The Keke stopped, and Meenal slowly came to her senses. She got out of the Keke, and Khadija paid the driver, and he left.

Just as their car was passing by, she saw them standing, about to cross the road. She quickly said, "Stop the car, driver."

Without hesitation, the driver slammed on the brakes, obeying the command of his madam. She rolled down the car window and stared at Meenal and Khadija. She watched them until they crossed the road and entered the Islamic school, then she let out a sigh and said, "Let's go, driver, quickly, let's go home."

He sped up the car, and they drove off, while Meenal and Khadija went into class and began their lessons.

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*BASAN*

*RAINA BACE*

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Their car stopped at a very large, magnificent house. It was painted white and was attractive, with green flowers surrounding the compound. Inside, red flowers surrounded the entire courtyard, adding to its beauty and design. The driver honked, and the security guard came out and quickly opened the gate for them.

Their car slowly entered the compound and proceeded directly to the parking space. He parked the car, got out quickly, and opened the car door for her. She took her bag, smiling, and said to the driver, "Thank you, Abakar."

She went inside. The entrance to the living room was all glass. Hajiya gently pushed the glass door and entered the living room, greeting them.

Kausar was sitting on the plush cushions of a sofa that resembled a bed. She and her grandmother were watching TV. Hearing Hajiya's greeting, Kausar, the youngest, jumped up and ran to her mommy. As she reached her, she hugged her mommy.

"Momy, you're back! We've been watching TV because there are only five minutes left before the interview with Yaya Basam, so we've been waiting for you."

Momy petted her youngest daughter and took her hand towards the living room.

"Welcome home, Ummu. I know you've been eager to see your grandchild. I'll tell him you miss him since he left the city."

The old woman smiled and said, "Basam is my own. I have to miss him, especially when he visits me. We play, and he teases me."

They all laughed. Just then, the time was up, and they started showing it on TV.

"So, people, assalamu alaikum, and welcome back. Without wasting time, we will present our famous guest, who is renowned for his expertise in horse racing, polo. Without further ado, we will hear from our guest of honor, who has many fans, male and female. I know that at this moment, every fan of Basam B Salees is in front of their television set to listen to our program." So, sir.