Tunali Book 2 Hausa Novel Complete
“Innalillahi wa innailaihi raji’un. Sulaiman, please watch over Rayyern for me. Don’t let us lose him; he carries a burden we haven’t yet lifted.”
Dr. Sulaiman held her trembling hand, trying to guide her to sit, but she was overwhelmed by shock. Tears streamed freely down her face, unchecked.
Baba Mau?o rushed to Rayyern’s side, knelt down, and frantically checked his pulse. Rayyern was lying motionless, face down. The old man’s hands shook as he placed them on Rayyern’s neck, his voice quivering as he called out.
“Rayyern! Rayyern!! RAYYANU!!! Muhammad Muhammadu, wake up! Open your eyes, Mau?ona!”
His cries broke into uncontrollable sobs. The sight was harrowing, causing Jannart’s tears to flow even harder.
The shared anguish of Baba Mau?o and Mamy was devastating, their love for Rayyern palpable in their every word and gesture. The tension in the room was suffocating, their anxiety mirrored in their trembling voices and tear-filled eyes.
As for Rayyern, he seemed lost in another world. His body ached with unbearable pain. He heard their desperate voices faintly, but he couldn’t respond. Even as Baba Mau?o’s voice reached him, Rayyern was uncertain whether his lips could move to form words, immobilized by the agony he endured.
Dr. Sulaiman finally managed to settle Mamy onto a chair, speaking softly to comfort her.
“Mamy, Rayyern is breathing. He’s alive. Please calm down. Insha Allah, he will recover. I’ve already given him an injection at the hospital. The pain is beginning to subside, and God willing, it will soon be gone completely.”
As Dr. Sulaiman reassured her, his voice was calm yet firm, trying to restore a sense of hope.
Just then, Abba entered the living room, his steps hurried. He went straight to Baba Mau?o, calling out, “Rayyern.”
Hearing Dr. Sulaiman, he turned toward him.
“Abba, please don’t worry. God willing, he will regain consciousness soon. I’ve treated him; he will recover.”
Abba let out a long, weary sigh and sank into a chair nearby.
Mamy, however, remained inconsolable. Her tears continued to fall as fear consumed her. She couldn’t stop thinking that something terrible might happen to Rayyern, whose pain only seemed to ease when he stood upright.
Jannart, sitting quietly with her head lowered, suddenly felt Rayyern grip her arm with startling strength. His hold was not gentle or playful but desperate, as if seeking a lifeline. The intensity made her body tremble with fear.
Ramadan and Riyyam-nsra entered almost simultaneously, their expressions heavy with dread. Ramadan, especially, knew the weight of the pain everyone felt when Rayyern was in distress.
They started toward him but froze mid-step upon seeing Abba, Baba Mau?o, and Mamy. The scene was unbearable: Baba Mau?o’s tears, Mamy’s grief-stricken face, and Jannart slumped as though lifeless, crying silently.
The tension in Abba’s features was unmistakable, his face a portrait of suppressed fear and anguish. Ramadan’s heart sank, and his body trembled involuntarily, as though the air in the room was suffocating him. The thought that Rayyern might be dead filled him with dread.
Riyyam-nsra, overwhelmed with panic and fear, let out a feeble cry and sank to the ground. He crawled to Rayyern’s feet and laid his head there, his voice weak and quivering as he sobbed.
“Innalillahi wa innailaihi raji’un, Mamy. If death takes him, I will never fulfill your wish. Wayyo Allah! Mamy, I came to see your beloved one, your precious Rayyern.”
Abba, consumed by the tension in the room, couldn’t fully comprehend Riyyam-nsra’s words. The child’s broken cries were barely audible amidst the chaos.
Yet, even in his semiconscious state, Rayyern heard the boy’s faint voice. Though he couldn’t grasp the full meaning of the words, fragments reached his fading awareness, though his mind was too clouded to interpret them.
Dr. Sulaiman approached Riyyam-nsra gently, pulling him into his arms and guiding him to sit. He spoke softly, his tone soothing.
“Riyyam-nsra, don’t cry. Rayyern is still with us. The pain is subsiding. Trust in Allah; he will recover soon.”
