Yar Sadaka Book 2 Complete Hausa Novel
“Come on now, girl!” Mama said as she gently pushed Yasmeen, who was lying across her lap.
Instead of moving away, Yasmeen hugged her tighter, pouting and whining.
“Mama, wallahi my head hurts. I feel like I can’t ever be apart from you, my mother,” she said, her face carrying a look of worry.
Mama gave her a sweet smile, about to reply, when Daddy entered the room with greetings, saying:
“Mother of the bride, where are you hiding? How could you come into the room with your daughter and leave the guests outside?”
“Welcome, Yasmeen’s daddy,” Mama said with a smile. “Wallahi, since earlier I’ve been struggling with her—she refuses to leave me alone, clinging to me like a baby wanting to nurse.”
Daddy laughed while Yasmeen bent her head down shyly, smiling.
Daddy looked at Mama and said:
“Hajiya, get up, the wedding guests are starting to arrive. I know you’ll want to greet them.”
Immediately, Yasmeen stood up, feeling overjoyed. This was exactly what she had been waiting for since Daddy came in. She giggled as she left the room. Daddy followed her with his eyes and teased:
“My little princess—so today Daddy doesn’t deserve attention?”
Mama only smiled, adjusting her veil and glancing at the pink lace outfit she was wearing.
“Hubby, look at how this dress is almost spoiling me. Mashkur really knows how to match his work.”
Daddy widened his eyes playfully.
“What kind of work is that supposed to mean?”
“The kind you know between a man and his wife. If he doesn’t have patience, one day he’ll just give up if she continues all this pampering,” Mama teased.
Daddy chuckled. “Come on, I’m not so impatient. I’d never harm my own little girl.”
Mama only shook her head and left the room when she heard the knock on the door. Stepping out, she found Aunty Maryam standing there.
“Oh! Aunty Maryam, you’ve arrived? Welcome, welcome.”
“Yes, but look at you—you’re in the room with your husband and daughter while we’ve all been waiting. Everyone has already gathered.”
Mama smiled, apologetic. “Forgive me, aunty. You know Yasmeen—wallahi she’s the one who wasted all my time.”
“Hmm, you people should stop this behavior, both you and her. Marriage is no child’s play,” Aunty Maryam scolded.
Mama didn’t argue, just followed her outside. As soon as they came out, singers and praise-chanters began hailing her. Mama opened her purse right away and started sharing money among them.
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Meanwhile, Yasmeen went into her room, quiet and withdrawn. She didn’t even glance at Mubeena, Zee, and her other friends who had been teasing her since she entered. Instead, she threw herself onto her luxurious bed, hugging a pillow tightly, rolling around.
They burst out laughing until Mubeena came closer, teasing:
“Eh, my friend, what’s with hugging a pillow like it’s your husband? At least hug something real!”
Yasmeen swatted her playfully. “By Allah, leave me alone. I’ve been feeling strange since earlier. Mashkur has been calling me, but I just couldn’t pick up.”
“What kind of strange feeling? Come on, bride, every call from a groom is a treasure,” Zee teased, winking at her.
Yasmeen glared at her. “My husband is not some flirt, so stop with all this nonsense.”
They all burst into laughter again, clinging to each other.
Frustrated, Yasmeen stormed out of the room before they could reduce her to tears. She went straight to Mama’s room, laid down quietly, and began thinking about her beloved—her husband-to-be, Mashkur.
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Later that night, Nijlah sat alone in her room, restless. Nothing brought her comfort; her heart kept racing uncontrollably.
“Oh Allah,” she whispered aloud, holding her head. “What is happening to me?”
For six long minutes she sat deep in thought, wondering where to place Mashkur in her life. His constant presence in her thoughts was wearing her down, especially these past few days when she had no work—only dreams of him.
She held her head with both hands, wanting to cry. But she asked herself, What’s the use of crying? She wished she could erase him from her memory, start fresh. Yet peace wouldn’t come. Finally, hot tears streamed down her cheeks.
The sound of someone entering made her quickly wipe her face and look toward the door.
