Fadeelah Complete Hausa Novel

NOTICE: To those asking me about body care, there are different methods that I will bring to you for body care in this book called Fadeela.

THANK YOU: I thank Allah, Lord of the worlds, for granting me the health to write this book. As I began in good health, may Allah allow me to finish in good health and full of success.

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

KADUNA, THE CITY OF THE GOVERNOR

She was walking slowly, it seemed as though she was tired. She was wearing a brown hijab jilbab that reached the ground, along with a neat handbag hanging on her shoulder. Just by the way she walked, you could tell she was a thoughtful, sensible person, because despite walking quickly, it did not stop her from appearing calm; there was enough composure in her. She entered a modest house that, just by looking at it, you could tell the people inside were living in hardship, because the house was very small, and altogether it had only two rooms, plus the toilet and their small kitchen.

She entered the house quietly with greetings.

An elderly woman came out of the kitchen, though she could not have been more than forty years old. From the look of things she was cooking, because her eyes were full of smoke. Hearing Fadeelah’s greeting, she came out. She looked at the one greeting and said, “Fadeela, even today you only managed to come back this late?” The one called Fadeela, speaking softly as though it was difficult for her to talk, said, “Sorry, Mama. I hope Baba hasn’t come back?” The woman ignored Fadeelah and went back into the kitchen to continue her cooking.

Fadila found a place to sit down and removed the hijab from her body. While she was sitting there, a girl came over; from the look of her, it seemed she was her younger sister. She said, “Aunty, you’re back?” Fadila nodded to the girl, and the girl continued, “Aunty, when Baba came home earlier, he was angry, saying you still haven’t returned, and he said from today you are finished going to work.” Fadeelah, in shock at what her younger sister said, lifted her large eyes and looked at her sister, unable to say anything. Then after a while she said, “Husna, did you anger Baba? If only I had gone out to work and greeted him.”

Husna, who was the type of child given to gossip and impertinent chatter, said, “By Allah, Aunty, I heard him saying that from to...” Their mother covering Husna’s mouth made her fall silent.

Fadeelah looked at her mother with concern and said, “Mama, is what Husna said true or not?” “I don’t know. When your father comes, you’ll hear it from him.”

Fadila, in this world, if you want to see her shock, then tell her she has been stopped from the job she was doing at Rahama TV.

She suddenly felt that even the hunger she had been feeling was gone, and that made her go into their room and lie down, thinking about what she would do or say to her father if he confronted her with the matter, because it was one year since she began the job, but almost all the time it was like this between her and her father; almost every day it was the same issue, until she had begun thinking of just quitting the job and resting.

While Fadila was lying there, she heard her father come in. He entered, and not long after, the Maghrib prayer was called. As the call came, he got up and went out. That gave Fadeelah the chance to come out into the courtyard and quickly perform ablution, then she hurried back into the room because she was afraid of meeting her father.

After Fadeelah finished the Maghrib prayer, she sent her younger sister Husna to serve her tuwo to eat.

She sat there waiting for her father’s call, but silence continued until sleep overtook her.

The next day, as usual, Fadeelah left for work at seven o’clock in the morning. After completing her prayer, she recited her supplications as she did every morning, took a bath, got dressed, picked up her bag, and quietly sneaked out. She wanted to leave softly, afraid that her father might hear her movement. She had just reached the door of the house and was about to open it when she heard her father’s voice saying, “Fadeelah, come here.” Her heart sank, showing she was frightened by the sight her father had seen of her, and she went closer to where he was.

When she arrived, she lowered her head to the ground and, with a trembling mouth, said, “Good morning, Baba.” Instead of returning her greeting, he said, “Where are you going, sneaking out like that?” With a trembling mouth, Fadeelah said, “To work.” “You are sneaking out to work?” Then there was no answer; silence followed.

Fadila’s father, raising his voice in anger, said, “I said are you sneaking out to work? That has confirmed to me that you heard my message, hasn’t it?” Fadila kept her head down and could not say anything. Fadila’s father continued, “Fadila, from today I have forbidden you from this job because it brings you no benefit except the insults you bring upon me in front of people. Then I will give you one of two choices: you can take whichever one suits you, either bring me the one you want or let me choose for you, because, God willing, you will not spend another three months in this house, because what I see in you is not good at all.” When Fadila’s father finished saying what he was saying, he left Fadila there with her head bowed and went into his room.

With difficulty, Fadila managed to calm herself and get up, then she called her co-worker. After greeting each other, she said, “Jamilu, Baba has done what he usually does. Today too he has forbidden me from going to work, or rather I should say today he is worse than ever, because I don’t think he will let me continue going to work. I think, Jamilu, I will give up and just leave the job.”

The one Fadila called Jamila said, “No, Fadila, don’t do that. The advice I will…”