Buzu Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

Jamila had no choice but to relax her mind; her body gradually gained some strength, and the sharp pain she had been feeling stopped. She felt no physical pain, yet deep in her heart, it was as if she was about to explode from worry and anxiety. The events weighed heavily on her, and she went into the restroom to cry. She felt as though a jinn had assaulted her, violating her in this terrible way.

Lying under the blanket, Hajiya Sa’a stepped out of her room. Her phone began ringing, and she picked it up. She heard Abba’s voice say:

"Sister, I wasn’t feeling well today. Are you okay?"

A sharp pang of emotion rose in her, bringing her to the brink of collapse. With a trembling voice, she said:

"Yaya Abba, I’m not well."

"Innalillahi wa Innalillahi raji'un. What happened to you?"

She did not know what to say, so she just cried. Abba grew anxious and tried to console her.

After some effort, she managed to tell him that she was experiencing pain in her stomach.

"So, where is Mummy? Didn’t she take you to the hospital?"

"She did. She gave me medication too. Please, don’t say anything to her. She tried her best; I beg you, don’t speak to her about it."

"No, I won’t. She doesn’t even know I have your number. We’re just talking. Rest and take it easy, sister."

"Okay, thank you very much." They ended the call. She put the phone down and continued crying, tears streaming from her eyes.

He was sitting in the car, trying to focus, when his phone started vibrating. He looked at the screen and saw an unknown number. He answered and put the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" Her voice startled him. He squinted, adjusted his seat, and asked:

"Who’s speaking?"

In a weak voice, she said:

"Beb, have you forgotten my voice? That’s fine. Thank you." She hung up.

He quickly tried to return the call, but she refused to pick up. He tried again and again, but she wouldn’t answer. Finally, he gave up and drove off.

Shukura, surprised by what she saw in the car, had not left yet. She peeked through the curtains and saw him drive away.

During a video call with Hajiya Amina, Shukura answered happily, saying:

"Hajiya Mummy, how’s your worship going?"

"Alhamdulillah, Shukura. Why aren’t you well? I’m sitting here doing my worship, but you’ve caused me distress."

Confused, she asked:

"Me? What did I do?"

"Your father called me. He hasn’t returned yet; he’s in Abuja. He scolded me, saying you don’t understand fate. Doctor Sharif called him worried, saying in public that you’re killing people. That’s how it’s been with you since your child went missing. Why won’t you grow up, Shukura?"

"Mummy, can you hear me clearly? Is your network okay?"

"Yes, I can hear and see you."

"I want you, when you go to the Ka’aba, to pray for me. If I’m on the right path, may Allah strengthen me. If not, may Allah remove me from it. Give me patience and guidance to stop feeling what I feel in my heart. But there’s still a problem."

"Shukura, what problem? Will it make a Muslim lose trust in Allah?"

"Wait until you return."

"Okay. But truly, your father is angry; he’s not pleased with what you did."

Shukura comforted herself and hung up.

Nana was drawing water from the well, pouring it into her buckets to take to the restroom.

Barira said:

"Nana, please forgive me. Yesterday I embarrassed you; it was not meant to insult. It was a mistake."

Nana said:

"It’s okay."

Sajida asked:

"By the way, what did you see?"

Barira laughed and said:

"I didn’t see much, though what I did see wasn’t pleasant. But Nana, is your husband Arab or white?"

Nana looked at her.

"Since you arrived, we’ve never seen him. Now I saw him; he looks tall and like a woman."

Nana ignored her, took her water containers, and headed to her room.

Sajida giggled and said:

"Your words, that crazy talk—she tricked you."

"She’s not crazy. She knows herself; it’s like she’s from another household. And she’s from another family, so they didn’t rent the same room." Whatever they said, Nana pretended not to hear.

After finishing cleaning the restroom, she came out, approached him, and sat down. He brought the remaining money and placed it in front of her.

She looked at him and said:

"Where did you hide it? I didn’t see it."

He smiled and said:

"It’s in my clothes. You didn’t check. They’re in the bag. And if there were more, Habu would have taken them."

Nana checked the money; it was mostly Niger currency, with no Nigerian bills exceeding one hundred thousand.

She said:

"Sayyid, if you rest a bit more, or until tomorrow, God willing, we’ll go back to the hospital to check you again. We’ll start your injection with what we have combined."

"No, you forgot we still need to buy food. If it finishes, we have no other way to get money. If we have enough, it’s better to leave this house and give me my medicine."

"I myself don’t like this house. Mama will send me a sack of peppers; when it arrives, I’ll see it being sold and continue selling it."

He nodded:

"Okay, later you will accompany me to the mosque."

She looked at him:

"Really, to the mosque?"

"Yes, I want to go. If you accompany me, you can return afterwards."

She smiled:

"Okay, Alhamdulillah, that’s easy. God willing, I’ll take you. Let me put this money aside; and if I accompany you, I also need to go to Ummi’s house."

He nodded. As she was about to leave, he held her and removed her hijab.

He noticed a burn mark on her neck and squinted at it, asking:

"What is this?"

She hesitated and said:

"It’s nothing, just a small burn."

"No, it’s not nothing. Why is your neck burnt? Who did this to you?"

"No one did it to me; I just spilled hot water on myself."

He left her, unconvinced by her explanation.

She gathered the Niger money into the Sarkin Baka bag, and combined the Nigerian money with her other belongings.

When it was time for prayer, he performed ablution, and Nana gave him his prayer shawl, which he draped over himself.

Nana came out to the courtyard. Barira was cooking, dressed in a long tunic, but it was black because of the smoke; there was no pattern or embroidery. Her hair stuck out in tufts when she lifted her hands. The fabric of her tunic was blackened, as if smeared with grease, and she appeared exhausted.

Nana said:

"Barira, please get ready; we need to leave."

Barira said:

"Bismillah, go ahead."

"No, I am with my husband."

"Just go; it’s fine."

Nana remained silent, nodding weakly, aware of the house’s chaos. Unable to help, she held Sayyid’s hand and left the room. He pulled the shawl over his face, as he could not wear it properly due to his breathing.