It was Mujaheed, smiling as he stepped in. His eyes searched her face, trying to read her hidden worries.
Nijlah forced a smile, not wanting him to suspect anything. Before she could think further, Mujaheed was already by her side.
He gazed at her lovingly, so full of pity and passion, that she quickly turned her back to him. “Not me,” she whispered.
He laughed softly, sat beside her, and asked:
“What’s wrong, baby? Why are you sitting alone in here?”
She pouted. “Nothing. I’m fine—just resting.”
He only found her more beautiful, smiling as he said:
“Even I’m tired. Let’s rest together, hmm, my baby?”
Her eyes widened. “Me? No, please, just go back to your room before Aunty Husna sees you.”
Full of playful stubbornness, Mujaheed pulled her close.
“Baby, don’t forget—starting tomorrow you’re mine completely. Why run from me?”
Nijlah melted into his chest, inhaling his familiar scent. Yet, even there, her heart refused to settle—Mashkur’s shadow lingered.
After a while, she tried pulling away. Mujaheed studied her face.
“Baby, your body feels so cold. Is it that you don’t love me? Or are you upset because I didn’t promise a big wedding party?”
She shook her head and sighed. “Wallahi, Mujaheed, I love you dearly. But there’s a knot inside me I don’t know how to untie.” Then she broke into tears.
Quickly, he held her. “What kind of knot? Nijlah, know this—you’ve risen above everything. No one can take you from me. I could cover your head with riches, yet no man would dare touch you.”
She stepped back. “Mujaheed, not everything in life can be solved with money. I used to believe that, back when even five naira was hard for me. But now I see—money without the right path only leads astray.”
He sighed, frustrated. “Ya Allah, Nijlah! Must you always talk like this? You overthink everything. Just let’s marry first—then, if you like, we’ll sort everything else out later.”
She fell silent, staring at him. He cut her off:
“Listen, you’re just a young girl. You know nothing about marriage. Trust me—once we marry, you’ll realize you should’ve done this long ago. I’ll take care of you, make you a star among women. I’ll give you everything I own, and I’ll never let your age be a burden. All I want is for you to be mine forever.”
His words sank deep into her, making her smile shyly despite her trembling heart. For the first time, she allowed herself to nod in acceptance. They spent the rest of the evening chatting sweetly, almost forgetting the storms in her heart.
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In the grand hall, everyone was glowing with joy. Dishes of every variety filled the tables, though no one ate much.
Aunty Lateefah entered, holding a tray of drinks. She sat beside Mummy, saying:
“Mummy, let me serve you something now. Later the house will be crowded with guests—you won’t have time to eat.”
Mummy smiled proudly. “No need, Lateefah. My heart is already full—because my youngest daughter has found her true match.”
“True, Mummy. But still, where’s Nijlah? We haven’t seen her yet.”
“She’ll appear soon,” Mummy replied. “Lateefah, this marriage is our greatest blessing. If she were still here, Mashkur would never settle. As long as he saw her, peace would be impossible.”
Lateefah laughed. “You’re right. Honestly, I’m still surprised—how could such a young girl like Nijlah know jealousy? Allah has truly favored us.”
“Yes,” Mummy agreed. “Now, take those drinks to the other room—I have special guests arriving.”
Lateefah quickly left to welcome them.
Meanwhile, the men’s side was lively too.
“Ango! Groom! You’re glowing—you must’ve bathed in perfume,” someone teased.
Mashkur only smiled. “Since earlier I’ve been calling her, but she hasn’t answered. I wonder where she dropped her phone.”
Nasir laughed. “Come on, you know Yasmeen. She’s probably with her friends, planning tomorrow’s party.”
Mashkur sighed. “True. But honestly, I wish Nijlah were here too. Imagine if she and Yasmeen wore the same outfit—people would see she’s truly married as well.”
Ahmad, who had been quiet, finally spoke:
“Stop wasting your breath. Can’t you see Yasmeen’s madness of jealousy? It’s right in front of you.”
“Exactly, Ahmad,” Nasir added. “Tell him.”
Mashkur only smirked bitterly, then began to speak slowly…
