Ashe Kishiyatace Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Sadeeq’s Journey to the Village
 
“Sadeeq, have you met with Husna yet?”
“No, Mama. I planned to go after I return from my trip.”
 
Mama went quiet for a while, then said calmly,
“Alright then, may Allah bring you back safely.”
 
“Ameen, insha Allah. I’ll be leaving tomorrow and returning the day after.”
“Okay, may Allah bless your journey.”
 
He answered “Ameen”, stood up, and left for his room.
 
The Next Morning – Dutsin-Ma, Bahuna Village
 
Sadeeq drove into the small village with effort — the road was rough, dusty, and dry. During the rainy season, it would’ve been impossible to pass.
 
As soon as he arrived, he asked for the village head’s house. When he got there, he found some men sitting outside chatting.
He greeted them politely and shook hands.
 
The village head looked at him curiously and said,
“I don’t think I know you.”
 
Smiling, Sadeeq replied,
“I’m the doctor they sent — my name is Sadeeq.”
 
“Oh, mashallah! You’re welcome,” the chief said warmly.
 
Just then, three young girls passed by chatting and giggling.
 
“Look at that handsome guy over there!” Alawiyya whispered.
 
Shatu and Dije turned quickly to look.
“Wow, he’s really fine,” Dije said.
 
Shatu pouted. “You two and your excitement!”
 
Alawiyya laughed. “So just because you’re getting married in two weeks, you can’t appreciate good looks anymore?”
 
They all burst into laughter and kept walking away.
 
Meanwhile, the village head told one of his boys to show Sadeeq to his lodging.
 
Shatu stood outside chatting with her fiancé, Iro.
 
“Shatu, if there’s anything you need, tell me quickly. You know I’ll be traveling soon,” he said.
 
“Alright, I’ll check when I get home and let you know tomorrow insha Allah.”
 
They talked for a while longer before saying goodnight.
 
From a distance, Sadeeq had been watching them, smiling to himself.
He always enjoyed village life — it made him feel alive and happy. Watching the simple love between a boy and girl gave him a strange kind of joy… until suddenly, the thought of Husna hit his mind like a sting. His mood changed, and he quietly went back to his lodge, his heart heavy.
 
The Return to Katsina
 
The next morning, Sadeeq woke up early, bathed, and took a walk around the village. He was smiling as he took pictures of everything that fascinated him.
 
By noon, he bade farewell to the villagers, promising to return in two weeks with a report of his assignment.
The people thanked him, showered him with blessings, and waved as he left.
 
Back Home in Katsina
 
When he arrived home, he found Mama sitting in the parlor talking on the phone.
Listening quietly, he heard her say:
“Yes, Goggo Suwaiba, the wedding will be on Friday insha Allah. You’re most welcome.”
 
As soon as she ended the call, Sadeeq entered with a greeting.
 
“Ah, Sadeeq! You’re back?” she said cheerfully.
 
“Yes, Mama. Where’s Ummi?”
“She went to deliver the wedding invitation cards.”
 
“Wedding? Whose wedding?”
Mama frowned playfully.
“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten — it’s your wedding to Husna! You’d better rest well and go see her. Find out what she needs.”
 
The words hit Sadeeq like thunder. His head spun. Without saying anything, he got up to leave.
 
“Sadeeq! Didn’t you hear what I said?”
“I heard you, Mama. I’ll go, insha Allah.”
“Good. May Allah bless you.”
 
He answered “Ameen” and went to his room, feeling disturbed and lost in thought.
 
Tensions Before the Wedding
 
The next day, Sadeeq went to work. In his office, his friend Hydar followed him in.
“So, you’re back and didn’t even call?” Hydar teased.
 
Sadeeq chuckled. “I was too tired last night.”
“How was the village?”
“Ah, leave that one — I’ll gist you later. But guess what, bro… Mama already fixed my wedding with Husna. It’s in one week!”
 
Hydar’s eyes widened. “What?! You must be joking!”
“I wish I was. I overheard her on the phone with Aunt Suwaiba. I don’t even know what to do.”
“Be patient,” Hydar said. “Just obey your mother and settle things peacefully.”
“Mtsw, I’ll only go because of her,” Sadeeq replied, shaking his head.
 
They both laughed and continued talking.
 
Later That Evening
 
Sadeeq and Hydar were near the car when Husna approached, dressed beautifully in an atampa outfit with her veil wrapped neatly.
 
She smiled warmly. “Good evening, Sadeeq. Welcome.”
“Evening,” he answered briefly.
 
Sensing the tension, Hydar smiled and said,
“I’ll leave you two to talk.”
 
After a long silence, Sadeeq finally spoke:
“So, what do you need?”
“Well, I need some money to prepare for the wedding — for events and things.”
“How many events are you even planning?”
“Maybe four. That should be enough.”
 
Sadeeq smirked. “So, you’ve already prepared for this wedding, huh?”
“What kind of talk is that? If you’ll give me money, give it. Don’t insult me.”
 
“How much do you need?”
“About fifty thou—”
“Stop right there,” he interrupted. “I’m not wasting my money on a wedding I don’t even want!”
 
Husna glared. “You will give me that money!”
 
Sadeeq stared at her in disbelief. “This girl really has no shame,” he thought.
Then, aloud, he said coldly, “I’m not giving you a kobo. Let those who arranged this marriage pay for it.”
 
He entered his car angrily and called Hydar. Husna hissed and walked away, muttering.
 
When Hydar returned, Sadeeq sighed. “Mama’s really set me up with that rude girl.”
Hydar just laughed.
 
Later that night, Sadeeq came home to find Mama and Ummi in the sitting room.
 
“Mama, I’m back,” he greeted.
“Welcome, Sadeeq. Did you meet Asma’u?”
“Yes, Mama, I just came from her place.”
“Masha Allah. Your father’s looking for you — go and greet him.”
 
Sadeeq obeyed, whispering to himself as he left,
“I don’t know what they see in that Husna… may Allah make this for the best.”
 
He met his father, Alhaji Abubakar, who was listening to the radio. They spoke warmly about his house project until late at night before Sadeeq retired to his room.