Amani Book 2 Hausa Novel Complete 

Hajiya Muna had known Amani since the days of her close friendship with Hamidah, a bond that began during their time as students at Ulul Albab Science Secondary School in Katsina. Now, seeing Amani’s face—red from tears and weary from the unfamiliar hardships of a taxi ride—Muna immediately sensed that something was different this time. This wasn’t Amani’s usual visit. Normally, she would arrive in Bauchi by plane, sometimes accompanied by a maid to carry her bags. But today, she appeared disheveled, her bag missing since dawn, and no one had explained what had happened or why she had endured such a grueling journey.

Muna refrained from asking questions, trusting that the truth would reveal itself in time. Instead, she focused on comforting Amani, serving her freshly prepared food with motherly kindness and gentle encouragement until Amani reluctantly ate a little. Yet, the taste of the food felt bland to her, overshadowed by the anger and bitterness she harbored toward Daddy for what he had done.

Amani’s mind churned with conflicting emotions. Despite her anger, she knew deep down that she loved her father in a way she couldn’t deny. The thought of standing against him in a Sharia court broke her heart, even though she was determined to claim her rights. But Mukhtar—no, she could never forgive him. He had agreed to force her into this marriage, and she resolved never to accept him as her husband.

Her thoughts turned to Hamidah. Perhaps Hamidah could help find a solution. If not, Amani was contemplating leaving for Sierra Leone within a week. She imagined searching for her mother, Jalan, through television or radio stations, even using her own photo to aid in the search, despite her foolishness in believing it would work. She clung to the faint hope of finding her mother, whose name was all she had as a clue.

Her resolve hardened as she prepared herself in Hamidah’s room. After bathing and catching up on her prayers, her phone buzzed with an incoming call. It was Mukhtar, his name displayed on the screen. He called twice, but Amani ignored him. Mukhtar hated humiliation, but she didn’t care. Shortly after, Daddy called as well. She ignored him too, shutting her eyes to block out their voices.

Later, Daddy sent a long, pleading text message. He begged her to stop whatever she was planning, asking if she wanted his blood pressure to spike or for him to lose the remaining strength in his body. Amani, however, refused to read the message. She deleted it immediately, knowing it would only hurt her and distract her from her plans.

Calling Hamidah, she thanked her for the warm welcome she had received from Hajiya Muna. “Mama’s kindness touched me,” she said, her voice breaking. “But Hamdy, tell me—how could anyone force you into marriage while Mama is alive? Even if it’s with a house servant?” Tears streamed down her face as she spoke.

Hamidah’s tone was firm but understanding. “Sahiba, be careful with your words. How can you reduce him to just a servant because he works for Daddy and earns a salary? Do you understand what worship means? Serving honestly is a form of worship, but worship itself is reserved for God alone.

“Remember, Allah has honored humanity above all other creatures. Don’t belittle anyone, especially Mukhtar. He is now your husband, married to you in accordance with Islam. Whether or not you love him doesn’t change that fact. Be mindful of your words and actions toward him, as everything is being recorded for the Hereafter. Show respect, Sahiba, for the dignity of others, no matter their position.”

Hamidah’s words left Amani silent, her emotions swirling as she grappled with the weight of her situation.