Abdul Jalal Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Under the Scorching Sun
 
It was around two o’clock in the afternoon in the city of Kaduna, a time when the sun was blazing fiercely. Some people were busy with their daily activities, while others had withdrawn to rest. She walked slowly, as if she did not feel the heat of the day at all. Dressed in her uniform, she passed through the narrow streets of their neighborhood until she arrived at a certain residence located within a housing estate occupied by both the wealthy and the reserved elite.
 
At the gate of their house, she met a black luxury car. On seeing the vehicle, she smiled and hurried into the house. From the courtyard, she began greeting everyone—her uncles and her father. There was joyful excitement and a beautiful young girl, along with a dignified man seated on one of the chairs in a modestly furnished parlour. Beside him sat a young woman on the floor; from her looks, one could easily tell she was the girl’s mother, as they closely resembled each other.
 
She knelt down respectfully to greet the man, and he responded warmly. She told him school was fine and that they had been given a holiday after finishing their mock exams, and she would soon enter SS1. He smiled and said, “Masha Allah, so our little girl has grown.” He then said she should get ready because later they would travel together to spend the holiday.
 
She turned to her mother and said she would be leaving that day, meaning her mother would be sleeping alone. Her mother only sighed softly. Though she was unhappy about her daughter being far from her, she could not object because of the love Alhaji Imam showed the girl, who was his niece. As for the girl, she was happy—if nothing else, she would at least get two days’ rest from her mother’s constant scolding.
 
Around five o’clock in the evening, they arrived in Kano, at Dabo Jalla Babbar Hausa, Sharada NNDC Quarters, where Alhaji Imam’s house was located. It was a large, modernly built house, beautifully arranged. The children of the house rushed out to welcome their father, greeting him warmly. Seeing him with his guest filled them with joy. Nana held her hand happily, saying how enjoyable the holiday would be, and hugged her tightly as they entered the house.
 
The lady of the house welcomed them, saying they had received a special guest. Jalilah smiled, knelt down to greet her, and was warmly answered. Nana then took her to her room, telling her to freshen up so they could sit and chat after a long time apart.
 
By eight o’clock at night, the family gathered for dinner. From the doorway, they heard a young man’s voice jokingly saying he was seeing someone who looked like a village girl. He was not more than twenty-two years old. Laughter filled the room. She quickly replied that she was not a village girl. He smiled and said, “Alright then, city girl.” Nana explained that she had just arrived with her father. The young man said that was good, and they continued chatting happily.
 
A Troubled Young Man
 
He sat in the parlour with one leg crossed over the other, puffing on a shisha as smoke escaped from his nose and mouth. Beside him, an MP played soft music. He closed his eyes, clearly enjoying the moment. His phone rang, but he ignored it until it stopped. It rang again; he glanced at it and saw it was his mother calling. He turned away and continued smoking.
 
When the phone rang for the fourth time, he angrily picked it up. “What is it, Mum? You called and I didn’t pick—just manage. You know I’m busy.” She shouted from the other end, demanding that he come immediately because she wanted to see him. He replied lazily that he was resting and suggested they meet the next day. Without waiting for her response, he switched off the phone and put it on flight mode, continuing to blow out thick smoke.
 
His second phone then started ringing. He sighed deeply and checked the screen—it was Jeje. He picked up the call, stayed silent for a moment, then said, “Don’t go anywhere, I’m coming.”
 
Holiday in Kano
 
Morning came in Kano. As dawn broke, Jalilah and Nana went into the kitchen together to prepare breakfast while chatting about school. Nana looked at Jalilah and suggested she stay in Kano to continue her education there, explaining that she had no sister and would love her company. Jalilah sighed deeply and replied that she could not leave her mother alone in Kaduna. Nana smiled knowingly and teased her gently, and they continued their chores.
 
Around eleven o’clock, they were in Nana’s room chatting when Jalilah admired how beautiful Kano was, saying it had been a long time since she last visited. Nana laughed and teased her for not visiting relatives and always sticking close to her mother. They joked, laughed, put on their hijabs, and went out to the parlour. After informing Ummi that they were going out, they were advised to be careful and not stay out too long.
 
As they walked through the quiet streets, with only birds chirping in the tall trees within some compounds, a car suddenly sped past recklessly, kicking up dust. Jalilah watched it, and Nana remarked that the driver was reckless and dangerous. Jalilah replied that such drivers cared for no one and that no one dared caution them in that neighborhood. Nana explained that it was Jalal, a friend of her brother Jawwad, known for his wild lifestyle. Jalilah expressed surprise that her brother could be friends with someone like that, but Nana insisted that friendship was not always based on character similarity—it was destiny that bound them.
 
Later, Nana’s phone rang. After ending the call, she told Jalilah they were invited by a friend and insisted they go. Reluctantly, Jalilah agreed.
 
Meanwhile, Jalal entered the house, went straight to the kitchen, took food from the warmer, and was about to leave when his mother confronted him, asking where he had slept the previous night. He bluntly replied that he slept at a club. Shocked, she scolded him, but he shouted back, insisting she stop controlling him.
 
From outside, Jalilah and Nana heard the argument between Jalal and his mother. Jalal stormed out angrily. Nana greeted him casually, while Jalilah stood quietly, deeply disturbed by what she had witnessed. Later, Jalilah told Nana that the young man was rude and ill-mannered. Nana laughed it off, saying Jalal was known for such behavior and that before Jalilah left Kano, she would fully understand the kind of person he was.
 
Jalilah shook her head in disbelief, insisting that such a person was unfit for friendship, especially with someone like Jawwad. Nana only gasped in shock at her reaction.