Tmw Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

When Adda Fati entered our house, the women rushed toward her, asking excitedly,

“So it’s true? Hasiya’s marriage has been conducted?”

Calmly, she replied, “Yes.”

Whether they were sincere or being hypocritical, they kept offering congratulations and prayers.

When she lifted the curtain to our room, we were all still sitting exactly where she had left us. The news we had received had left us unable to even rise from our spots.

Only Amma was moving about. Inna Talatu had been helping her carry belongings outside with the children.

I saw Amma smiling as she asked,

“Fati, how did it go?”

Adda Fati replied, “They’re outside.”

Quickly, Amma said, “Alright, alright!” Then she looked at me and said, “Ramatu, take Hasiya to Maman Boy’s room. I’ll call you later.”

The moment I heard that, I jumped up immediately, carrying Hanifa with me. I didn’t have the courage to look at Sadiq—not at that moment.

Ramatu and I entered Maman Boy’s room, but neither of us could speak. She just kept looking at me and smiling softly, unable to say anything. Meanwhile, my head was filled with thoughts.

Deep inside, I felt Amma had been selfish. If this was truly her decision, then it wasn’t right. You don’t throw someone else’s life into hardship and suffering just because it brings you satisfaction. That isn’t fair.

We didn’t even realize when they arrived. After a short while, Adda Fati peeked in and told Ramatu and me to come to Amma’s room.

I was already wearing my hijab. All our belongings had been gathered outside, but Amma had refused to let them take my box. She happily said her belongings should remain for now—she wasn’t leaving. I would be staying in my husband’s house, In sha Allah.

Hanifa stood up, and I borrowed one of Maman Boy’s wrappers to tie her to my back. Ramatu looked like she wanted to say something to me but stopped. I could see her trying to suppress her laughter.

She went in first and greeted them. My own greeting barely left my lips. Even after we entered and I found a place to sit, I refused to lift my face.

I huddled close to Ramatu like an orphan.

Secretly, I glanced around the room. I saw Adda Fati, Adda Rukayya, Hamma Isuhu—whom I hadn’t even noticed entering—Habiba, and Inna Talatu. I didn’t look directly at Sadiq, but I sensed he wasn’t alone. Someone else was seated on the mat beside Amma.

After we settled, Amma cleared her throat and began.

“Hasiya, since yesterday you’ve been asking me what I discussed with Abubakar, haven’t you?”

That was when I raised my head to look at her. Yes—since yesterday and even this morning, I had wanted more explanation. But from earlier until now, I no longer wanted any explanation.

Still, I said nothing. I lowered my gaze again and began playing with my fingers inside my hijab.

Amma continued,

“After Hasiya, I want everyone here to bear witness to what I’m about to say. I know your hearts are full of questions—how did this happen? The truth is, I personally called Abubakar. I explained everything about our lives and the situation Hasiya found herself in. And it was I who asked him to marry Hasiya—without his prior thought or suggestion.”

I knew everyone must have looked at Amma at that moment—except me.

I had known we would eventually reach this point. The spider’s tale never goes beyond its web. If she hadn’t begged him, how would my life have become tied to his?

But I waited for her to finish. Even though she is my mother, I would not hesitate to tell her the truth. What she did was selfish—and it wasn’t right.

No one asked her why she did it. She continued on her own:

“It was the weakness of a mother’s heart that made me do it. Hasiya is my daughter—I know her more than anyone here. Many things happened to her in her early years that were not of her choosing. I love Hasiya, and I want her to have peace and a stable married life like her sisters have had. That longing made me see Abubakar—his calmness, his maturity—and in my weakness as a mother, without much thought, I asked him to marry you, Hasiya.”

Her voice began trembling as she finished speaking, a sign that she was holding back tears.

Sadiq raised his head and looked at her, her words from yesterday echoing in his mind.