Abun Da Ciwo Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Sameeha was filled with overwhelming joy, constantly overcome with excitement as she looked forward to her family's complete return to their hometown. Ever since Amrah’s father informed her that his job transfer to Abuja was approved—and that their newly built house in Kaduna was fully furnished and ready for them to move in—she began packing her belongings well before a departure date from Lagos was even set. She swore never to live anywhere else again except Kaduna, close to her relatives. Knowing that he was moving to Abuja brought her deep peace of mind, realizing that anyone could easily travel between Abuja and Kaduna within the same day if they wished. Since she knew visiting Amrah’s father would not be difficult, she informed him that she would reside in Kaduna so he could visit them every weekend. He agreed, as he deeply cared for her happiness, especially given her relentless efforts to make him happy.

It was only natural for Sameeha to be this eager, having been away from Kaduna for two years and several months, leaving her in deep longing for her family. Moreover, they had spent ten long years in Lagos due to her husband Aminu’s job and the business ventures he pursued there. Yet despite living there for so long, she never truly got used to the city, even though all her children were born there. Her first child, Adamu, was named after his paternal grandfather and nicknamed Abi; he was nine years old. Then came Amratu, who was six. Sameeha had not given birth since, though they hoped to have more children in the future despite the six-year gap since their last addition.

Sameeha’s constant wish was simply to wake up and find that they had left Lagos for Kaduna, where all her relatives resided, as well as her husband Aminu’s entire family. Were marriage not a sacred duty, there were times she felt like leaving him behind just to return to her loved ones. Whenever a family wedding took place that she couldn't attend, she wished she could spread her wings and fly straight to Kaduna. She was a woman who cherished her relatives immensely, from both her maternal and paternal sides, making every effort to uphold family ties by sending money whenever an occasion arose, even if she couldn't attend in person.

Her husband, Aminu, did everything in his power to treat her well, ensuring she lacked nothing for a comfortable life. She could easily be described as one of the most fortunate women in her marital home, having been blessed with an exemplary husband. Their life together was so harmonious it seemed as though they had drafted it themselves with pen and paper. Nevertheless, no human life is completely flawless, and amid all this comfort, fate can always test a servant—becoming either a pathway to paradise or a trap leading to deep regret.

According to Sameeha’s count, the days had finally passed, and the time to leave Lagos had arrived. God willing, they were scheduled to board an afternoon flight tomorrow that would land them in Kaduna, the town of the governor. Just then, her phone rang, and she answered it swiftly upon seeing that her mother was calling.