Bawan Allah Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

He was sitting on the doorstep of their house, leaning against the wall, clearly deep in thought. He was so absorbed that when someone came to greet him, he didn’t even respond. Only when the person tapped his shoulder did he speak:

“Hey Abdallah, what kind of thinking is this? I greeted you, and you didn’t even hear me.”

The one called Abdallah replied, “Uh-huh, Umar. It’s true. You don’t have to see me thinking, but you know best the kind of situation I’m in. I have to think.”

“That’s true, my friend, but you should take it easy a little. Don’t cause yourself more trouble,” Umar said.

“I’m trying to take it easy, Umar, but it’s stronger than me, I swear,” Abdallah replied.

“May Allah bring us a solution,” Umar said.

“Ameen,” Abdallah responded.

Umar asked, “So I see you’re sitting here. Is there somewhere you need to go today?”

Abdallah smiled faintly, though it barely reached his face. “There is somewhere, but I have no money. I was thinking that if I had some cash early this morning, I could get what I need to eat. But now all doors are closed to me.”

Umar was silent for a moment, studying his friend, and then said, “Get up, let’s go.”

“Where?” Abdallah asked.

“Down the main road. I’ll take you there,” Umar replied.

“Okay,” Abdallah said simply, and they set off.

As they walked, they chatted casually, as close friends do. They eventually reached the gate of a small tea shop. Umar pulled the car to a stop.

Abdallah looked at him. “What are we doing here?”

“Just wait and watch,” Umar replied. He went around to speak briefly with the tea seller, then returned to Abdallah. “Bismillah,” he said, pointing to an empty chair.

Abdallah didn’t hesitate to sit. They sat quietly for about five minutes before the tea arrived. The tea was simple, the kind the poor drink, served with bread.

Abdallah opened his mouth to speak, but Umar interrupted him: “Don’t complain, I don’t want any complaints about what you’re eating.” Umar grabbed his own cup.

Abdallah didn’t argue; he didn’t want to upset his friend. He took his cup and began drinking, grateful for anything to ease the hunger he had been feeling since the previous morning.

After they finished, Umar paid the tea seller and collected a small bag, and then they set off again.

“Umar, I don’t even know how to thank you. May Allah reward you. May He show me a day to repay you,” Abdallah said.

“Ameen. Abdallah, I don’t need your thanks. How would I ever get money and be able to spend it if I waited for your gratitude? That’s impossible,” Umar said.

“I must thank you, my friend. Only then will my mother understand what’s troubling me,” Abdallah added.

“Uh-huh,” Umar said simply, knowing Abdallah spoke the truth.

They finally reached the doorway of Abdallah’s house. Abdallah knocked, and they entered together, exchanging greetings.

Their mother was sitting in the courtyard with a young girl on a mat, both covered with hijabs, having finished their morning prayer (Salatul Duha).

The young girl answered the greetings. “Good morning, Umar,” she said.

“I’m fine, Hafsa. And you?” Umar replied.

“I’m fine,” Hafsa said politely.

At that point, their mother said, “Welcome, Umar.” He smiled. “Good morning, Mama. You woke up well?”

“Fine,” she replied.

He turned to Hafsa: “Take this bag inside and put it away.” Hafsa took the bag to the small kitchen.

Then Abdallah spoke: “Hey Umar, you have money too, but you only went through hardship to help.”

Umar’s face darkened. “I did it for Mama. I only want blessing, that’s all,” he said firmly, though there was no real anger. Then he added, “I leave you in God’s protection,” and left.

Abdallah hurried after him, finally calming down and asking how he had gotten the money.

“I had some savings. Since yesterday, she’s been unwell, and this morning I saw I would suffer a loss. So I sold her at the market. The traders bought her for nine thousand,” Umar explained, handing over the money.

“But Umar, don’t you still have obligations?” Abdallah asked.

“Look, I divided the money into three parts: two for home, one for me and my friend,” Umar said.

Abdallah breathed a sigh of relief and said, “May Allah bless that money.”

“Ameen,” Umar replied. They then continued on their way into the city.