Facala Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Ibrahim Khaleel is a young man of about twenty-eight years old, a resident of the Zoo Road area.
He is tall with a moderate build. His skin is dark, but not very deep in tone. His face is covered with noticeable marks, and he keeps a mustache—the kind modern youths call a “quarter million.” He also has a full beard, though not very long. His eyes are not large, but they are not small either. His nose is neither long nor wide. He has a calm voice and a gentle personality.
He is a former women’s tailor, having started sewing at the age of fifteen, and up till now, he has no other occupation apart from tailoring for women. He studied up to N.C.E at the Federal College of Education in Kano (F.C.E). He also has a moderate level of knowledge in Islamic studies.
Anyone who lives with Ibrahim would testify that he is not a hot-tempered person. He does everything calmly. He is generous and very strong in maintaining family ties. His mother passed away about ten years ago. They live in their family house in the Zoo Road area, along Hausawa Street, Sabon Titi.
There are four children in the family: the eldest is Muktar, then Khaleel, followed by their sister Zakiyya, who is married, and finally the youngest, Jabir, who is eighteen years old.
Their father, Malam Sule, is still alive, though old age has caught up with him along with the usual ailments that come with it.
Their house is quite large, with many rooms. Because of this, their elder brother Muktar lives there with his family. At the entrance, you first see their father’s room, followed by the rooms of Ibrahim and Jabir, with a small bathroom beside them. Deeper inside the house are six more rooms—some locked, some open. The open ones are used by Sakina and her four children.
There is a spacious courtyard that contains a large backyard and a kitchen. The food for Ibrahim, Jabir, and their father is all prepared by Sakina. They live peacefully with her, respecting her as their elder brother’s wife and almost like a mother to them, even though she is not much older than them.
He was standing by the cutting table in the front section of his tailoring shop, which is located along the road leading into Zoo Road.
Su’ada greeted as she entered the shop cheerfully, starting with greetings to Jabir, who was crouched down fanning charcoal inside a local stove.
Ibrahim lifted his head, smiled at her, then returned to his cutting.
She went inside, greeted the other tailors in the shop, then came back to where he was, pulled a chair, sat down, and said:
“Yallabai, good afternoon. How’s work?”
Without stopping his cutting, he replied cheerfully, “Good afternoon, Yallabiya. How is school?”
“Hmmm, school is stressing us, but we’re almost done, Insha Allah. I just hope my dress is ready.”
Teasingly, he said, “Your dress? It hasn’t even been cut yet. Maybe tomorrow or the day after.”
Her eyes widened as she pleaded, “What? Khaleel, seriously? The dinner is tomorrow, and I won’t even be able to come out because I’ll be busy with henna and hair.”
He paused as if thinking, then said, “Honestly, there’s a problem. You see, Musa and the others already have clothes I’ve cut for them, and they might occupy me till night or even morning.”
She pleaded even more, “Come on, Khaleel. You know I don’t like anyone’s sewing except yours. Please, find a way to finish mine by tomorrow evening.”
He nodded, looking into the shop, and said, “Umar, bring me that nylon bag, let me see.”
He began taking out the clothes, smiling slightly. “This looks like your material, right?”
She pouted slightly but smiled, saying, “Khaleel, you’re just teasing me. Honestly, I was already worried.”
He replied, “No need to worry. Here are your clothes—take them and go home.”
Happily, she collected the bag and handed him the full payment for the sewing—three thousand naira. Then she greeted everyone and left the shop, her face glowing with happiness.
She herself didn’t understand why Khaleel attracted her so much. Everything about him appealed to her—especially his extreme cleanliness. Allah had blessed him with cleanliness; he was always neat, and so was his shop. Anytime you entered, it was tidy and filled with a pleasant fragrance that made you not want to leave.