Dingishin Kwado Part 3 Complete Hausa Novel

He wiped the tears from his eyes and said, “Be patient. God willing, I will do my best for them, but it won’t be the same as when they are with you.”

He stood up and said, “I feel that if I leave you and stay here with another woman in this house, I would be committing a grave injustice.”

She looked him in the eyes and said, “That would indeed be a great injustice, Sahal. Even if you were to send me away harshly, I would have nowhere to go for you to wrong me further. That’s why I forbade myself from living with you. But truly, now that our marriage has ended forever, I have forgiven you for all the wrongs you did me, and God willing, you will not leave with any claim over me. And God has rewarded me with patience and forgiveness because of you.”

He did not know what to say, but deep in his heart, he knew he had never met anyone as generous and patient as Bilki in the world. He felt a loss—not insignificant—but he was happy he had given her the chance to pursue her happiness ahead; otherwise, merely having her right would have been a sin preventing him from resting in peace.

He softened his tone and said, “May God bless you, Bilki. Thank you, may God unite us in goodness and bless our children.”

She quietly said, “Ameen.”

Then she stood up, opened the door, and he left, visibly shaken.

After the children went to school, she called Alti to her room and shared her feelings. They cried together, sharing relief because Alti, who had little patience for her that day, comforted Bilki deeply. They reluctantly regained their composure.

Alti and Alawiyya began preparing her things. By the time the children returned from school, they had packed as much as possible.

That evening, she sat with her children and wisely told them that tomorrow or the day after she would return to her house, but they would stay in their home.

Amrah asked, “Mamah, are you separating?”

She replied openly, “Our marriage is over, but as long as we have you, we are not truly apart.”

Tears welled up in the little girl’s eyes, while Farha and Farouk sniffled.

She summoned courage to console Amrah, asking, “You’re older now, why are you crying? How about you all?”

She barely calmed herself and remained silent, offering them advice.

Farouk asked, “So we’ll stay here alone, on Mamah’s side?”

Gently, she said, “No, you will be with Daddy, and your aunt will also come back here.”

He was silent but not satisfied. Then he said, “But tell Daddy not to trouble us. And Mamah, if possible, leave Alti with us.”

Bilki swallowed their plea and said, “Stay with your aunt peacefully. Do not disrespect her. Whatever she tells you to do, follow it, especially you, Amrah.”

Amrah, still crying, could not speak.

Farouk said, “Mamah, please leave Alti with us.”

At that point, Amrah said, “Instead of letting her stay with us, you ask for Alti to stay?”

He replied firmly, “I will not let her stay. Every day I see her crying because she doesn’t want us to understand. Daddy always takes her to school in a car, but when did he last take Mamah in his car? Do you think Daddy buys things and brings them here? Yet every day I see him give her something in a bag. Mamah, just go where you won’t cry.”

I was already exhausted and had no money to buy a house for her. On the next trip to Abuja, I planned to tell Uncle Farouk Senior to buy her a house since Uncle Sulaiman would not return.

This time, Bilki could not suppress her tears and broke down crying while Amrah and Farha cried too. But Farouk, being a boy with a strong heart from childhood, did not cry, though his eyes welled up, showing he was deeply concerned.

Even Alti joined in crying, because everything he said was true. They had not expected that Farouk had such strong feelings; he was the only one without tears.

He slowly said, “Stop crying. You are not going to die, and Daddy will not waste the house.”

Bilki quickly scolded him, glaring with her tear-red eyes.

He got up and left in a huff. Bilki watched him go with a mixture of shock and fear. He was not quarreling with Hawwa—normally, it would be Amrah he’d scold. But now it seemed he would cause problems for the household if she left, not for Amrah. Though Amrah herself wasn’t involved in any mischief; she just warned Amrah against disrespect or being humiliated. But Bilki noticed Farouk carried his father’s grudges in his heart.

She began calculating that in three months, he would be thirteen. She realized she had to leave decisively, since adolescence was beginning, and as children grow, their parents develop more patience and endurance in their upbringing—especially when there was only a five-year age difference between her and Amrah.

The next morning, the children went to school.

Bilki oversaw the house, which even before the separation had been fully entrusted to her care. Everything was managed by her, even by Baba Babba as their representative.

The movers arrived with her belongings. The bedding had been delivered and arranged the day before, and all her valuable kitchenware was packed in boxes, with Alawiyya helping to organize them further.

She only took Farha’s bed for the children; everything else they might need was left for them.

It was only then that Hawwa began noticing something happening in their house. Sahal had quietly retreated, too exhausted to respond to her questions until she finally realized there was nothing to report.

Bilki did not leave the house until the next morning because she did not want to depart in front of her children. Though they were growing up and past the need for constant supervision, their current distress was considerable. Farha, who was to leave with them, could not stop crying and refused to sit quietly.

Bilki’s main concern was her children’s food and school. Yet she left them in God’s care.

Together with Alti, they went to Hawwa. Hawwa received them with respect and restraint. Politely, she said, “Hawwa, I have come to greet you and leave because God has decreed our time in this house. I entrust the children to you. I know caring for someone else’s child is very hard. But if done patiently, there will be reward ahead. Treat the children kindly, double your patience if they are difficult, and guide them to understand. If it exceeds your strength, inform their father. May God protect you and grant you patience.”

Then she stood up, saying, “May God bless us all.”

Hawwa shivered—so this was what had kept Sahal calm these past two days?

She pursed her lips. Deep down, she felt pleased that she would dominate the house on her own; Bilki’s living room would become her domain with her own group.

She watched them leave but lacked the energy to escort them.

Meanwhile, Sahal lay down, unable to rise since Fajr prayer, not sleeping but simmering with a kind of feverish heat.

Bilki herself drove with Alti to leave, entrusting Alawiyya to stay until she could pick up Farha so they could reunite at her house.

Upon arriving, she entered her room, where her bed and belongings had been prepared. She lay down—not sleeping, but with eyes half-closed. Everything overwhelmed her; even she did not fully grasp her problems. Thoughts of her children dominated her mind.

She remained lying down all day, even as the Dhuhr prayer came.

Alti peeked in three times, but seeing her lying with eyes closed, she left, assuming Bilki was resting after two days without sleep.

It was only at Maghrib that Alti re-entered, saying, “Mamah, lying down will do you good. You haven’t eaten anything since morning.”

Bilki struggled to open her bloodshot eyes and asked, “Where is Farha?”

Alti replied, “She’s with Amrah; she refused to follow Alawiyya.”

In a quiet voice, she said, “Please, Alti, go bring her to me so I can hear her cry.”

Calmly, Alti replied, “No, Mamah, leave her. You know how much she clings to you; she will come to you herself. Amrah will take care of her.”

Bilki had no choice but to relent. Yet, her attempts to eat failed; just one mouthful caused her to feel it all churning inside her.

For three days, Bilki remained in this state—barely eating, confined to her room. She only bathed. Alti became extremely worried. She sent Alawiyya to Basma’s house to bring them to the new house since Bilki had destroyed all her phones and stored them.

Basma did not delay; together they arrived at Bilki’s house. Since the afternoon, Bilki had been lying there silently.

She had no choice but to go to her house. The next day, before going to work, she took Bilki and Alti straight to the hospital to see a doctor, who prescribed medicine to help her sleep and eat, as the stress and worry had seriously affected her.

Basma visited often, but always quietly, since Bilki’s condition showed little improvement and tended to relapse.