Kufan Wuta Book 1 Hausa Novel Complete
They did not enter the house until after the Isha prayer. They had been studying with the teacher alongside his students, Alim carrying a black plate with a bowl of hot soup, cabbage, and an assortment of spices.
Iman, meanwhile, was sitting at the edge of the mat with their mother, who was eating after finishing her prayers. Iman, however, didn’t touch her side dish. Her mother often ate it instead, as Iman had little interest in food. She was one of those children who disliked eating so much that her mother sometimes had to place a plate beside her and coax her to eat. This lack of appetite had taken its toll, leaving her frail and without the energy typical of her age.
When Alim greeted them upon arrival, Iman rose from her bed. He walked over, sat beside her, and handed her the lid of the awara container. A smile lit up her face as she took it from him, saying, "Thank you, Alim." He smiled back without a word. As she moved toward the kitchen, presumably to fetch a plate for the awara, their connection was evident in the exchange.
At the same time, Inna looked up and placed a hand on Alim's shoulder. "Sit down, Aminu," she said calmly. He removed his slippers and sat beside her.
"Why do you always indulge her whims? Why do you waste your money on her all the time? And now, what about the daambu that I won’t get to eat, Inna?" she teased, though her tone carried genuine concern.
Alim smiled and replied softly, “Mom, we must give her a chance. If we don’t, who will? She never asks for anything extravagant; just small things that bring her joy. And isn’t that worth it?”
Inna sighed, knowing Alim’s love and care for Iman were unparalleled. Despite their kindness and generosity to him over the years, the affection he showed Iman was special. She often marveled at his selflessness, how he prioritized others' happiness over his own, always striving to support his family. A hardworking and humble young man, Alim had never shown a trace of laziness or greed.
"Shikena," Inna finally said, “May Allah guide you and bless your efforts.”
"Ameen, Mother. Ameen," he responded, his heart warmed by her prayers. He valued them deeply, as they reminded him of the mother he lost before he was old enough to remember her. Yet, Allah had blessed him with a new family—a bond he had never expected but cherished dearly.
From her seat, Inna watched as Alim shared the awara with Iman, breaking it into small pieces and feeding her as they talked. Their bond was undeniable, a connection that went beyond mere family ties.
Closing her eyes, Inna reflected on Alim’s words: "Even with wealth, no one knows its true purpose except Allah." She recalled the day he entered their lives, becoming one of them and earning a place in their hearts.
Malam Ibrahim Khalili was his full name, a man born in Maiduguri to a family of scholars who cherished education. His family’s legacy was rooted in learning, passed down through generations. Though Malam Khalili had lost his mother early, he and his siblings carried on their father's scholarly tradition, embodying the values of knowledge and perseverance.
