Buzu Part 3 Complete Hausa Novel

Nana’s Fear and the Mysterious Encounter
 
Nana’s heart dropped. With fear and anxiety she said, “Who is it? Who’s here?” But there was only silence—no one replied.
 
She switched on the light and saw Imam Hammad standing in the room. She jumped back in shock, covering her mouth to stop the scream rising from her fear and confusion.
 
“If you scream and Asal hears you, you will have to explain why I’m in this room. And whatever punishment she gives you, you will receive it—no matter how harsh.”
 
Her eyes softened with fear as she stared at him.
 
He walked slowly toward her, fixing his gaze on her, making her even more unsettled. Her body trembled.
 
“Who are you?” he asked, locking eyes with her.
 
“I’m nobody,” she replied, trembling, terrified he might not be in his right senses after she went to his chamber yesterday.
 
“Tell me who you are, and why you came to this house.”
 
She shut her eyes and shook her head. “Wallahi, I’m nobody. Your wife is the one who brought me here.”
 
“Have you known me somewhere before this?”
 
She raised her head to look at him and shook it slowly, her eyes filling with tears.
 
“You stopped me from eating bananas—you ate them and fell sick. You stopped me from climbing the camel—I climbed and fell. When I see you, I feel strange things happening in my body, as if you’re not a human being. The taste of your food reminds me of a meal I used to eat somewhere I can’t remember. If it’s not food you cook, it has no taste in my mouth. You use my kind of perfume, you gave me milk and black seed—something not everyone knows I take. Tell me who you are, and where you know me from.”
His voice rose as he moved closer to her.
 
“I don’t know you. I’ve never been to Agadez until now. I don’t know anything about you.”
Tears streamed down her face.
 
He exhaled. “If someone sent you to confuse me, fear Allah. The trials I’ve faced in life are already too much. Don’t let me catch you in any form of dishonesty.”
 
She went silent, looking down.
 
“Nana, right?”
She nodded fearfully.
 
“Forgive me for scaring you. I don’t want Asal to suspect anything—it will only make her hate you more.”
With that, he left her room.
 
She collapsed into a seat trying to steady her breathing.
 
The Search for Shukura and Rising Tensions
 
Sagir took Yusra to Shukura’s house to comfort her family and assure them she wasn’t responsible for Shukura’s disappearance.
 
They sat in the main living room. Hajiya Amina looked thinner from stress and worry. Yusuf, Shukura’s older brother, also looked troubled.
 
After greetings, Hajiya Amina asked, “Sagir, still no news about Shukura’s disappearance?”
 
“Wallahi, Mami, no. I’ve gone back and forth to the security offices but nothing. Every day they just tell me it’s under investigation. They can’t even track her phone. I don’t understand the kind of investigation they’re doing.”
 
“It’s okay,” Hajiya Amina said. “Allah is with us. Let’s continue praying. Insha Allah she will return safely.”
 
Alhaji Zailani came out, preparing to leave.
 
Without greeting he asked, “Any update about Shukura? Still nothing?”
 
“No, Daddy. But we’re praying; insha Allah we’ll find her.”
 
“I’m tired of waiting. I’ll personally order a more serious investigation. As for you—” he pointed at Sagir “—I don’t trust you. How can a pregnant woman disappear in broad daylight? Why didn’t anyone look for you? Why only your wife?”
 
“Haba Alhaji!” Hajiya Amina protested. “How can Sagir arrange the kidnapping of his own wife? Take her where?”
 
“Keep quiet! Anything can happen.”
 
He stormed out.
 
“Please forgive him, Sagir,” Hajiya Amina said. “He’s just overwhelmed. Insha Allah she’ll be found.”
 
Yusra said, “If my friend were here, she would’ve told you where Shukura is.”
 
They all looked at her.
 
“Yes, Nana. You remember her, right?” she asked Hajiya Amina, who nodded.
 
But Sagir quickly added, “Mami, let’s go. You know she’s not fully well.”
 
Mami said, “Subhanallah, but she’s right—I know Nana. How did you meet her?”
 
Yusra went silent. She disliked people referring to her as “not well.” But ever since she entered the house, she could smell Nana’s scent.
 
Imam Hammad’s Turmoil, Lost Phone, and Royal Conflict
 
After Fajr prayer, Nana lay down thinking deeply. Everything in her life was becoming more confusing. She picked up her phone and looked at Muhsin’s pictures, missing him badly until tears filled her eyes. She decided to seek permission from Imam to go home—he was gentler than Asal.
 
But then something strange happened—like sleep paralysis. She couldn’t move or speak. A shadowy figure entered the room. She couldn’t tell if it was male or female.
 
The figure took her phone and left.
 
She woke up gasping, shaking, and drenched in fear. She searched everywhere—under the mattress, in her clothes, around the room—but the phone was gone.
 
Worry consumed her. The phone had no security lock. She didn’t know who entered the room or why.
 
She rushed to prepare breakfast for Asal. When Asal came out, she greeted Nana coldly.
 
“Don’t worry about serving Imam. He left since dawn for the Sultan’s council meeting,” Asal said.
 
If Imam wasn’t home, then who took her phone? Asal?
Fear grew in her heart.
 
Meanwhile, the royal council sat in grandeur. The Sultan announced a major gold and uranium negotiation with France, selecting Imam Hammad and Omar to represent Agadez.
 
Suddenly Tafawa erupted angrily, accusing the Sultan of favoritism.
 
“Why is it always your son? Why not mine? Hammad is not even mentally stable! How can a sick man lead a whole kingdom?”
 
He insulted Hammad’s health, lack of children, and missing royal ring.
 
Sardaunan Agadez shouted, “Do you realize who you’re speaking to?! Hammad is your own nephew! And Allah gives children—not you!”
 
The hall fell silent.
 
Hammad quietly asked for permission to leave.
 
He returned home deeply wounded. Mahmoudu found him, eyes red.
 
“I want Sultan to remove me from anything concerning this kingdom. I’m tired. I want to live far away from this house. Tafawa humiliated me as if I’m nothing. One day they’ll look for me and won’t find me again.”
 
Mahmoudu begged him to be patient.
 
Hammad closed his eyes, exhausted.