Dama Ta Book 1 Hausa Novel Complete
She raised her voice, addressing Nabil firmly: “Let’s put aside hatred and the accusations your father’s family has made against us. I told the girl’s daughter, ‘You claim the reason we refused is because of this house. For six years, I have been married without giving birth. What difference will another marriage make? Look at me—I gave birth to my child while in a rival’s household. Maybe the woman who bore you faced the same.’”
She continued, her tone rising: “I lived with my husband for three months in this house without conceiving, but by God’s grace, Halima got pregnant. I prayed, and God blessed me too. We are planning to witness this for Hadim, the rival.”
Then, her voice softened as she added, “Maybe it’s just not your time. Continue to pray. We will support you as best we can.”
Despite their attempts to reason with themselves, they failed to find a solution. Feeling resigned, they left together. Ummi got into Kamal’s car while Hanif, Hadim, Nabil, and his wife rode together.
As they drove, Hadim remarked, “Now, my star, you’re really getting married.”
Nabil turned to glance at her but said nothing. He quickly looked away, his silence betraying his worry. The group refrained from further conversation until they reached home.
Upon arriving, Nabil went straight to their bedroom, placing his phone on the bed before heading to the bathroom. He poured water over himself, cooling off from the tension. When he came out, he found his wife laughing at something on his phone.
Curious, he approached her. “What’s so funny?” he asked softly.
She handed him the phone, still giggling. The screen showed a video of a drunken girl, struggling to speak coherently. “This girl,” she began, “I saw her on the road earlier. She was so out of it, I laughed when she called herself an old woman. She doesn’t realize her father’s student wouldn’t even consider marrying her.”
Nabil chuckled lightly but quickly grew somber. His heart sank as he thought about their own struggles and how money often dictated people’s choices.
Breaking his thoughts, she continued, “You know, my star, I’ve done everything I could for us. I even researched solutions, but nothing seems to work.”
Nabil sighed deeply. “Sometimes, things don’t go as planned, no matter how hard we try,” he said while dressing.
She replied, “I’ve even offered my number to people who might help us. I forgot to mention the money I spent trying to fix things. I feel sorry for us, Nabil.”
Tears welled in her eyes as she walked over to him, applying oil to his hands. “The solution your mother suggested—don’t let it become a burden to me,” she whispered.
Nabil stood silently, opening the wardrobe to take out his robe for prayers. He didn’t respond, instead preparing himself mentally for the evening prayer.
She, too, retreated to the bathroom, gathering herself. When she emerged, she found him praying. Afterward, she dressed herself, smoothing her clothes before sitting by his side.
“Nabil,” she began, “let’s talk seriously. I’ve been here for a week, and this girl we’re discussing—this situation—it’s consuming me.”
Nabil looked at her calmly. “What is it you want to know? You’ve been talking, and I’ve been listening.”
She hesitated before saying, “I suggested adopting a child from the orphanage, but you refused.”
Nabil frowned. “I won’t pick a child whose origin we can’t trace. I can’t handle such uncertainty. If God blesses us, we’ll have our own child. But taking in a child whose history we know nothing about? I can’t agree to that.”
Her voice cracked as she replied, “So you’d rather I die childless? I’m exhausted, Nabil. I’ve pleaded, but nothing changes.”
Nabil’s tone softened, but his resolve remained. “Let’s put our faith in God. If it’s meant to be, it will happen. Until then, we should stop forcing solutions that may only lead to regret.”
She sighed, tears streaming down her face, as she muttered, “May God bless us both and ease this pain.”
