Abban Sojoji Book 2 Hausa Novel Complete
He began to speak calmly, his tone measured. “Just two questions. Who are you, and what’s your phone number?”
Sehrish’s voice trembled as she replied, “I’m not a stranger, and no one sent me...”
He interrupted her, his voice steady but firm. “Let’s take this slowly. I don’t understand very well.”
Gathering herself, she corrected her tone. “My name is Sehrish. No one sent me, and I didn’t mean to harm anyone. I’m just working to make money...”
Before she could finish, his voice cut through her words like a blade, cold and demanding. “I asked, who sent you?”
Sehrish calmed herself, taking a deep breath. “Allah is my witness, no one sent me. I didn’t mean any harm. They’re my brother’s children. They’re sick, hospitalized, and need money for treatment. I applied for a job at a hajiya’s house to help them...”
She fought to keep tears at bay as she explained her story, baring the truth without holding back. She confessed why she had disguised herself as a man, her reasons dripping with desperation. As she spoke, she feared his judgment, unsure of what decision he might make.
The man remained silent, his expression unreadable. After a long pause, he turned away and entered his bedroom. Moments later, he returned, holding his phone. He sat on the sofa and looked at Sehrish intently.
"Are they here?" he asked. “What’s the name of the state and the hospital they were admitted to? And the date?”
Sehrish’s voice quivered as she answered, "Hosana Sayyad and Jahad Sayyad were admitted to FMC Katsina..." She provided the admission date without hesitation, the details etched in her memory.
He typed the information into his phone and made a call. The line rang, and the call was answered quickly. Sehrish watched him as he spoke, her body tense. The person on the other end was none other than the Chief Medical Officer. The man relayed the children’s names and asked for their medical details. Without delay, the officer retrieved their files, recognizing the names immediately as those of children Omar had previously helped.
The Chief Medical Officer sent all the necessary information via WhatsApp, including their medical records and details about their condition. The man checked the files on his phone, confirming Sehrish’s story.
His demeanor softened slightly, though his voice remained firm. “You’re not guilty of any crime. But the mistake you made was stepping into the male world, dressing like a man, which is forbidden in Islam. Do not repeat this.”
Sehrish’s voice shook as she promised, “I won’t do it again.”
He nodded, his tone final. “Good. From now on, I don’t want to see you in that attire again. You may go.”
Her eyes widened in surprise, unable to believe his words. As she left, her heart swelled with relief and gratitude. She couldn’t contain her joy, her face alight with hope and thankfulness. Sehrish felt as though she’d been given a second chance, a moment of grace that lifted her spirit.
The man, meanwhile, returned to his dinner, but a sense of peace settled over him as well, the night closing with the quiet power of understanding and mercy.
