Rana Daya Book 1 Hausa Novel Complete
Munnir said, "God has assured us of everything," and followed it with a resounding "Amen." He dropped his companion at their house's door and then drove to his own house in Kwarbai, Zaria town. The house was enormous, and its grandeur hinted at royalty, possibly the venue of opulent dinners.
After arriving, Munnir fetched his phone from the car and entered the living room. There, Hajiya was seated on the couch while Badi'a massaged her leg with hot oil. He settled on the rug in front of her and greeted, “Good evening, Hajiya. How are you?”
Badi'a quickly stood up, responding, "Good evening, Yaya. Welcome!" Munnir acknowledged her with a nod and exchanged pleasantries with Hajiya, who asked, “Shatima, are you back?”
"Yes, Hajiya, I am back," he replied. “I have work to do at home.”
"Are you going to work on your laptop?" she asked.
"Yes," he confirmed.
"Alright," Hajiya said. “I'll have food sent to your room. Would you like Burabusko?”
"Yes, Hajiya," he replied.
"There’s also lemon juice if you’d like," she offered.
"That’s fine. Thank you, Hajiya," he said, excusing himself to his room.
Hajiya then called out to Badi'a, instructing her to inform the kitchen to prepare a meal for him. Mother from the kitchen asked if zobo or cold lemon water should accompany the meal. Hajiya decided on cold water and lemon, remarking that he wouldn’t drink anything else unless served herself.
In his room, deeply engrossed in his work, Badi'a knocked and brought in his meal. Though tempted to eat, he prioritized finishing his tasks, muttering, "Even if I were married, I’d still be told to keep working." As the Maghrib prayer time approached, he paused, ate quickly, freshened up, and went to the mosque. Arriving late, he joined the last prayer unit.
Afterward, his thoughts wandered to visiting Wada Hill, where his grandfather resided, but he also reflected on his father’s constant complaints about neglecting visits to his grandmother. While heading there, his eyes fell on Aliya's house, stirring old memories. Though her chapter seemed closed, he murmured, “May God’s grace reach you wherever you are, Aliya.”
At Kaka’s house, she expressed her displeasure at his delayed visit. "Even seeing you once would make me happy," she lamented.
He apologized, explaining, “I’ve been busy, Grandma. The government gave me this job, and I’m still settling in.”
She replied, “So, it’s not Aliya’s absence weighing on you?”
With a pained smile, he said, “Grandma, I’ve made peace with my heart. Didn’t you even support Baba when he suggested I marry Nafisa?”
"Who’s Nafisa?" she asked. “I wasn’t even consulted. She’s bright and knowledgeable, though.”
He admitted, “Grandma, I’ve been considering marrying two women at once. Do you think that’s possible?”
"Religion permits it," she replied. “Neither your parents nor I can object. But what about Aliya?”
"Aliya?" he said. “She has two children now, doesn’t she?”
Grandma shook her head. “She didn’t marry anyone.”
Shatima stood up in disbelief. "She didn’t marry?" he repeated.
"She’s at the house where she vowed to wait for you," Grandma said, her voice firm.
"Stop joking with me!" he exclaimed.
"This is no joke," she replied. “Maryam has been visiting often. Call her and confirm.”
Maryam entered the room, greeted him, and left to bring him food and water. Meanwhile, Shatima sat lost in thought, his heart pulling him in conflicting directions. When the food arrived, he declined, saying, “I haven’t eaten in a while, Grandma. Let her call Aliya for me, so I can settle this once and for all.”
