Be patient, for God’s sake, don’t let this eat at your heart and make you sick.Alhaji Isham was the one who scattered the dining table and the food on it. He was ranting like he’d gone mad, as if he hadn’t eaten enough. He didn’t even know Hajiya had already eaten, but to him, that’s it—she’s the woman in charge, yet he puts her down. “You’ll live a life of regret and misery, you foolish, wretched, filthy woman!”And don’t you dare touch my food supplies again. You’ll eat whatever you find, you know how much I’ve spent on them! “So what if she didn’t use your stuff? Should she just sit in your house and live like that? No way!” He felt the sting of her sharp words, tasssss, tasssss, like twin slaps.He turned with fury, huffing, but seeing his mother stand up to confront him made him storm out in a rage. Hajiya Zulaihat called after him, sobbing, but he didn’t look back.She turned to her husband, saying, “Alright, Alhaji, as you wish, that’s how it’ll be, insha Allah. You won’t hear me disobey your orders, insha Allah, I swear. May God keep our love strong.” As she spoke, she walked off, grabbed a broom and mop, and started cleaning where he’d scattered her things. Siddiqa came forward, crying, and took the broom. Nabila grabbed the mop, and they tidied up for their mother, following her as she’d already climbed up to her bedroom.As for Alhaji Isham, he stood there, glaring, until they were out of sight. Then he let out a heavy sigh and shuffled back to his part of the house.When Siddiqa and Nabila entered their mother’s bedroom, they found no trace of her anger, just a calm resolve. They approached, ready to talk, but she cut them off, saying, “Get up and pray, my blessed children, it’s time. We’ll start our Islamic lesson afterward.”So, with heavy hearts, they went to their room, prayed, and returned. In her bedroom, she gave them their Islamic lesson. As they continued chatting, it was as if they hadn’t seen her upset when they first came in. They relaxed, acting like nothing had happened.While they were talking, Nabil stormed in, still fuming over what his father had done to his mother and how she’d reacted. “Mama, good evening,” he said.“Welcome, Nabil, you’re back?” she replied, as if he hadn’t wronged her.“Yeah, I’m back.” “Hey, bro,” he said shortly to his siblings. The girls stood and left, knowing they shouldn’t stay when their brother wanted to speak with their mother. Once they were gone, Hajiya Zulaihat looked at her son calmly and said, “Why did you do what you did earlier to your father, Nabil?” He stayed silent, unable to speak, his head bowed in shame. “I’m not here to scold you, Nabil.”“I’m sorry, Mama, I couldn’t stand how he disrespects you in this house, and you let him do whatever he wants. You follow that old woman’s orders, and she’s the one who makes him slap you. She controls you, and you stop us from speaking up. Now that devil’s back, he’ll curse you like he’s never done before. If you stay in this house, you’ll die!”“Enough, Nabil! What’s it to you, meddling in my issues with my husband, the man I was with before you were born? Whatever he does to me, he has the right over me in everything. So stay out of it! Don’t you dare disrespect him or attempt anything like that again. You’re not some uneducated fool, Nabil. Don’t you know the consequences of disobeying your parents in our faith? Showing disrespect to a parent is shameful. The Prophet (S.A.W) said to obey Allah, His Messenger, and your parents if you want salvation on Judgment Day. Don’t you want that salvation, Nabil, when only Allah and His Messenger can save you?”Tears streamed down his face as he spoke, “I do, I swear, Mama, please forgive me. I made a mistake. My heart couldn’t bear the way he humiliates you, but I won’t do it again, insha Allah. I’ll go now and beg his forgiveness. Please forgive me for disobeying you.”“Masha Allah, Nabil, I’m so pleased, I swear. May God bless your lives, protect you from all evil, human or jinn, and safeguard your marriages from what threatens them. May He guide you to righteousness and grant you children who’ll follow you better than you’ve followed us. Ameen, ya Allah, ameen, my dear, ameeeen, I swear, may God keep you.”“Hhhh, God won’t abandon us, Nabil. You’ve given me so much joy with you all. Go rest now, you’ll need it since you’re traveling to Saudi tomorrow. What time are you leaving?”“12 PM.”“May God get us there safely. Go rest.”“Ameen,” he replied, bidding her farewell before heading to his father’s room.He entered, greeting with salaam. His father responded but didn’t elaborate, knowing Nabil was his favorite among his children, rarely seeing his faults. That’s why his earlier disrespect hadn’t fazed him much.Nabil approached and sat, saying, “Good evening, Fafu.”“Welcome,” his father replied curtly, followed by silence for a few minutes. Then Nabil said, “Fafu, please, for God’s sake, forgive me for what I did earlier. I swear it was the devil’s work, and I regret it. If God wills, I won’t do it again. Forgive me, Fafu, I messed up, for the sake of the Prophet (S.A.W).”“Alright, stand up. May God forgive us all,” his father said.“Ameen, my Fafu, I swear.”“No problem. What time are you leaving tomorrow?”“12 PM.”“May God get you there. But I won’t see you off; I’m traveling to Niger State at 8 AM. We’ll talk when I’m there. Study hard, Nabil, don’t slack off. I’m not worried about where you’re going since I know Aliyu is diligent with your studies. Go, may God bless you.” He handed Nabil his ATM card. Nabil took it, thanking him, and left.
