Batuul Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

She was wearing a black abaya adorned with Swarovski stones, and a small hijab draped over it without wrapping. Her feet were in black Vinci slippers, also with Swarovski stones. She was slender, not tall, with a well-defined figure, often called a figure 8. Her complexion was neither too light nor too dark, the kind of people called chocolate color or "wankan tarwada." Her small face was round with a small mouth. Her long nose suited its place. When she smiled, her dimples appeared, enhancing the radiance of her face. Her eyes were bright like the moon. Those who know how to speak said, "Here is a beautiful woman, here is Zara." Hoo, it would take a long time if I started describing the beauty of her face because BATUUL was beautiful.

She held her iPhone in her left hand, while with her other hand, she held a small boy no older than three years old. She walked calmly and composedly, under a sky covered with clouds. Rain could fall at any moment, and a pleasant breeze blew across the grounds of Ramat Square in Maiduguri. She turned and looked at the boy holding her hand, and said, "Babich, do you see Mama and them have left us? It's okay, if we miss prayer, the boy smiled beautifully and said, "We will pray, and I will ask Allah to give me a CLS like Yaa Ahmad's." She said, "Okay, let's hurry so we can pray." The boy looked at her and said, "Yaa Baatul, you are not fast, I am pulling your hand." She said, "Okay, I will be fast, let's go find them." They reached the prayer grounds and found a place on the women's side where prayer mats were already spread. They sat down. A beautiful woman, who looked no older than 35 to 38, holding a baby, turned and looked at them, asking, "Where did you get the cap?" Baatul said, "Aunty, he left it in the car." The woman called Aunty said, "You are the one who indulged him, you should have let him pray without a cap since he took it off intentionally." Batuul smiled and said, "Aunty, we wouldn't be hearing this sermon now." Aunty said, "That's true." Baatul turned and looked at a young girl no older than her age and said, "Fa'iza, did you bring my bag that I asked you to get for me so I can give charity after prayer?" The girl called Fa'iza said, "Yes, Yaa Baatul, I brought it." She then brought a grayish Hermès bag, which looked expensive. She handed it to Baatul, who took it and smiled, saying, "Thank you, Fa'iza." They sat in silence, listening to the sermon until it ended and the prayer began. Baatul looked at Fa'iza and said, "Since you are not praying, take Aabid from Aunty." She said, "Okay, Yaa Baatul." She reached out and took the baby she was playing with, and moved slightly aside. They then said the takbir and became absorbed, showing their gratitude to Allah (swt) for allowing them to complete the fast safely and witness the prayer.

This is how they sat after the prayer, until the Imam finished the post-prayer sermon, exhortation, and reminders. Then, the thousands of people who attended the prayer began to depart.

BATUUL

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Dedicated to *KHALEESAT HAYDAR*

The Batman clock on the wall ticked exactly 6:30 in the morning and chimed.

He got up from the soft, large bed he was lying on, reciting the prayer for waking up (Alhamdulillahillazi ahyana ba a dama amatana wa illaihin nushur), and then sent more blessings upon the Prophet (SAW). He stood up, turned, and looked at the clock that had woken him from sleep. He saw it was already 6:40. He quickly went to the bathroom attached to his room. Hurriedly, he brushed his teeth, took a shower, and came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, with another towel in his hand, drying his face with it. He approached a large mirror where one could see themselves from head to toe. As he finished drying his face and was about to apply oil, he heard his phone ringing. He almost didn't pick it up, but then he turned and walked over to where the phone was. Seeing who was calling, he quickly picked it up, sat down, and bowed as if the caller was in front of him. He sat for a moment before putting the phone to his ear and saying, "Hello Ammah, *ndawottu* (how are you sleeping)?" From the other end, he was answered, "*K'ullewa k'ulle*" (Fine, Alhamdulillah), and then he was asked, "Have you gotten ready?" He replied, "Amma, I'm almost done, I'll get ready and come out now." She said, "Good, Dan Shehu, prayer is at eight o'clock, and you know you will take Abui." He said, "*Yodai k'urma lukin*" (Okay, I'm coming out now). He ended the call and put the phone down.

He opened his closet and took out a beautiful and expensive sky blue shadda. He put it on and took out his Mandarina Duck cufflinks, then put them on the cuffs of his shirt. He took out a sky blue Rawaram cap with a hint of black-brown and placed it on his head as if it was made for it. He fastened his Fendi watch to his right wrist and picked up his Tom Ford and Rasasi perfumes from in front of the mirror, spraying them on himself. Before returning to the coffee table, he picked up the car keys lying there and his phone. He then put on his black Haven slippers and left the room, looking at his wristwatch and seeing it was exactly seven o'clock.

He was descending.