Dr Sultan Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Busy Evening at the Marketplace
 
Noise filled everywhere as people minded their own business. A handsome young man stood in front of a large shop while goods were being offloaded from a vehicle. Sweat soaked his body.
“Well done,” someone greeted.
He smiled and replied, “Thank you, boss.”
 
They continued offloading the goods and arranging them in the shop until the call to Maghrib prayer. He performed ablution and went to the mosque. After ‘Isha, they returned.
“Oga, I’ll be going home,” he said with his head lowered.
“You’re leaving already, Maleek?”
“Yes, Oga.”
“Alright, take this. We’ll meet tomorrow, God willing.”
“Thank you so much, Oga.”
“No need for thanks—it's your right.”
 
Maleek flashed a charming smile and left the shop. He headed straight home and reached his neighborhood within a short time. From a distance, he saw a girl standing and looking around restlessly. Once she spotted him, she ran with full speed toward him.
 
He bent down and opened his arms. She jumped into his chest and he hugged her.
“Ya Maleek! I’ve been looking for you! Where are my eggs? Ya Maleek, where is my egg? Ya Maleek, where—”
He gently interrupted her and moved her slightly away, staring into her lovely face.
 
“This kind of disturbance again, Maryama?”
“But you promised to buy them for me!” she pouted, lips pink like candy.
 
He sighed tiredly, his eyes reddened from exhaustion.
“Did you attend Islamiyya?”
She nodded.
“You won’t talk?” he asked again.
She nodded again.
 
“Since you won’t answer, forget the eggs. I bought them only for Grandma.”
She quickly covered his mouth with her soft, baby-like hand. He almost burst into laughter but held it in.
 
She refused to remove her hand—surprisingly strong for a small girl.
Unexpectedly, tears began to roll down her pretty face. She pulled her hand away and started walking off.
 
He quickly held her hand and turned her to face him. For the first time, he smiled softly.
“What’s the matter? Why are you crying? Do you want me to cry too?”
She shook her head.
 
“Then stop crying. I don’t like it, okay?” he said, wiping her tears gently.
“Ya Maleek, did you really buy the eggs only for Grandma?”
“No, I was joking. I bought these ones just for you.”
 
Her heart filled with joy.
“Ya Maleek, did you buy everything I asked for?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you!”
 
He held her hand and they walked home.
 
Evening at Grandma’s House
 
Once they reached, Maryam released his hand and sat quickly on the mat.
“Kaka, look what Ya Maleek brought for me—just me, not you!”
“Good evening, Grandma.”
“Welcome back, Abdul Maleek,” she replied.
 
“How was the market?”
“Alhamdulillah, Grandma.”
 
“Maryam, go bring him food.”
“Kaka, let me finish my eggs first.”
“I don’t want stubbornness—go!”
“No, Kaka, let her be. I’ll get the food myself,” Maleek said and went inside.
 
“Maryam, when will you grow up? You’re already twelve but still childish,” Grandma murmured.
 
He returned, sat beside her, and ate quietly. He occasionally glanced at Maryam. After eating, he showed Grandma the five thousand naira his boss gave him.
 
“Masha Allah! May God bless your earnings, Abdul Maleek.”
“Amin, Grandma. Do you need anything?”
“No, may Allah increase your blessings.”
 
He smiled warmly.
“If you’re done with your snacks, bring your books so we can read before I leave.”
“Maleek, if you continue pampering her like this, you’ll sleep here!” Grandma teased.
 
“Haba, Kaka, you’re watching me too much,” he laughed. “I need to marry so I can rest from this heat she gives me!”
 
They all burst into laughter.
“Ya Maleek, didn’t you say you’ll mar—”
“Stop wasting my time,” he cut in jokingly.
 
She stood up quickly and left.
“God, guide this girl,” Grandma said.
“Amin,” he replied softly.
 
They began their reading. Maryam mistakenly read something wrong; Grandma told him to “give her a tap.”
 
He took the cane, smiling.
“I know Ya Maleek won’t hit me,” Maryam said.
 
She brought out her school books and explained everything they were taught. He loved how she explained in detail. He helped her with her assignment, then she read the Qur’an in her soft, melodious voice. He closed his eyes, listening peacefully.
 
When they finished, they chatted briefly. Maryam yawned repeatedly.
“Kaka, I’m going. Good night.”
“Good night, Maleek. God be with you.”
“Good night, Ya Maleek,” Maryam said sleepily.
 
He smiled at her and left. Grandma locked the house, cleaned up, and went to bed. Sleep took them quickly.
 
A New Morning
 
After leaving, Maleek went to his small bachelor room, took a refreshing bath, studied, read the Qur’an, made dua, and slept soundly filled with pleasant dreams.
 
Before dawn, he woke for Fajr, prayed, recited Qur’an, bathed, cleaned his room, and headed to Grandma’s house.
 
“Maryam, get up and pray before I catch you outside,” Grandma said.
Maryam didn’t move.
“I said get up!”
 
She opened her eyes slowly.
“Water for your bath is in the bucket. Before I start scolding you—hurry.”
 
She took her bath and performed ablution. She removed her cap and her long, shiny black hair flowed down her back. After dressing in her neat white-and-blue school uniform, she looked lovely.
 
Grandma served her tea.
 
That moment, Maleek walked in.
“Good morning, Grandma.”
“Welcome, Maleek, come in.”
“Good morning, Ya Maleek,” Maryam greeted.
“Good morning.”
 
He ate the breakfast Grandma prepared.
“Let’s go so we won’t be late,” he said.
 
Maryam stood up with her schoolbag.
“Grandma, we’re going.”
“May God protect you both and grant success,” she said.
 
They walked slowly, hand in hand, chatting delightfully until they reached their destination.