Futuhatul Khair Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

She took the little girl by the hand and led her into the toilet, then went out to fetch water. She began washing the girl’s hair because it was completely covered with dust and dirt. As a result, almost all the water was used just to wash her hair, and only a little was left, which she used to bathe her. Then she held her hand and took her into the room, brought out her makeup items, applied cream on her, and dressed her up nicely.

“Huum! Or is it that you are the one who wants a child, and now Allah has given us one from above?” She looked at him and said, “That may be true, but how did you find her? I do not like picking up children like that. Just because Allah has not given us a child does not mean He has forgotten us. Everything has its time.”

“Come on, Miemi, would I lie to you? Wallahi, for about three days now I have been seeing her around that place. Most of the time she follows people and eats whatever leftover food they give her, and I even used to give her some of mine. Yesterday, when I was returning from Abalak, I found some people beating her. They said they had left food behind before washing their hands, and when they came back she had eaten it. I paid for the food, then I scolded her and asked where her home was, but she kept quiet. I spoke to her, but she did not say anything to me. So I took her to the house of the neighborhood head. Earlier today, when I was going out, I met the neighborhood head, and he told me honestly that he already had too many children under his care, so I should decide what to do with her. That was how I took her with me, we went to the market together, and came back together too. That is how I found her.”

She wiped her tears and said, “Allah sarki, such a beautiful child. Whatever happened must have made her leave home, or perhaps she got lost. But she does not even look like she is from this country. She does not look like the people of Niger. She looks more like an Arab girl or a Fulani girl. Wallahi, I have found a daughter.” She held her hand and said, “What is your name, baby?” The girl only looked at her. Seeing that, she made a sign with her hand, asking again, “What is your name?” The girl then wrote her name with her hand: Bilkisu.

She looked at him and said, “Could it be that she cannot speak?” He nodded to her. “Allah sarki. In sha Allah, I will keep you like the daughter I gave birth to.” She brought clothes for her and dressed her up, then served her food and fed her with her own hands until she was full. After that, they performed ablution and prayed.

Who are Miemi and her husband Kabeer?

Miemi is Kabeer’s wife. They married as a young couple, but after six years of marriage Allah had not given them children. They are Nigerians from Maiduguri. Miemi is a sensible and respectable woman who is not noisy. She is very beautiful and never quarrels with anyone. Everyone likes her. Her husband treats her reasonably well and takes care of her, giving her whatever she wants. She is neither stubborn nor lazy. Throughout their neighborhood, she is known for her skill in cooking. She does her very best to take care of her husband.

They are not rich, but they are content at heart. Her husband is a trader, and at the same time he is looking for a government job. He has gone from place to place seeking one, but he has not succeeded. And now business is no longer going well for them. The reason is that when he brought goods from Nigeria to Niger, disaster struck them and almost everything was destroyed in a fire. That is why things are difficult for them now. Even so, you can never visit their house without being offered something to eat.

Miemi is also very skilled at making humra perfume and room fragrance, from which she earns a modest income. It was trade that brought them to the country of Niger, and they now live in the town of Abalak, she and her husband.