Lu'u Lu'u Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

The Sultan smiled. Whenever he thought of Haisam, whenever Haisam was by his side, he felt as though all the pain of not having a male heir was lifted from him.

“May she be delivered safely,” she said again, bowing respectfully to the Sultan in the same way she had always shown him respect from childhood until now.

“Ameen,” he replied with equal warmth.

After Nannie left, silence briefly settled over the place. Then the Sultan adjusted his sitting position and pulled the tray filled with fruits closer to Haisam.

“I hope I did not interrupt your work… You did not go to bed knowing I would send for you, nor did you wake up expecting it.”

Haisam gently shook his head, his face softening a little from the way it usually looked.

“There is no inconvenience in that.”

“Then in the name of Allah, help yourself,” the Sultan said, gesturing toward the fruits.

Haisam did not reply. He simply stretched out his hand, picked a fruit, and held it without eating.

He noticed that it seemed the Sultan wanted to discuss something with him, yet it was as though he found it difficult to say. That made him adjust his sitting position slightly and say,

“I hope it is not some problem or worry?”

The Sultan smiled again and shook his head.

“Not at all… It is advice that I need.”

Haisam then sat up properly.

“It concerns the male and female servants in this house… I wish to arrange marriages among them. I want your opinion about their living conditions in the house. All of them have reached maturity. Morsa Safiyya has already been carrying out this kind of arrangement among the attendants in her own quarters.”

Haisam nodded. The Sultan’s worth and dignity rose even more in his eyes. At the same time, he admired the intelligence and foresight of the woman the Sultan had mentioned. A woman like her had thought of this and was actively carrying it out with such determination and effort? Her name made his thoughts go back. It seemed she was the one who had made Ustaz Ousmane bring him in his place… and if he remembered correctly, she seemed to be the Sultan’s second wife.

His thoughts and intentions were all good ones. He had a strong sense of foresight and a real effort to protect the rights laid down in Islam. So he returned the apple to where he had taken it from and folded his hands together.

“There is a great deal of wrong and disobedience to religion in keeping male and female slaves, servants, or workers in a house without marrying them off or considering their human needs… There is great blame upon anyone who does such a thing and still claims complete righteousness…”

The Sultan nodded deeply in satisfaction.

“The best thing is… to allow each of them to choose the one they want, and then have them married as Islam prescribes.”

“In sha Allah,” the Sultan said, nodding, while in his heart Haisam’s value and love continued to grow.

He inspired awe in many of his people, an awe that made the scholars around him unable, at all times, to advise him with what was truly right and proper. He needed to hear the truth from their mouths more than he needed them to tell him what his heart and soul wanted to hear. But they were rarely able to do that. Yet he could see that quality in Haisam.

Silence once again settled between them. Haisam still felt there was something else the Sultan wanted to say, something hidden in his eyes and on his lips. So he lowered his gaze and turned it toward the books beside him, studying what kind they were.

★ She slowly swallowed the last sip of tea she had taken, then placed the cup back on the table, feeling a wave of weakness and heaviness descend on her all at once. She closed her eyes, then opened them again. Slowly, she placed her hand on the table and rose to her feet, stepping down from where she sat while feeling the weakness spread through her body.

She linked it to the hunger she had endured for days, and perhaps the hot tea she had drunk was now settling in her body and loosening her limbs. She picked up her phone and checked the time. She had not forgotten that Mammina wanted to see her, and Mammina’s call was something of great importance to her. She needed to go, because she was searching for every possible way and strategy that could make the Sultan withdraw from his intention. Otherwise, in the state of weakness she was feeling, all she wanted was to return upstairs, lie down, rest, and sleep again. She was sure that within an hour or two she would wake up feeling fresh.

She wanted to go back upstairs, but then she felt she would not be able to climb the stairs. So she pressed the device near her, and before long Birra came hurrying over.

“I am going to Mammina’s place… Go and bring me the nearest thing I can use to cover myself,” she finished weakly.

With respect, Birra answered and quickly rushed upstairs. Before long, she came back down with a gown.

Its front was open, and it came with a loose outer covering attached to a hood that could be used to cover her head and even her whole face. It had long sleeves and was not heavy at all, though its full length did not quite reach the ground.