Doctor Sageer Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

A Sudden Encounter
 
Cars rushed noisily along the wet road, splashing water from the heavy rainfall. A young girl hurried in the rain, running fast until she reached the gate of a house. Just as she was about to step inside, a loud angry voice stopped her, so harsh that the books in her hands fell to the ground.
 
“Hey, Yasmin???” a young man shouted.
 
Startled and trembling, she looked up, tears forming in her eyes. “I’m sorry, yaa…” she whispered fearfully.
 
“You idiot! Look at you—drenched like a beggar! Where on earth have you been loitering?”
 
Her tears flowed freely as she stammered, “I… I’m sorry, wallahi. I stayed after class for lessons.” She looked at her soaked clothes, her whole body wet from the rain.
 
He hissed angrily, pointing at her. “Now I’m late, all because of you and your obsession with school. And yet you know nothing! Don’t worry, one day you’ll quit school. You’ll just stay home and wash clothes like others.”
 
Her face clouded with sorrow. She entered the house courtyard, only to bump into someone. Quickly, she stepped back, apologizing breathlessly, “Please, forgive me! I swear I didn’t see you coming.”
 
It was Dr. Sageer. He smiled gently at her. “Ah, Yasmin, always afraid. Tell me, how did the rain catch you like this?”
 
Yasmin stayed silent, tears running down her face. She couldn’t tell him that her cousins, Abida and Maryam, had refused to let her ride in their car.
 
“Don’t cry, Yasmin,” he said warmly. “You’re becoming a young lady now. Don’t let people laugh at you. Go and change your clothes. When I return, I’ll check on you in Mama’s room, okay?”
 
Her heart softened at his words. She loved his kindness, but his siblings despised her completely.
 
Just then, his phone rang with the tune “My Love.” Calmly, he picked it up. “Assalamu alaikum!” he greeted.
 
A soft voice replied, weeping slightly. “Doctor Sageer, don’t you love me anymore? It’s been three days—you haven’t called me. I’m always the one calling you.”
 
“Ramlat, haba! Why are you crying? You know I love you more than anyone,” he said tenderly.
 
“But you always make your work more important than me. Maybe we should just marry and end this struggle before your love fades,” she sobbed.
 
He chuckled. “Come on, smile for me, please.”
 
She laughed weakly. “Alright, I’ll smile. Hajiya is calling me now. I’ll talk to you later.”
 
“No problem, Ramlat. Take care of yourself. I love you.”
 
“I love you too, my doctor!”
 
He hung up happily, still smiling as he entered his car.
 
Secret Affections
 
Later in his office, reclining in his chair, Dr. Sageer turned to his friend Halifa. “Bro, do you know what? I’m falling deeply for Yasmin. I want to marry her one day.”
 
Halifa almost dropped his phone in shock. “Doctor Sageer! You must be joking! Look at yourself—a respected doctor, admired everywhere. And Yasmin? She’s just in Junior Secondary School! And what about Barrister Ramlat? You’ll deceive her too?”
 
But Dr. Sageer shook his head firmly. “My friend, in a woman you look for virtue, not beauty alone. Yasmin is devout, patient, and respectful. Even when her father couldn’t afford private school, unlike the others, she never complained. They all attend expensive private schools, but Yasmin studies in government school with dignity. Ramlat—leave her aside. Yasmin is the one who truly matters.”
 
Halifa sighed. “Hmm. True words. Sometimes those you help the most become your greatest enemies.”
 
“Anyway, let’s talk later. I have a surgery now,” Sageer said.
 
“Alright, Doctor. See you later.”
 
Meanwhile, Yasmin was busy at home. “Yasmin! Yasmin! Can’t you hear me?” her father, Baffa, called.
 
“I was praying, Baffa,” she answered gently.
 
“Good girl. Did your mother tell you my message?”
 
“No, she didn’t.”
 
“I want you to know, Yasmin, you’re my only daughter left with me. Your elder sister is married far away in Benin. My only dream is to see you succeed in your studies.”
 
She smiled softly. “Baffa, don’t worry. I have no problems. Just continue praying for me.”
 
“Indeed, I want to send you to boarding school. I’ve gathered enough money. By Monday, you’ll go along with Alhaji Sule’s children.”
 
Her heart tightened, but she nodded. “Thank you, Baffa. May Allah bless you. I’ll do as you say.”
 
She ran to Mama’s room, crying as she embraced her. Mama lifted her face, wiping her tears. “Don’t cry, Auta. I begged your father to let you stay, but he insisted. Please don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”
 
“But Mama, I don’t want to leave you! Everyone here despises us except you. What if they trouble you more after I leave?”
 
Mama chuckled, trying to reassure her. “No one will trouble me. Calm down, Auta.”
 
Reluctantly, Yasmin went to see her Aunt Zulai.
 
As she stepped outside, Maryam shot her a hateful glare.
 
“Welcome, Maryam. How was school?” Yasmin greeted politely.
 
Maryam scoffed. “How should I know? Poor girl! Your father couldn’t even pay your school fees on time. Poverty will kill your family one day!”
 
At that moment, Dr. Sageer parked his car and overheard everything. Maryam’s words pierced his ears: “Even your father will soon be thrown out of his gatekeeper job!”
 
But Yasmin stood firm. “Wealth is a visitor—it comes and goes. If it hasn’t visited us, it doesn’t mean it won’t someday. And don’t you ever insult my parents again! Your Islamic school didn’t teach you respect. Foolish girl!”
 
Sageer was impressed. Yasmin, usually quiet, had finally stood up for herself.
 
Angrily, Maryam slapped Yasmin hard across the face. But before she could continue, Sageer rushed forward, slapping Maryam three times in return.
 
“You shameless girl! If I ever hear you insult Yasmin again, I swear I’ll deal with you. Now get out of here, nonsense!”
 
Maryam burst into tears, running inside. “I’ll tell Mamee about this!” she threatened.
 
Turning to Yasmin, Sageer gently held her hand. “Forgive me, little sister,” he said, wiping her tears. “Don’t cry. Tomorrow I’ll buy you a laptop—you deserve it because of your hard work in school.”
 
Yasmin shook her head. “No, please. Don’t trouble yourself. Thank you.” Then she hurried away, leaving him staring after her for a long time before driving off.
 
A Painful Departure
 
Monday arrived. Yasmin was dressed for her new boarding school. She cried endlessly as Mama and Baffa prayed for her.
 
That evening, Sageer entered the house. “Mama, where’s Auta?”
 
“She’s gone to school. Boarding school.”
 
“Boarding?” Sageer was shocked. “Why did they take her away? Mama, why?”
 
“Hush, my son. Don’t let Baffa hear you.”
 
Sageer left the house in deep sorrow, his heart heavy. The thought tore at him: If Baffa had no money, I would have paid for her school myself. Now she’s gone… How will I endure this love for Yasmin?
 
Their Origins
 
Long before, there was Alhaji Rabiu, not a Fulani man but one who migrated from Bande to Adbas to trade livestock. His business flourished until he abandoned herding for shopkeeping. Allah blessed him with wealth.
 
He had two wives—Hajjo and Asabe—each bearing children. Hajjo had Maikal and Suwaiba, while Asabe had Haruna and Isa. Rabiu adored them, pampering them until people called them “children of privilege.”
 
Later, during a marriage trip to Sokoto, he met and married Hajiya Sadiya. But his two wives tormented her constantly. When she became pregnant with Baffa, Rabiu supported her, angering Maikal and Haruna. Not long after giving birth, she died, leaving Baffa in the cruel hands of Asabe.
 
Baffa suffered immensely, unloved by his half-siblings. Eventually, Maikal and his parents died in an accident, leaving Haruna and Isa in control of the inheritance. They gave Baffa almost nothing.
 
Suwaiba, Rabiu’s eldest daughter, returned widowed with her son, Sageer. She often comforted Baffa, telling him not to worry.
 
Haruna raised Sageer, along with his own children—Abida and Maryam. But cruelty and arrogance filled their hearts. Isa had three children—Bilal, Jafar, and Kubra. Bilal especially became spoiled, reckless with money and women.
 
Baffa, on the other hand, had only two children: Aisha, married off in Benin, and Yasmin, his youngest, his jewel. He had a master’s degree, yet worked as a mere gatekeeper, struggling to feed his family. His brothers mocked him, offering no help.
 
But Yasmin remained his comfort. Despite poverty and humiliation, she excelled through patience and prayer. While others mocked her for attending a government school, she continued to shine. Sageer, unlike the rest, always supported her, providing where he could.
 
Yasmin grew into a graceful, fair girl, fragile yet resilient. Her classmates often called her “daughter of paradise” for her gentle nature. Though she once struggled in Islamic school, through constant prayers she began excelling, winning prizes.
 
Still, envy surrounded her—Abida, Maryam, and Kubra hated her more with every success. Bilal often harassed her, and she despised him deeply. Sageer’s kindness was her only light in a house full of hostility.
 
That was why Baffa finally decided: boarding school was the only way for her to find peace, away from their torment. Mama wished she could stay, but Baffa’s word was final.
 
Yasmin left with a broken heart, while Sageer’s grew heavier with unspoken love.