Azaaj Junaid Book 1 Hausa Novel Complete
They traveled a very long distance as if they were leaving the city, before heading to a massive company for refining raw gold called AJ Gold Company. The company doesn't only refine gold but also buys old gold, reshapes it into new models, and sells it. The company gate alone is a sight to behold; one might think it was crafted from gold itself because of how shiny and eye-catching it is.
The numerous securities standing guard quickly provided protection, and two of them opened the gate wide for them. Mr. Richard parked the car near the reception door, and one of the security guards stationed at the entrance hurriedly opened the car door for Azaad Junaid. With his usual stern and dignified demeanor, he nodded at the staff who greeted him. The reception door opened automatically, being made of glass.
He went straight to the elevator that would take him to his office on the 6th floor. Two people followed him closely until they reached his spacious office.
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Amal opened her eyes, prompting Aslamiyya to take a deep sigh of relief. She attempted to lift her, but unfortunately, she couldn’t because her hand felt stiff as if tied with a rope. She burst into heart-wrenching tears, laying her head on Amal’s body, and continued crying. At that moment, Amrah entered the house, carrying a black nylon bag containing some porridge she had bought for breakfast. Before she could complete her greeting, her eyes fell on her siblings lying in the middle of the house. She saw Aslamiyya crying loudly. Without realizing it, she threw the nylon bag in her hand, which hit the wall and spilled the porridge on the floor. She rushed toward them.
Aslamiyya raised her reddened eyes to look at her.
“Subhanallah! What happened? What are you doing here? Why are you crying?”
Amrah bombarded her with questions without waiting for answers.
“It’s Amal. She fainted. I thought she was dead, so I brought her here for Dadda to check on her, but instead, she pushed me out,” Aslamiyya responded.
Amrah sighed deeply, filled with pity for her siblings. How long will it take for Allah to bring an end to this horrible suffering they are enduring? Her constant prayer is for Allah to send someone who would stand as a strong pillar for them, someone who would save them from the misery and torment they are facing.
With her heart burning, she stood Aslamiyya up.
“Stop crying, Miyya. If anything, by now, you should be used to the humiliation we face in this house. If suffering could kill, our chapter would have been erased from this world long ago. But here we are, alive, despite their attempts to end our existence.”
She finished her words and bent down to carry Amal, who lay there breathing weakly. The sickness had reduced her to looking like a four-year-old child instead of her thirteen years. Amrah took her into their room in the house. It’s surprising to see the condition of their room – no one would think living humans stay there – but they were used to it. She laid Amal on a pile of old clothes that served as their bed. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held them back, not wanting Miyya to see them. Despite being the youngest, she was more resilient than Miyya.
Aslamiyya, on the other hand, was gentle and soft-hearted, like fridge-cold water. She had immense patience and never argued no matter what anyone did to her. Her coping mechanism was crying until she got tired and became silent. Her life revolved around tears. Of the three, only Amrah had a different personality. Amal was just like Miyya in character.
Amrah turned to Aslamiyya, who was standing by the door, still crying, and said, “Miyya, will you stop crying already? For Allah’s sake, preserve your tears. Don’t waste them on these evil, heartless people with no trace of faith in their hearts.”
Miyya sniffed back the mucus trying to escape from her nose, wiped it with her fingers, and entered the room. She sat beside Amal and began gently stroking her head. Amal raised her bright eyes to look at their sister, who had become both a mother and father to them. She smiled faintly in an attempt to show strength. Miyya smiled back, tears streaming down her cheecks.
