Sakayyah 2 Hausa Novel Complete
In a weak voice, Moddibo continued:
“The teacher tied him up and placed his phone in front of him, making him watch as we tried to call him. He had no right to answer it. He said we would come and pick it up ourselves.”
He closed his eyes, his heart still pounding, and added:
“They tied him up in such a way that he could see the way out, but he wasn’t allowed to call anyone for help. They made sure he could see our calls, but he had no right to answer them.”
Jujjuya turned his head, his face pale, as if all his tears had been drained.
"Dauresa," he said faintly, “they made it so he couldn’t even call his father. Death, pain, and suffering—they killed him out of jealousy.”
He couldn’t continue. Instead, he broke down into a loud, agonized cry that seemed to steal his breath. He collapsed and fainted once more.
In a panic, Mr. Ardo jumped up and called for the doctors, informing them of the situation. The medical team rushed in and began emergency treatment. After a struggle, and by the grace of God, they managed to revive him. The doctor then administered a sedative injection to help him rest.
Mr. Ardo straightened up and stepped outside while dialing a number. Lamido answered the call.
"This child has been through so much," Mr. Ardo said gravely. “He's in deep shock. Every time he wakes up, he calls Jameelu's name, and then faints again.”
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At Abba’s house, he sat on the floor clutching his phone, motionless since their return. Hours passed as he sat, staring at the box containing Jameelu’s body. Finally, he whispered:
“Fatima.”
Ummi, startled, replied, “Abban Jameel?”
In a trembling voice, he repeated, “Fatima.”
"Yes," she answered, her voice breaking.
He lowered his gaze and said again, “Fatima.”
Ummi felt her heart shatter under the weight of his grief and responded, “Yes, Abban Jameel. Please tell me why—why did this happen to our Jameelu?”
Abba sighed deeply, then hung up and dialed Mr. Ahmad’s number.
When Mr. Ahmad answered, Abba said, “Teacher, please bring Fatima and her children.”
Confused and alarmed, Mr. Ahmad stood up from his bed and asked, “What happened, Alhaji Bashir? Tell me.”
Abba shook his head, biting his lips. “Jameelu’s body... it’s here, in front of me.”
Mr. Ahmad was struck with grief. He leaned against the wall and recited, “Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un. Allahumma ajirni fi musibati wa akhlifli khairan minha.”
Abba ended the call and turned to leave the living room. He found Ummi holding her phone, trying to hide her tears.
"Fatima, are you alright?" he asked softly.
Ummi slowly turned to face him. “A few days ago, you called me, Abban Jameel, but then the call disconnected. When I tried again, the line was busy.”
He swallowed hard, struggling to mask his emotions. “Don’t worry. Let’s go see what’s happening.”
She nodded, and together they headed out. Abba signaled Bashir and Asma’u to follow, and they left.
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When they arrived, they found Hajiya Turai, Hajiya Karima, and Karima’s children weeping uncontrollably.
"Abban Jameel, what’s going on?" Ummi asked, her voice trembling as she stepped forward.
Abba raised his eyes slowly, and upon seeing Ummi, his tears flowed freely. He could say nothing, only cry like a helpless child.
Panicked, Ummi turned to Hajiya Turai, whose loud cries echoed in the room. “What happened? Someone, tell me!”
Her body began to tremble as she looked around. Bashir and Asma’u, standing nearby, broke into tears when they saw Jameelu’s younger brother sobbing.
Malam Ahmad approached Ummi gently and said, “Fatima, please sit down.”
Ummi shook her head vehemently. “I won’t sit! Not until someone tells me what’s going on.”
Lamido stepped forward and said calmly, “Jameelu’s mother, please, be patient. Sit down.”
She turned to him, her voice breaking. “You want me to sit? Why should I sit?”
Lamido nodded, his voice steady. “Yes, sit down.”
Reluctantly, she sat, tears streaming down her face, as the weight of the tragedy loomed heavy over the room.
