Zakaran Da Allah Ya Nufa Da Cara Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

He walked with an air of authority, trying to remove his lab coat in a stylish and captivating manner. This was Dr. Umar Salees—a young, vibrant doctor, full of life and masculinity. He had a well-built, attractive physique. When he walked, he carried himself like royalty; when he spoke, his voice flowed so smoothly and confidently that one might think he was a prince.

He was tall and well-composed, with calm, slightly droopy eyes that gave the impression of someone always on the verge of sleep. The whites of his eyes were bright—clear like milk—highlighting the beauty of the dark pupils at their center. His face carried the charm of a refined, fashionable man, and his nose perfectly complemented his handsome features. In short, Umar was both handsome and well-built, which was why many women admired him and many men envied him.

But, by God’s will, he was not the type to chase women—he hardly even noticed their attention. Whatever he had in front of him was enough for him. Another surprising thing about Umar was that his face was almost always serious; it was rare to see him laugh. Only when something was truly funny would he allow himself a slight smile—and even that usually happened only when he was with his close friend, Sadeeq.

Sadeeq was his only best friend, from childhood up till now—they had always been together. Apart from Sadeeq, Umar hardly smiled at anyone; his face remained stern most of the time. That was why many girls could only admire him from a distance—they didn’t dare get close, as each of them saw him like a lion.

Anyway, let me not bore you with too much talk—if I were to fully describe Umar’s looks and qualities, I could write an entire book and still not finish.

Quickly, he entered their office and went straight to where lab coats were hung, placing his own there. In a hurry, he greeted Professor Sa’idu, who was seated and checking something on the computer. The professor looked up at Umar while attempting to remove his glasses and asked:

“Why are you in such a hurry, Umar?”

Umar scratched the back of his head respectfully and said,

“I’m sorry, I was called from home—there’s an emergency—before we enter the theater room.”

The professor nodded. He knew Umar was the type to always speak the truth, no matter how harsh it might be. That was why he trusted him—lying was not part of his character.

“Okay, you can go. But make sure you return on time—you know you’ll be going back to school soon.”

“Insha Allah, I will try my best.”

Professor Sa’idu nodded again as Dr. Umar quickly turned and left the office. The moment he opened the door, Dr. Sadeeq was just arriving. They almost collided.

Sadeeq looked at him in surprise and said,

“Hey, are you okay?”

He asked with wide eyes. Umar touched his forehead, then brought his hands together in a brief gesture without saying anything, as if signaling apology, and moved to pass him.

Quickly, Sadeeq stepped in front of him and said,

“Come on, Umar, sometimes you can be very rude, wallahi. I’m asking you a question and you’re just making hand gestures at me like some Indian!”

He said it jokingly, as he was used to teasing him like that—since Umar often found it hard to speak and preferred using gestures instead.

Umar bit his lips slightly and ran his hand through his soft hair calmly before saying,

“Sorry, Sadeeq, I’m in a hurry.”

Concerned, Sadeeq asked,

“Where are you going in such a rush?”

Umar ran his hand through his hair again, feeling like punching Sadeeq, but he knew his friend wouldn’t let him go unless he explained. So, calmly, he said:

“My father called me before we were to enter the theater room. He wants to see me—he said he has something important to tell me. At first, I wanted to cancel going because of how serious he sounded, but he told me that since I had already explained where we were heading, I should come see him at home after we’re done. Since that conversation, my heart hasn’t been at rest—I haven’t been able to calm down. That’s why I have to hurry.”