Rayuwa Da Macijiya Book 1 Hausa Novel Complete
Seeing the chain around the baby's neck, with the name "JODA" engraved on it, Inna Wuro smiled warmly. “Of course, your name is Joda,” she said softly, “but from today, you will be called DU’A. You are the one God has sent to bring us hope and blessings in this village of Gembiza.”
Overwhelmed with emotion, Inna Wuro lifted the child high and declared, “This girl shall be called DU’A from now on.” Her words resonated with the villagers, who erupted in joy and unity, exclaiming, “Welcome to the village of Gembiza, Du’a! We are honored to have you here. May God grant you a bright future and protect us all. No matter what, we will stand by you until our last breath.”
The village was filled with happiness as they celebrated this momentous occasion. The rain that had been absent for years began to fall, soaking the arid land. The village head, astonished, proclaimed, “This must be a gift from God! For years, we’ve struggled without water, but the arrival of this baby girl has brought us rain. She is a child of fortune, a blessing to our land, and her presence will surely bring prosperity to Gembiza.”
Though they did not know where the baby had come from or who her parents were, they were certain her arrival marked a turning point for the village. Praises filled the air as the villagers hurried back home, joyful and hopeful. They gathered their jars to collect the flowing water, washed the baby, and dressed her in beautiful Fulani attire, which seemed to fit her perfectly.
The next day, Ard’o and his friends went hunting as usual. One of them noticed something extraordinary—grass had begun to sprout in the fields. “Do you see this?” Ard’o exclaimed. “For years, these fields have been barren, but today, grass has started growing!”
The others responded with praise and gratitude to God. Ard’o continued, “We can finally plant again. Thank God, after years of drought, our fields are fertile once more.” The village imam added, “God’s power is beyond measure. We can only thank Him for bringing us to this day, a day that has brought joy to everyone in Gembiza.”
Meanwhile, Inna Wuro continued caring for the woman who had been found in a long coma. Dije asked her, “Inna Wuro, when do you think she’ll recover?”
Inna Wuro sighed and replied, “That is in God’s hands, Dije. For now, we can only care for her and pray. Recovery takes time, but she will heal when God wills it.”
Dije nodded, “You’re right, Inna Wuro. Let’s do our part and leave the rest to God.”
Smiling, Inna Wuro said, “She is like one of our own. We will treat her with the same love and care we give our children. The people of this village will support her, and I will do my best to ensure she feels at home.”
After Dije left the hut, Inna Wuro turned her attention to Du’a, holding the little girl close. “Du’a,” she whispered, “I promise you will grow up with love and care. I will give you the life you deserve, one that even your own parents could not have given you. I love you deeply, my daughter.” She hugged her tightly, her heart brimming with affection.
Five Years Later
Du’a grew into an intelligent and beautiful child. She excelled in her studies, mastering both Western and Islamic education. Her unique abilities and striking features caught the attention of everyone in the village.
One day, as she approached the village headman’s hut, her beauty and grace left everyone in awe. Though only five years old, her presence commanded respect. She walked confidently to where the headman sat, her ash-colored eyes reflecting her extraordinary nature.
“She is truly a rare gem,” the headman murmured, watching her approach. “Du’a, the flower of Gembiza, you are a blessing beyond words.”
