Taurin Zuciya Return Complete Hausa Novel
The family members are in a spacious dining room, furnished with a beautiful dining table and ten chairs, all of which are white. The table is laden with various items, including snacks, fruits, juice, water, and assorted dishes.
I noticed Ummi sitting on a chair, engrossed in her phone. There are four young men present, and an older man who is watching them. His gaze lingered on one, and I realized it was Rayan. Despite the years that have passed, he has aged slightly and gained some weight, but he remains the same at heart, with that familiar demeanor.
I also saw a handsome young man sitting to Rayan's right. He resembles Aylan, with striking blue eyes and dark black curly hair, and a similar build. At first glance, I thought it was Aylan, but he is slightly younger. Slowly, he turned to Ummi, who was facing him, and said, "Ummi, go call Mummy, she hasn't come out yet." He spoke as if it was urgent.
However, she didn't move or respond to him. She just sat there, staring at him with those captivating blue eyes, not blinking. Rayan was about to speak when he leaned back in his chair and said, "Let Jan go call her." He stood up and started walking out of the dining room.
As he left, he passed by a young man sitting next to the younger one and said, “A person should only desire greatness like the dollar. Leave your pride at the headquarters; here, there are those who can humble you.”
Slowly, the younger one stood up and extended his hand to Ummi, saying, “Please come with me.”
She stood up, turned around, and placed her hand on his shoulder as they left the dining room together. Only three remained: Junior and two other young men whose faces I couldn't see clearly.
They headed straight to the room where Nihal had gone earlier in the morning. Rayan entered the bedroom. As they walked in, he turned to Ummi and said, "Be quiet and listen." He released her hand, and they stood by the bedroom door.
Rayan entered the bedroom, greeting softly. He saw Nihal sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a laptop, with tears streaming down her face as if a faucet had been turned on.
Slowly, Rayan approached and sat beside her. He took the laptop from her hands, placed it aside, and gently held her face, saying, “Sister, how long will this go on? Aren't you tired of coming into the room every day to cry alone?”
A soft sob escaped her as she replied, “Rayan, I can't help it. I swear, why did he leave me? Why did death have to take him? What did I do to deserve this? I feel like I killed him myself. I can't rest; life feels meaningless without him. Now he's gone, leaving me forever.”
Gently, Rayan pulled her into his arms and hugged her, saying, “That's enough, sister, please. Stop hurting your heart. If he knew the state you're in, he wouldn't be at peace. If Ummi sees you like this, what would you tell her?”
Quickly, she interrupted him, saying, “They are in the same state. I know them well; I've lived with Daddy long enough. But I can't fill his place in their lives. I can't uphold the trust he left me with. If he knew how Ummi is feeling, you of all people know how much he loved her, more than anyone else. But now, look at the state she's in. I even have to force her to pray. I know if he were alive and saw how his mother has become, his heart would break. It's all my fault. I failed to raise her properly. He left me with what he valued most in his life, but I squandered it. Rayan, I feel like I'm dead too. I wish I could join him.”
Slowly, the younger one pushed the door open and entered, saying, “Mummy, do you want to leave us?”
Quickly, Nihal hid her face in Rayan's chest, her sobs growing louder. He continued to comfort her, kneeling in front of her and holding her hands, saying, “Mummy, please stop crying. I don't like seeing you like this.”
