Fadeelah Book 1 Hausa Novel Complete
Muhammad glanced at his father, smiled, and walked toward the bride’s bedroom.
However, before Muhammad could reach the door, Mai began experiencing sudden blood clots. Panic overtook him as he rushed into the room, trembling uncontrollably. His body jerked as if in a frantic dance, his breathing halted, and he collapsed to the floor.
In the hall, Alhaji Sagir noticed the silence and turned to Hajiya Baturiya. “Have you heard from the kids? They’re awfully quiet. I don’t think we should wait any longer; it seems like they’ve forgotten about us. Call his phone for us—the silence is too unsettling,” he suggested.
Hajiya Baturiya nodded, and Alhaji Sagir called Muhammad’s phone three times, but there was no response. Frustrated, he turned to her and said, “This boy has completely forgotten about us. I don’t understand why he isn’t answering.”
Before Alhaji Sagir could say more, Hajiya Baturiya noticed drops of blood on the floor. Fear gripped her as she followed the trail, unable to even utter a word. She pushed the bedroom door open—and what she saw made her scream.
Running out of the room in terror, Hajiya Baturiya’s screams echoed through the house. Alarmed, Alhaji Sagir grabbed her, his heart racing. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asked, but she was too shaken to respond. She pointed toward the room, her eyes wide with fear, trembling uncontrollably.
Alhaji Sagir, sensing something was gravely wrong, held her hand firmly and guided her back toward the bedroom. Despite her resistance and frantic shaking of her head, he pushed open the door.
What he saw froze him in his tracks—Hafsat lay motionless in a pool of blood, her throat slit like a sacrificial lamb. Hajiya Baturiya cried out, clutching herself as tears streamed down her face.
Alhaji Sagir knelt beside Hafsat, shaking her lifeless body. “Hafsat! Hafsat! Who did this to you? Get up and tell us who did this!” Overcome with grief, he grabbed his phone, calling someone in blind panic.
“Come with the police! Hafsat has been killed!” he shouted into the phone.
On the other end, Usman, startled by his father’s frantic tone, asked, “Daddy, what’s going on? Are you okay? What happened?” But Alhaji Sagir, too distraught to explain, simply repeated, “Bring the police—Hafsat has been murdered.”
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KADUNA GOVERNOR’S CITY
Fadeela sat at home, lost in thought about her unemployment, helping her mother with house chores. Despite her efforts, the worry weighed heavily on her heart.
Her parents were sitting together in the living room when her father turned to her mother and said, “Do you remember Sale, the fishmonger? His son came to the market today to seek permission to visit Fadeela. He’s a smart and decent boy.”
Fadeela’s mother nodded thoughtfully, adding, “Yes, I know him. There’s nothing wrong with the boy. He’s respectful and hardworking.”
Meanwhile, Fadeela sat quietly, reading a book. Her mother entered the room and sat beside her. Noticing this, Fadeela put the book down, curious about what her mother wanted to say.
After a moment of silence, her mother asked gently, “Fadeela, is there someone you’re considering? I mean... for marriage?”
Surprised, Fadeela looked at her mother, unsure of how to respond.
Her mother continued, “Your father said you might be seeing visitors today. I know the boy he’s talking about—he’s intelligent, calm, and well-behaved. When he comes, welcome him warmly.”
Fadeela, still processing the sudden news, simply nodded. “Alright, Mom.”
Later, she received a message from her father instructing her to come outside and meet the visitors.