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Waye Mijina 1 Complete Hausa Hausa Novel
Be patient, for God’s sake, don’t let this eat at your heart and make you sick.Alhaji Isham was the one who scattered the dining table and the food on it. He was ranting like he’d gone mad, as if he hadn’t eaten enough. He didn’t even know Hajiya had already eaten, but to him, that’s it—she’s the woman in charge, yet he puts her down. “You’ll live a life of regret and misery, you foolish, wretched, filthy woman!”And don’t you dare touch my food supplies again. You’ll eat whatever you find, you know how much I’ve spent on them! “So what if she didn’t use your stuff? Should she just sit in your house and live like that? No way!” He felt the sting of her sharp words, tasssss, tasssss, like twin slaps.He turned with fury, huffing, but seeing his mother stand up to confront him made him storm out in a rage. Hajiya Zulaihat called after him, sobbing, but he didn’t look back.She turned to her husband, saying, “Alright, Alhaji, as you wish, that’s how it’ll be, insha Allah. You won’t hear me disobey your orders, insha Allah, I swear. May God keep our love strong.” As she spoke, she walked off, grabbed a broom and mop, and started cleaning where he’d scattered her things. Siddiqa came forward, crying, and took the broom. Nabila grabbed the mop, and they tidied up for their mother, following her as she’d already climbed up to her bedroom.As for Alhaji Isham, he stood there, glaring, until they were out of sight. Then he let out a heavy sigh and shuffled back to his part of the house.When Siddiqa and Nabila entered their mother’s bedroom, they found no trace of her anger, just a calm resolve. They approached, ready to talk, but she cut them off, saying, “Get up and pray, my blessed children, it’s time. We’ll start our Islamic lesson afterward.”So, with heavy hearts, they went to their room, prayed, and returned. In her bedroom, she gave them their Islamic lesson. As they continued chatting, it was as if they hadn’t seen her upset when they first came in. They relaxed, acting like nothing had happened.While they were talking, Nabil stormed in, still fuming over what his father had done to his mother and how she’d reacted. “Mama, good evening,” he said.“Welcome, Nabil, you’re back?” she replied, as if he hadn’t wronged her.“Yeah, I’m back.” “Hey, bro,” he said shortly to his siblings. The girls stood and left, knowing they shouldn’t stay when their brother wanted to speak with their mother. Once they were gone, Hajiya Zulaihat looked at her son calmly and said, “Why did you do what you did earlier to your father, Nabil?” He stayed silent, unable to speak, his head bowed in shame. “I’m not here to scold you, Nabil.”“I’m sorry, Mama, I couldn’t stand how he disrespects you in this house, and you let him do whatever he wants. You follow that old woman’s orders, and she’s the one who makes him slap you. She controls you, and you stop us from speaking up. Now that devil’s back, he’ll curse you like he’s never done before. If you stay in this house, you’ll die!”“Enough, Nabil! What’s it to you, meddling in my issues with my husband, the man I was with before you were born? Whatever he does to me, he has the right over me in everything. So stay out of it! Don’t you dare disrespect him or attempt anything like that again. You’re not some uneducated fool, Nabil. Don’t you know the consequences of disobeying your parents in our faith? Showing disrespect to a parent is shameful. The Prophet (S.A.W) said to obey Allah, His Messenger, and your parents if you want salvation on Judgment Day. Don’t you want that salvation, Nabil, when only Allah and His Messenger can save you?”Tears streamed down his face as he spoke, “I do, I swear, Mama, please forgive me. I made a mistake. My heart couldn’t bear the way he humiliates you, but I won’t do it again, insha Allah. I’ll go now and beg his forgiveness. Please forgive me for disobeying you.”“Masha Allah, Nabil, I’m so pleased, I swear. May God bless your lives, protect you from all evil, human or jinn, and safeguard your marriages from what threatens them. May He guide you to righteousness and grant you children who’ll follow you better than you’ve followed us. Ameen, ya Allah, ameen, my dear, ameeeen, I swear, may God keep you.”“Hhhh, God won’t abandon us, Nabil. You’ve given me so much joy with you all. Go rest now, you’ll need it since you’re traveling to Saudi tomorrow. What time are you leaving?”“12 PM.”“May God get us there safely. Go rest.”“Ameen,” he replied, bidding her farewell before heading to his father’s room.He entered, greeting with salaam. His father responded but didn’t elaborate, knowing Nabil was his favorite among his children, rarely seeing his faults. That’s why his earlier disrespect hadn’t fazed him much.Nabil approached and sat, saying, “Good evening, Fafu.”“Welcome,” his father replied curtly, followed by silence for a few minutes. Then Nabil said, “Fafu, please, for God’s sake, forgive me for what I did earlier. I swear it was the devil’s work, and I regret it. If God wills, I won’t do it again. Forgive me, Fafu, I messed up, for the sake of the Prophet (S.A.W).”“Alright, stand up. May God forgive us all,” his father said.“Ameen, my Fafu, I swear.”“No problem. What time are you leaving tomorrow?”“12 PM.”“May God get you there. But I won’t see you off; I’m traveling to Niger State at 8 AM. We’ll talk when I’m there. Study hard, Nabil, don’t slack off. I’m not worried about where you’re going since I know Aliyu is diligent with your studies. Go, may God bless you.” He handed Nabil his ATM card. Nabil took it, thanking him, and left.