Rayuwar Rayhana Book 4 Hausa Novel Complete
They landed at Chicago's main airport under a relentless downpour. Neither Ibraheem nor Rayhanah exchanged a word during the journey. Rayhanah’s heart remained distant, untouched by the love and support Ibraheem had shown toward her education. This education, which she had pursued with relentless effort, was the foundation of her life, the core of her identity, and her greatest achievement.
Her father’s words echoed in her mind, words she clung to as a reminder of her humble roots: she was no one’s privileged daughter, just the granddaughter of a poor man, striving to carve out her path in life. For Rayhanah, education was not just a goal—it was her salvation, a means to rise above her circumstances and to someday contribute meaningfully to society.
Even now, she could not accept Ibraheem as her husband, nor could she muster any affection for him. Her heart had long belonged to Yaya Khalifa, and though she had tried to move on, the void he left remained unfilled. Ibraheem, despite his kindness, could not bridge that gap.
The shock of being with Ibraheem deepened when he unlocked the doors of a luxurious American villa. They had arrived in a chauffeur-driven ambulance, far grander than anything she had seen, even in Singapore. Exhaustion weighed heavily on her, but not enough to keep her from offering her prayers.
While Ibraheem was outside, greeting his Sri Lankan hosts and sending them on their way, Rayhanah curled up on a chair in the living room, still dressed in her travel clothes. She didn’t even ask for a bedroom. Wrapped in a thin scarf for warmth, her fatigue was evident.
Ibraheem stood silently, observing her from a distance. His Armani trousers and thick black winter coat reflected his polished appearance, but his mind was preoccupied with memories of the past twelve years. Rayhanah had always been sensitive and devoted to her father, patient with Abida’s harshness, loving toward Azizah, and obedient to Mami. He had always known Mami cared for her deeply, so why had she opposed her marriage to Khalifa?
The answer came swiftly: Khalifa was already married, a reality written long ago in the divine decree. As Ibraheem watched her sleep, he couldn’t help but question his feelings. What was it about Rayhanah that captivated him? She wasn’t conventionally beautiful, yet her strength and resilience stood out. Not every man could understand her worth, but Ibraheem did—he saw in her a rare depth that few could appreciate.
Rayhanah wasn’t the perfect woman society might expect. She wasn’t wealthy, flamboyant, or overly indulgent. She didn’t fit the mold of an open-minded, highly educated, or polished woman. Yet, Ibraheem had come to value her for who she was, imperfections and all. In his heart, she fulfilled 80% of what he sought in a life partner.
He realized that their union wasn’t a result of his efforts, choices, or ambitions—it was simply destiny, a matter ordained by God. Whether or not Rayhanah accepted him, Ibraheem was resolved to follow the path that had been written for them.
