Dame Ake Ado Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

A madwoman, a thin and shabby madwoman, was being surrounded by a crowd of children who were shouting and singing at her. That day, however, she was crouched down crying and holding her stomach, unlike before when she used to dance whenever they sang that mocking song. Today there was no dancing, only crying. The children kept shouting at her. Malam Sulaiman, who was approaching from afar, became very upset at the way the neighborhood children were tormenting the woman, a woman nobody even knew where she came from. One day they simply woke up and found her in the neighborhood. He picked up a whip and charged at the children, beating them until they scattered, still shouting and singing as they ran away. The place became empty except for the woman, who was still crouched down and crying.
 
He reached her and said, "Servant of Allah, get up and go your way. Are you hurt?"
"Hey Allah, my stomach, I am going to die!"
That was what came out of the madwoman's mouth, and it made him look at her in surprise, because in the nine months he had known her, he had never heard her speak before. What surprised him even more was that today she spoke like a normal person who understood pain. Before he could say anything else, he heard her say again, "Hey Allah, I am going to die," and then he saw blood flowing from beneath her. He quickly said, "Subhanallah, you are in labor!" because she was indeed pregnant, and people suspected that someone had gotten her pregnant on the rubbish dump where she used to sleep behind Malam Sulaiman's house. He did not waste time. He grabbed her quickly because she was already breathing heavily, and the children had still not left the place, they were still shouting. He dragged her and took her to the veranda of his house beside the rubbish area and pushed open the door.
 
He rushed inside the house, calling his wife loudly, "Deeje! Deeje!" They met as she was hurrying toward him. She looked at him and asked, "What is it, Malam?"
"Come, that madwoman who sleeps on the rubbish dump beside our house is not well. I think she is in labor."
"Subhanallah, let us go," she said in fear.
When they reached the veranda, it was clear that the woman was truly in labor.
"Let me bring some wrappers. Go and call Lami from Mama's house."
He then headed to Lami's house, which shared the same compound entrance. It was the wife of Malam's younger brother. He began greeting from the doorway that led into their house.
 
He called out to her from the entrance and explained the situation.
 
"Allah will help her," Lami said, but with deep worry, though not in a helpful way. Instead she said, "It is true, you may have patience, but I cannot touch her. It is said that wherever a bastard is born, if you step there, prosperity will never remain with you. As for me, by the time you hear from me, you all should leave our veranda so she does not rub poverty onto us. Do not bring her here. Malam, go and find a vehicle and take that woman to the hospital. She has lost too much blood. Please do not let her die."
Malam stood there in shock for a moment, then hurried out and pulled the door shut. Lami clicked her tongue and went back inside, still saying, "May Allah protect us, Malam. She must be taken outside. She will not rub poverty onto us. We are already struggling every day and only manage to survive somehow."
Meanwhile, Deeje held the madwoman, who kept saying, "Oh my stomach, I am going to die."
 
Deeje said, "Look, stop saying that. Say the shahada and keep calling on Allah."
And by the power of Allah, the madwoman began calling Allah's name loudly. Deeje held her as she started breathing in a very heavy and strange way. Then the baby's head appeared and Deeje said, "In sha Allah, you are close to delivering. Be strong and push, maybe the baby will come out."
She began pushing with all her strength. Deeje started saying, "Subhanallah, slowly, slowly," but the woman kept pushing with all the strength she had. Then Deeje realized it was not by her own power she was breathing, it was only by Allah's will. Suddenly she became terrified when the womb came out, and the blood started gushing like water from a tap. With great difficulty she managed to pull out the baby and cut the umbilical cord. The baby cried just as Malam Sulaiman pushed the door open, saying, "Deeje, here is the vehicle. Has she delivered?"
Crying, Deeje said, "Come in, Malam, come in and see the condition she is in."
He pushed the door and entered. One look at her-
 
His mind collapsed in fear. He said to Deeje, "Hold her, let us go to the hospital."
As Deeje tried to lift her, the madwoman grabbed her hand and said, "I am going to die. Do not take me to the hospital. My name is Asma'u."
Deeje gasped and became even more confused. She said, "Innalillahi. Tell us where your home is. Who are you?"
But instead of being able to say anything else, the woman only repeated the first phrase Deeje had said: "Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un." Then her soul left her body.
At that moment, both Deeje and Malam were thrown into great panic. Deeje burst into tears and said, "Malam, we are in serious trouble."
Malam Sulaiman was badly shaken. His body trembled and he became completely confused, not knowing what to do. Then Deeje said, "Malam, go and inform the people of the neighborhood so they can come and help us."