Dr Khaleel Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The Small Mum and Khaleel
 
Khaleel was quietly eating the fruit salad before him, his head bent slightly as a faint smile played on his lips — that beautiful kind that revealed his dimples. He shook his head lightly, then raised his gaze toward the young woman sitting across from him. Her face was tight with irritation, eyes fixed directly on him.
 
Khaleel smiled again, this time audibly, about to speak when she snapped, her voice sharp with anger.
“Oh, so I’m the madwoman now, Khaleel? Am I the one you’re laughing at?”
 
He sighed softly, set down his fork, and said gently,
“It’s not like that, Mum. Please don’t be upset.”
 
He rubbed his head wearily and added,
“You know, everything takes time, Mum. It’s just that Ummi and Abba don’t understand me. They can’t see what I mean… I’m just tired of all this.”
 
Before she could reply, a greeting came from the doorway. They both turned their heads toward the entrance and responded to the salām. His mother rose to welcome the guests with a warm smile, exchanging greetings as they entered the room.
 
Khaleel stood and said softly to his “small mum,”
“Mum, I’ll come back later or maybe tomorrow.”
 
She quickly replied, “No, come back this evening. We’re not done talking yet.”
 
He smiled faintly. “In shaa Allah, Mum.”
 
As he picked up the bowl of fruit salad, she stopped him.
“Leave it, someone will take it.”
 
He insisted, “No, let me take it myself.”
He carried it to the kitchen, set it down, and returned, offering a polite goodbye before leaving the house.
 
Meenah and Salma’s Encounter
 
As Khaleel walked to his car, his eyes drifted toward a tree under which stood white plastic chairs and a small table — the same spot where he’d seen two girls earlier. They were still there. This time, they weren’t chatting; one was scrolling through her phone while the other was talking on a call.
 
He accidentally met the eyes of the one on her phone — the same girl who had been secretly watching him. He quickly looked away. She chuckled and whispered to her friend,
“See that proud guy? He’s just pretending not to want to greet me.”
 
Then, pretending surprise, she called out loudly,
“Oh, Ya Khaleel! When did you get here?”
 
Khaleel turned to look at her. He knew she had seen him come in earlier, but he simply said with a straight face,
“You didn’t even notice me.”
 
She smirked, “No, I was just surprised to see you here today. You hardly ever visit our house. Anyway, good afternoon.”
 
He gave her a cold, piercing look, opened his car door, got in, honked for the gatekeeper, and drove off.
 
The girl burst into laughter, turning to her friend, who had stopped her call and was staring after the car until it disappeared.
 
“Honestly, that guy is fine, Meenah,” she sighed dreamily. “Something about him just attracts me.”
 
Meenah gave her a look. “You mean Khaleel? Hmm, if you knew his real nature, you wouldn’t say that. That guy’s a total jerk! Since we were kids, he’s never looked at me like a human being, even though we’re cousins. I’m telling you, if you saw me ignore him when he came in, you’d know there’s a reason. Me — who loves to chat with everyone — if I don’t greet Khaleel, just keep quiet!”
 
Salma frowned, “Wow, that’s surprising. Anyway, may God make it easy. Let’s go inside; I need to greet Mom before heading home before my mum starts calling.”
 
Meenah laughed. “You’re leaving already? Wait for the guests to go; they won’t stay long.”
 
Salma gave her a mock glare. “Easy for you to say — it’s your house. I can’t wait around for guests whose departure time I don’t even know!”
 
She stood and walked inside, Meenah following with laughter as they both entered the living room.
 
Family Pressure and Khaleel’s Struggle
 
At exactly 9:30 p.m., Khaleel parked his car in their GRA Kaduna home. His father’s car was already in the driveway — a sign he had returned. Khaleel walked through the balcony and entered the main living room, where he found his younger sister Rukayya lying on the couch watching TV.
 
“Welcome back, Ya Khaleel,” she greeted cheerfully.
 
He barely looked at her. “Thanks,” he muttered and climbed the stairs.
 
Halfway up, he nearly bumped into his father, stepping back quickly and greeting him respectfully.
Without warmth, his father replied, “I was looking for you in my study.”
 
Khaleel wiped the sweat from his brow nervously and followed.
 
When he reached the study, his father sat sipping coffee. Khaleel sat quietly on the carpet, lowering his gaze.
 
“Have you finished your game of hide and seek with me, Khaleel?” his father said sternly.
 
Khaleel forced a weak smile. “No, Abba. It’s just work. I’ve been busy at the clinic.”
 
Ummi entered at that moment and sat beside her husband.
 
“Tell me, Khaleel,” Abba said after a pause, “what exactly do you mean by all this?”
 
Khaleel remained silent, staring at the floor.
 
His father sighed deeply. “Since you clearly enjoy wasting time, I’ve decided to marry you off — either to Meenah or to Maryam. Choose one.”
 
Khaleel froze, his heart pounding. Meenah? Maryam? The very names made his stomach twist.
 
Abba continued, “You’ll make your choice soon. Now get out of my sight.”
 
Khaleel could barely move. After a long silence, he stammered, “Please, Abba, forgive me. I promise you, within one month, I’ll bring the woman I want to marry. Please give me time.”
 
Abba glared at him. “You’re not serious, Khaleel. Leave this place immediately.”
 
Khaleel turned to his mother for help, his voice trembling. “Ummi, please talk to him—”
 
But she cut him off sharply, “Not now, Khaleel.”
 
Defeated, he left the room, clutching his chest. He’d rather die than marry those cousins, he thought bitterly. He doesn’t even look at them like that.
 
Later that night, Ummi entered his room and found him lying awake, staring blankly at the ceiling.
 
“Son,” she said gently, sitting beside him, “you see what Abba’s planning, right?”
 
He sat up. “Ummi, you know it’s unfair.”
 
She sighed. “You brought this on yourself, Khaleel. You’ve been ignoring him for too long.”
 
He lay back down silently. She studied him for a moment, then softened her tone.
 
“Don’t worry, I’ll talk to your father. He’s agreed to give you one month — just one. Bring a wife within that time, Khaleel. Don’t disappoint me.”
 
He jumped up, hugged her gratefully, thanking her over and over.
 
She smiled, stroked his head, and blessed him before leaving.
 
That night, Khaleel couldn’t sleep. Though relieved by the reprieve, his mind was restless — where would he even find a woman to marry in just one month? The thought alone made his heart race and his head ache.