Abban Sojoji Takun Karshe Hausa Novel Complete
Certainly! Here's a rewritten version with improved clarity and flow:
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Tofah! Did everyone anticipate the reason Sgr might have had? He calmly turned on his phone, then said, "Come in." His words drew everyone's attention to the entrance of the hall, eager to see who would appear.
Soon, a golden wheelchair rolled in, carrying an elderly man dressed in a pristine white tukuf. His hair was entirely gray—there wasn’t a single black strand left. Even his eyebrows and eyes reflected the same silvery tone. The wheelchair was silently pushed by a young man, adding to the air of mystery. Even Ammi, upon seeing the man in the wheelchair, was utterly stunned. It wasn’t just her—Abba, Gwaggo, and Azeema were equally surprised. After all, they knew this man to be someone who didn’t reside in the country; he lived in Saudi Arabia. Yet, here he was, unexpectedly appearing in their home.
When the young man finally brought the wheelchair closer, Ammi’s suspicion was confirmed. She stood up, her voice trembling as she whispered his name, “Mo… Modibbo.”
The old man looked at her intently, his gaze sharp and knowing. Ammi’s cat-like eyes sparkled with a peculiar mix of joy and uncertainty. She thought to herself, If Modibbo has stepped foot in Nigeria, it can only mean something significant. For Ammi, no one in the world dared challenge her authority—except for him. A wave of doubt crept into her heart. Modibbo was more than just a father figure to her; she had grown up in his arms. He knew her inside out—her strengths, her weaknesses, and even her secrets.
The young man carefully parked the wheelchair, and Modibbo, with the help of his cane, attempted to stand. The family quickly cleared space, and he was assisted onto a sofa in the hall. Everyone greeted him warmly, and though his responses were polite, his face carried an unmistakable seriousness.
Ammi broke the silence, saying, “It’s a pleasure to welcome you. You must be tired from your travels.”
Modibbo’s voice was firm as he replied, “Tired and unwell, yes. But I didn’t come today. I’ve been in this country since yesterday. I came only because of you.”
Ammi froze, her body trembling at his words. Abba quickly sensed the tension and motioned for everyone to leave the room. “Get up, everyone, let’s give them privacy,” he said firmly. One by one, they all rose and left, feeling as though they had touched fire. Those remaining were Ammi, Abba, Hajiya Azeema, General Ishaq, CG Abbas, Uncle Abusufyan, Marshal Omar, and Sgr. Even Jahad, sitting quietly on the floor, stayed behind, observing everything with apprehension.
The atmosphere was heavy with unease. No one truly understood who this old man was, but they were instinctively cautious, especially Ammi, whose behavior had aroused everyone’s curiosity.
Outside the hall, Jahan burst into laughter, clutching his stomach. “They’re right! A demon truly set her heart ablaze in there!” he exclaimed.
Meanwhile, in their father’s bedroom, Junaid found their mother standing in front of a drawer. She was adjusting her long dress and trying to put on a veil. She hadn’t noticed his presence until he approached her from behind, gently hugging her.
“Mommy,” he said urgently, “don’t you know what’s going on in the main hall?”
She sighed, brushing her hand against his cheek. “Romeo, I have nothing to do with what’s happening in there. But why do you look so worried?”
“It’s not Ammi,” he said, frowning. “She’s trying to drive Jahad and the others out of the house.”
His mother’s tone was calm as she replied, “And why does that bother you?”
Junaid’s face hardened. “Mommy, they’re our uncle’s children. Uncle loves us dearly, and we must love them too. They’re family. I don’t want her to push them away. And even if she does, I’ll leave with them!” His voice grew softer as he finished, clearly conflicted.
She cupped his cheek lovingly. “And who told you to leave? If we must, I’ll take you with me. Even if it’s to the U.S., we’ll continue our lives there. But you wouldn’t leave your mommy behind, would you?”
He stomped his foot in frustration. “I’ll follow you, Mommy! But only if Sehrish, Jahad, and Hosanna come with us.”
“Do I have to go with them?” she asked with a teasing smile.
Junaid nodded, his face resolute. She pulled him into a tight hug. “Don’t worry, my dear. Whatever makes you happy, I’ll do. Now sit with me for a bit—I need to discuss something important with you.”
They sat down on the bed together, continuing their private conversation.
