Duniya Biyu Book 1 Hausa Novel Complete
At around 12:45, he left the hospital where doctors and qualified nurses were present. Typically, whenever he visited, it was to perform a surgery or address critical issues requiring his attention. Passing by his office on the way out, he noticed his phone ringing on the table where he'd left it. Stopping briefly, he glanced at the screen and saw Ilham's name displayed. Ignoring it for the moment, he headed into the private room attached to his office.
He entered the bathroom, washed up, and got dressed in a suit. Just as he stepped out, the phone rang again. This time, he picked it up, saw that it was his mother, Ammi, calling, and answered the call.
"Are you okay, son?" she asked.
He hesitated, unsure how to respond. Sensing his silence, Ammi continued, “Anyway, your younger brothers Abdul and Hasim have come by. They’ve already visited the mosque and asked if everything for the hall is ready.”
He replied slowly, “I’ll go to the mosque now, then head home.”
Ammi didn’t say much else and hung up. He exited his office and walked to the parking lot, where his driver was chatting with some workers. Noticing him, the driver quickly opened the car door. He got in, and they drove off. He didn’t bother searching for Arham, knowing they’d meet later since he was preoccupied with various responsibilities for the day.
As they neared their neighborhood, he saw their house bustling with people gathered near the entrance. He paused and dialed Ammi’s number. She picked up after two rings, and before he could speak, she said, “Dan Yaro, where are you?”
"I'm outside," he replied hesitantly. “I can’t come in; there are too many people.”
Laughing, she teased, “Oh, so you’re scared of people now? Big man like you, afraid of crowds! Tell your driver to take you to the back gate—it’s open.”
He sighed, "Okay, Mom," and ended the call. He instructed the driver to circle around to the back gate. Upon arriving, they saw Abdul and Hasim waiting for them, cheering loudly, "Ango! Ango!" They were younger than him, shorter but full of energy. They opened the gate and greeted him warmly as the driver parked the car.
He stepped out, waved at them, and smiled briefly. Hasim teased, "Waleed, hurry up and change. Your wife is waiting for you!" Without engaging, he went straight inside, leaving his brothers in the living room making noise.
In the bedroom, he removed his clothes, showered, and got dressed in a light gray shadda. Despite the dim light, he prepared meticulously, applying oil and spraying on cologne. A soft knock at the door caught his attention. A tall, older woman entered—his elder sister, Adda. She smiled warmly, standing in the doorway for a moment before stepping closer.
“Wow, look at you, my handsome brother,” she said affectionately. “I wish our father were alive to see this day.” She took the perfume from his hand and sprayed it on him, all the while observing his serious expression. Realizing something was on his mind, she set the bottle down, placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, and guided him to sit on the bed.
Sitting beside him, she spoke gently, “Waleed, you are everything to me. You’ve grown into a fine man, just as our father would’ve wanted. I raised you, and seeing you like this fills my heart with pride.” Her voice softened, and she continued sharing heartfelt memories of their family, offering him the reassurance and encouragement he needed for the day ahead.
