Dadin Zama Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

It was a time when the sun was casting its bright light across the sky.

It was around 1:40 PM.

Its intense heat had prompted those whom Allah had blessed with air conditioning in their cars to turn it on and roll up their windows to get some relief.

However, for those riding in a commercial tricycle (napep), as well as those on motorcycles and bicycles trapped in the gridlock, they had to constantly wipe away the sweat continuously dripping from their skin, compounded by the extreme heat their vehicles had absorbed from standing under the hot sun for so long.

The noisy commotion over clearing the traffic jam made no impression on her mind, which was already consumed by heavy worries. Her eyes were fixed on some children who had been dismissed from school, watching them as they walked along chatting happily and in good health with their siblings.

She watched them until they faded from her sight, and then she turned her gaze toward a tiny boy wearing a brand-new uniform and holding a shiny new blue lunch box, hopping playfully around the entrance of his school premises.

An involuntary smile escaped her lips, and she softly whispered, "He looks just like my Muftee." She was certain he couldn't be more than three or four years old.

She hugged the envelope she was holding tightly to her chest, continuing to watch the boy with fondness until a man approached him. As soon as the boy spotted him, he began jumping with joy; from where she sat, she could hear his small voice calling out, "Welcome, Daddy!"

The man reached him, picked him up, and tossed him into the air before catching him, pure happiness evident on his face.

He placed the boy in front of him on his motorcycle. As the boy waved to his schoolmates, his father started the engine and turned onto a clear, ungested road leading toward their home—departing full of joy that even the blistering heat could not melt from their hearts.

She felt warm tears on her face but didn't bother to wipe them away. Instead, she looked ahead to see if the traffic was making any progress. However, the heated argument between a truck driver who had taken the wrong lane to offload goods in front of a large shop, and a motorcyclist who—while trying to swerve around him—had hit someone's napep and knocked off its side mirror, showed no signs of being resolved anytime soon.

"Everything in this life just requires a little patience. If only they would clear the way for people so we can go attend to our matters."

"Madam, so are you going to pay him if he doesn't stand his ground to get his money back?" The driver of the napep they were in turned around to face the elderly woman sitting between them, scratching his ear with a tiny stick he had picked off the ground.