Kwai Cikin Kaya Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

Today was Friday, the very day Aunty Shahudah returned, and Dad too had come back four days earlier. Everyone rejoiced at his return, just as we usually did, and he received a warm welcome from his wife as well as from Aunty Shahudah, who seemed to believe that this return was especially for her. As for me, I stayed quietly in the background, even though Dad was fond of drawing me into things. At the slightest chance, he would mention my name in whatever he was saying. I noticed that this deeply irritated Aunty Shahudah, and Mom as well. When I realized the matter might become tense, I quietly slipped away and ran to my room. We had all been sitting together having dinner.

I did not attempt to come out again until the next morning, because I felt it was only right to give them space to spend time with their father. Even though it was Saturday and there was no work, I could not go back to sleep, because I had already grown used to waking up very early. Since after finishing the dawn prayer, I remained seated on my prayer mat. I recited my morning supplications and read Qur’an. With nothing else to do, I got up and began cleaning my room, and that kept me occupied for quite some time, until it was almost nine o’clock.

From upstairs I began to hear commotion that sounded like crying, and the crying sounded like Mom’s voice. I quickly set down the towel I had picked up to go and bathe and rushed out. My heart dropped terribly when I came upon Mom crying with all her strength, while Dad was holding her. It took me some effort to make sense of what they were saying, but in the end I understood that Mom’s younger brother, Usman, had passed away. Truly, I had often heard them mention Uncle Usman’s name, but I did not know him, and I had never seen him before. In all my time living in the house, I had never once gone to Mom’s family house, nor did I often see her relatives coming around. Everyone knows how some of these Western-educated people are with their belief in not wanting to impose on others.

Even I was moved by pity for Mom and joined the others in wiping away tears. Dad continued consoling her, then led her upstairs. He also told the rest of us to get ready because we were all going to their family house. That was what made everyone head back to their rooms to prepare.

Last night, on Friday, around twelve o’clock and some minutes past midnight, terrible news reached Jawaad’s family home: Uncle Usman had been involved in a car accident on his way back from a journey he had taken for two days.

Indeed, that household was thrown into sudden turmoil, because since the death of Jawaad’s father, they had not lost anyone else in the family. Among all of Malam Yusuf Abdul-Aziz’s children, only four had passed away. Apart from Malam Yusuf himself, one of his wives, and Mama Maryam, if you exclude those four, all the rest were still alive. In fact, the family had even grown larger because of grandchildren being born in abundance.

The shock Mama Atika went into made her collapse, because it was something they had never imagined would happen so close to home. Even though they knew death was certain for every living soul, not Uncle Usman, nor even she herself in her old age, had imagined that death could take him now, just when he was still making more plans to settle himself firmly in the world.

At the time when Jawaad’s family was in that state of confusion, he was elsewhere battling a gang of terrorists they had been tracking for nearly three weeks. It was only that very day that Allah granted them success in confronting them directly. They managed to capture some of them, while others escaped.

It was nearly four in the morning by the time they arrived at their station with those they had arrested. They were completely exhausted, and hunger was fiercely eating away at them, but their bravery, endurance, and the training they had gone through all concealed their weakness. It was only Rose who could no longer bear it, since the emotional strength of a woman and a man are not always the same, though she too truly deserved to be called brave. Jawaad had not even wanted her to go on the operation with them, but she insisted on going, and although he did not like it, he let her follow them.

They ended up spending the night at the station. Then on Saturday morning, after the dawn prayer, Jawaad called Gimba to come and pick him up. The sound of Gimba’s voice surprised him. Hearing the confusion in his tone, he immediately asked if everything was alright.

Knowing that Jawaad disliked being kept in suspense, Gimba told him the plain truth about the terrible situation unfolding in their house.

Even with the condition he was already in and the problems involving his father’s relatives, that did not stop him from being thrown into the height of anxiety. Immediately, he alarmed Jabeer and the others, who themselves were deeply shaken by the news of the death. They wasted no time and headed straight to Jawaad’s family house, despite their exhaustion and need for rest. They reached the house at almost seven o’clock and some minutes past. Jawaad’s anxiety rose even more when he saw the state his family was in, and he at once forgot all about the tiredness weighing on him.

He did not sit down. Uncle Nasir and the others took him straight to the hospital where Uncle Usman’s body was being kept so they could bring it back. The reason they had not gone the previous night was because the accident had not happened within the city. The place he had been coming from was closer to where the accident occurred, so that was why they had taken him to a hospital in that other town.