Inda Rai Part 3 Complete Hausa Novel By Aisha Aliyu Garkuwa

He adjusted the way he was sitting and let out a soft breath. In a voice full of grace and dignity, he began to move his lips, speaking in a calm, instructive way:

“That is how destiny is—it turns white into black, or black into white. This is how Allah arranges matters, one after another. Everything happens exactly as it has been written in Lauhul Mahfuz. Nothing turns a difficult destiny into an easy one except drawing close to Allah, making supplication with certainty, and being steadfast in obeying Allah’s commands. There is no life sweeter than following Allah and His Messenger. Observing all of Allah’s commands brings light to the heart, honor, provision, and elevation. Follow Allah and you will find rest from the troubles of this world, for Allah Himself has said that observing prayer keeps a person away from indecency. May Allah grant us the ability to obey Him always.”

Tajj added this as he closed the Qur’an he had paid for Laylah.

Calmly, Laylah said, “Amin, amin.”

She finished by closing her own Qur’an and then pushed Afisha’s toy toward her.

Then Ishmah entered, her belly very heavy, walking as though she was about to collapse.

Slowly she sat down, her voice trembling slightly as she said,

“I think it is labor...”

He quickly stood up and went to her. He helped her up and they returned to the room. When he checked, he saw that it really was labor. As he was trying to help her get dressed, Addawa rushed in.

“Laylah told me she heard Ishmah saying it was labor...”

In alarm, he said,

“It is. We are going to the hospital right now.”

Addawa quickly went to Ishmah and gently said,

“Sorry, Ishmah, sorry. Be strong, Allah will grant a safe delivery. In sha Allah, you will give birth easily just as you did with Afisha.”

Both Addawa and Tajj helped her, because her whole body was trembling and the pain was twisting through her intensely. After they entered the car, she could no longer hold herself back. Groaning, she said,

“Oh Allah, Yah Afif, this pain! It is too much for me. O Lord of the worlds, ease it for me. Please, Sheikh, pray for me.”

Then she let out a deep sigh and another painful breath.

Whenever the pain eased, sweat covered her, and when it returned, she clutched her stomach and groaned in agony, her body shaking as she said,

“Allahumma la sahla illa ma ja‘altahu sahlan wa anta taj‘alul hazna idha shi’ta sahlan.”

Then she continued groaning from the pain.

They reached the hospital in the midst of those contractions, where Dr. Farida and Sister Nuraini received her.

As for Tajj, he went to get the Zamzam water he had kept so he could pray over it for her.

After he finished, he brought it to her, and at that time she was bent over in pain, to the point that tears had come to her eyes. His whole body went still with fear and worry, because he had never seen her suffering like this before.

About ten minutes later, she began breathing in the way that showed the baby was coming.

Quickly, and in a low voice, he told Dr. Farida and Nuraini to step out so he could support his wife himself.

They left, though somewhat reluctantly, but they were used to such things by then.

By Allah’s decree, she delivered a baby boy, and as he came out, another followed after him. Their mother was one, and it became clear that they were identical twins.

Their cries soon filled the hospital. Immediately, Tajj cut their umbilical cords and laid them on Ishmah’s chest, rejoicing and overwhelmed with happiness at Allah’s favor upon him—Allah had given him everything he had asked for. First he had asked for Afisha and Allah gave her to him, and now he had asked for two children, and there they were: both boys.

As for Ishmah, even though she was exhausted, she still felt deep happiness and gratitude to Allah.

At the moment Tajj went into prostration of gratitude, Dr. Farida came in saying that truly she would do anything to help Dr. Ishmah if needed. As soon as she arrived, he told her to inform all the workers in the hospital—from the doctors to the nurses—that he would double their salary for that month. And as for the patients in the hospital, everything for them that day would be free.

Everyone in the hospital was filled with joy because of this generous act, and their mouths were full of prayers that Allah would preserve him and increase him in health.

When Laylah, Hamisu, and Zulaihat arrived, all of them were extremely happy.

With delight, Laylah said,

“I am such a lucky girl. At one time I got two younger brothers, and Afisha too—alhamdulillah.”

Hamisu moved closer to his elder sister and said,

“Truly, life has been good to you. May Allah make it even better in the future. Any time you give birth, Aunty Ishmah, may you keep giving us beautiful children who will amaze everyone. Honestly, the twins are beautiful, and they look just like Afisha.”

She smiled as she looked at him, feeling such affection for her brother that, to her, all of Qatar had no one like him.

By nightfall she returned home, because she and the babies were completely well.

Afisha, who had started to speak a little—though not very clearly in the childish way toddlers speak—saw that everyone was celebrating, so she also began rejoicing, pointing at the babies and saying,

“Aunty Lelah, are these my little brothers?”

That was what she kept saying, pointing at them happily.

Sometimes she would lower her head and begin reciting Qur’an, blowing gently over them.

That very night, Tajj whispered to them the names he and Ishmah had chosen even before the pregnancy: Ayeed and Ayaan.

Rahma and Dr. Amdaz also came that night, and she was so excited that she jumped and landed right on Ishmah, insisting that she must come and help Aunty Ishmah during her bathing period after childbirth. He barely managed to calm her down, telling her she would stay only one day and return, saying that otherwise he and she should just go to their own house together, because his foot followed his wife’s foot.

In Ethiopia too, the relatives were overjoyed at the arrival of Tajj’s twins, especially Team Arfah and Imran.

Likewise, Abba and the others in Nigeria were very happy.

On the naming day, they celebrated greatly. Many lectures were given just like before, except this time they focused on the virtues of marriage and building a family.