Faɗime Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Cruel Joy and a Dark Promise
Lami burst into loud laughter again and again, her heart overflowing with sheer happiness at the sight of her co-wife, Ummah, writhing in severe labor pains. Yet this did not stir even the slightest pity in her. Instead, she stepped further into the room, a neatly arranged space that clearly looked like the room of a newly married bride. She fixed Ummah—who was crouched in the middle of the room, struggling helplessly in agony—with a piercing stare. Then she moved closer, knelt in front of her, and said:
“You did too little, and you made a very big mistake by agreeing to become my co-wife. What you’re suffering now is nothing compared to what is coming. Everything will turn against whatever you give birth to. I promise you, I will ruin and scatter the life of any child you bring into this world. I tried everything to make the pregnancy fail while it was still small, but it didn’t work. Now let the child be born and face my punishment. It will become something pitiful because of the curse I have prepared for it.”
The Potion and the Pain of Childbirth
After speaking, she stood up, loosened the wrapper around her waist, and brought out a powdery substance—devoid of faith, devoid of mercy. Without any compassion for Ummah’s condition, Lami bent down and poured the powder in front of her, cold and heartless. She then stepped aside, arms folded, waiting for the outcome, recalling the words of Malam Kasan Komai. He had assured her that once she poured the powder before Ummah during labor, the child might not even be born alive; and if it did survive, it would be useless—its only difference from a corpse would be breathing. Beyond that, Ummah would never conceive again for the rest of her life. All this would happen if Lami followed his instructions exactly. He had even sternly warned her on how to use the medicine before giving it to her.
Soon after, Ummah’s labor intensified violently, and the moment of delivery arrived. Just then, Malam Yahaya, the husband, returned hurriedly after calling the midwife, followed closely by his stepmother, the village midwife. Seeing them, Lami quickly rushed back to Ummah, pretending to console and assist her. At that very moment, the midwife Iya Suwai entered the room, and the baby girl was delivered. Lami eagerly joined in to help, as nothing was lacking in assistance.
A Terrifying Miracle
A few minutes later, the baby girl was in Lami’s arms. She stared at her closely, filled with frustration and disbelief—the child was beautiful, healthy, and chubby, Mashallah. Then, as if in a dream, Lami thought she saw the baby wink at her. Shocked, Lami widened her eyes, staring back to confirm what she had seen. Suddenly, the baby burst into laughter, revealing tiny teeth in her mouth. Terror seized Lami. She screamed and jumped up, trying to fling the baby away and run, but it felt as though the child had been glued to her hands. Her body began to tremble violently with fear. Instinctively, she looked down again at the baby—only to see the infant fixing her with big eyes and sticking out her tongue at her.
Frozen in terror, Lami swallowed hard. Before she could move, the baby spoke:
“Baabaah, Lami, aren’t you going to bathe me? Or do you want the cold to catch me?”
Only then did Lami remember that she had taken the baby to bathe her. Her strength completely left her body as fear overwhelmed her. Her mind raced—how could a newborn speak? Hadn’t Malam Kasan Komai told her that the child would be born disabled, or at best, no different from a dead body?