Afnan Part 3 Complete Hausa Novel

Inna stood up and went into the room while they headed outside. It seemed I was the one left sitting on the mat, and it did not please her.
Suddenly he rushed in without even greeting, shouting, “Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un!”
Both Inna and I quickly stood up in panic.
Inna asked him anxiously, “What is it, Ibrahim? What happened?”
He suddenly collapsed to the ground, his eyes red.
“Inna… how did this happen?”
Not understanding what he meant, she asked, “What happened? What are you saying?”
He replied, “Inna… who is Hameed?”
She said, “Hameed? He is a prince. What happened? Has he died?”
“No. He is alive. He is now your husband — your marriage has just been conducted.”
Inna held her chest and cried, “What! Oh my God! Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un!”
I quickly ran to Ibrahim and burst into tears, saying, “Please cover my shame. Go and say you are the one I chose. I can endure any hardship, but not the rivalry between a princess and the father of a prince. Oh God, I Humaira am finished!”
He replied sharply, “I don’t like foolishness or madness. When did he even come to this country to know what is happening? This matter is the will of Allah. I have left everything in His hands. May Allah make it good for all of us.”
He stood up and left.
While we were still sitting there, we heard someone greeting outside.
“The prince is coming in,” someone said.
Even before seeing him, the scent of his perfume reached me.
I was sitting in the corner in the darkness while he sat near the lamp. I stared at him. He looked fuller and more handsome than before. That same royal dignity was still in him. He was acting as if nothing had happened, with a slightly serious expression.
Annoyance filled me and I glared at him. Was he going to display his royalty here as well?
Respectfully he greeted Inna.
Before he could say anything, Inna began asking him many questions:
“Prince, why would you make such a decision without consulting us? Is poverty madness? This girl is an orphan — why would you bring her more trouble instead of peace? What will she do with your father? Can Humaira compete with the Princess?”
He lifted his head and said calmly:
“Inna, please calm down. By Allah, I have no intention of harming or deceiving you. As for my father, right now he is lying sick, his life in Allah’s hands. I believe, Insha Allah, I will use this opportunity to reconcile with him. Since he thinks he has disciplined me into obeying him, and I have obeyed, I will persuade him to forgive me and withdraw his decision — even if reluctantly.”
“Right now people suspect my brothers are the ones who put him in this condition so they can inherit the throne. There is conflict among us, Inna, but that will never affect Humaira by the will of Allah.”
“Before talking about her living with Fareeda (the Princess), I want you to know something: Humaira’s parents want to humiliate you — or rather, they want to see you humiliated.”
“I investigated them carefully. When we went to ask for her hand in marriage, I did not reveal that I am from the royal family. Instead I humbled myself and pretended to be a poor man in need of help. They spoke many insulting and degrading words, clearly showing they did not want Humaira to be better off than their own daughters with a decent husband.”
“As for Ibrahim, I also investigated him. He is a good man from a respected family. The problem is his wife — she is stronger than him and capable of any kind of cruelty or wrongdoing against anyone she sees as an obstacle in her life.”
“That frightened me even more, especially after hearing his conversation with Amira. It seemed Ibrahim is the one she depends on.”
“I came here so we can solve this problem. By Allah, I did not come intending to marry Humaira. But she refused to listen to me, which made me think she had feelings for me and believed I was the cause of all her problems.”
“It was my mother who advised me to come to her guardians and present myself, without knowing that the marriage contract would be conducted immediately. Our intention was that later she could marry someone else while I withdraw.”
“So we should not interfere with what Allah has written. If this is what He decreed, we pray it becomes good for all of us.”
“Do not worry, Inna. I am the one in conflict, but I am not confused. First, I must reconcile with His Majesty. Second, I must resolve the conflict with my brothers. Third, I must deal with the Princess when she finds out. I will not tell her until I reconcile with my father, otherwise she might separate us forever.”
I closed my eyes painfully, imagining the life I was about to enter, because I was certain that marrying a prince would never mean peace for me.
“As for living with the Princess, that will not be a problem,” he continued. “I am the authority in my household; everything is under me. By Allah, I will never allow oppression, injustice, or trouble in my home.”
He stopped speaking and silence filled the room.
I looked at Inna and saw tears flowing down her face. My anxiety increased.
He spoke again softly:
“Inna, please forgive me. Tomorrow choose four to six people who will go with us to see my house so your mind can be at peace. If you want to come as well, we will take you with us.”