Uwar Sadiqu Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

It was Saturday, so she and Abdallah spent the day at Yaya Zainab’s house. After they had prayed Asr, they left and headed home. As they turned into their street, she spotted Yaya Abubakar’s car and knew he was around.

They found him in Hajiya’s room, sitting on a mat while Hajiya sat by the bedside, chatting with him. After greeting him, Abdallah and the others rushed out to the sitting room, leaving them behind. Aisha also stood up to leave and return to her room, but Hajiya stopped her.

“Come back and sit down. In fact, it is your matter that brought your brother here, though I know there is no problem.”

She returned and sat on the edge of the bed beside Hajiya, feeling uneasy, because even without being told, she knew it could only be about marriage. For the past two days, since no one had mentioned it, she had thought the matter had been dropped.

Yaya Abubakar cleared his throat and said,

“You know Musbahu, my friend, don’t you?”

She nodded to show that she did.

“Good. He spoke to me today and said he wants to come and ask for your hand in marriage, if you agree.”

Hajiya said,

“There will not be any problem at all. He is not a stranger in this house.”

She lowered her head because she did not know what to say to them. It was almost as if they had already accepted Musbahu’s proposal on her behalf.

Yaya Abubakar said,

“You have not said anything.”

She suppressed the worry inside her, forced a smile, and said,

“Well, Yaya, let him come then. May Allah make it خير for us.”

“Amin, ya Allah. In sha Allah, you will not have any problem.”

She left the room and went out, leaving them talking.

As soon as she entered her room, she threw her bag and hijab onto the bed and placed her hand on her head. She wanted to burst into tears, but she knew people would hear her. She went and stood in front of the mirror, staring at her face as tears rolled down. It was as if everyone had forgotten Mustafa, and she was the only one who had not. She was doing her job, taking care of herself, while other people’s parents did everything for their children, yet they were disturbing her with another marriage.

“Musbahu.”

She said his name out loud, shaking her head. Then she turned away from the mirror, sat on the edge of the bed, and held her forehead with her hands.

How could she marry someone like Musbahu? She knew him very well, since he had been Yaya’s friend since they were children, and honestly, she had never felt any connection with him. She only respected him because he was her brother’s friend. She knew his wife and his children, and she also knew he was a businessman. That was why she felt that if she married him, she would lose many opportunities, such as the work she was doing and other things.

She wiped her tears, stood up, and went into the bathroom.

That was how she spent the rest of the day alone in her room. Hajiya noticed the change in her mood because of the marriage discussion, but she ignored it, because there was no way they were going to leave her unmarried.

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They were sitting in the sitting room after the Isha prayer when she heard her phone ringing from inside the room. Before she could move, Farha quickly ran and brought the phone. It was an unfamiliar number, so there was no name saved. She quickly answered and put it to her ear before the call disconnected.

As soon as he greeted her, she recognized his voice. She stood up and went back into her room. Before he said anything else, he introduced himself.

“My name is Musbahu Ahmad Tudunwada.”

She gave a faint response and rolled her eyes, then said,

“Hm, I know.”

They exchanged greetings and talked briefly. He asked about her children. Later, he told her that he would come the next day after Isha prayer. They ended the call and hung up.

She pulled the chair in front of the mirror and sat down, placing the phone on the table before the mirror. Resting her chin on her hand, she thought deeply. The truth was that she did not like this man. She could not marry him at all, because he was completely different from the kind of man she felt she could live with. And since she could see that both Yaya and Hajiya had already approved of him, she knew that if she spoke up now, Hajiya would simply say she did not want marriage.

She raised her hands in prayer and said,

“Allah, bring me a way out.”

Right after the Isha prayer, Musbahu arrived. He did not send a child to call; he came in person after knocking and being let in. He went straight into the sitting room and greeted Hajiya. She kept praying for him and asking Allah to confirm the marriage with goodness. After exchanging greetings, he went to the garage to wait for Aisha, whom Hajiya told him would be sent to him shortly.

As soon as he left, she too came out of her room and started heading toward the door. She was walking quickly so that Hajiya would not say anything, because at that moment she was annoyed by how Hajiya kept smiling broadly at him and showering him with prayers, as if he had done her some great favor. Just as she was about to reach the door, Hajiya said,

“Haba, Aisha, at least take some water and give it to your guest now. After all, your guest is like your prophet.”