Hamdah Part 3 Complete Hausa Novel

Hamdah Part 3 Complete Hausa Novel 
 
Hajj season had arrived. Preparations were in full swing, and soon Saudi Arabia was filled with pilgrims from around the world. Every day, from morning to night, Hamdah was out performing acts of worship. Sometimes, she went with Naseem and Nasmah; other times, she left them with Mammaa—the mother of her friend Ukhtee—who was also from the royal lineage of Saudi Arabia.
 
Because Mammaa had trouble walking, she stayed back, and her son Abdul Malik, a student at the University of Madina, would take Ukhtee around for worship using a wheelchair. Hamdah found relief in not having to take the kids everywhere, especially since they had become so accustomed to Mammaa and obeyed her easily.
 
With Allah’s mercy, Hamdah successfully completed her Hajj pilgrimage. As pilgrims began returning to their home countries, so did Hamdah and her group begin their preparations to leave.
 
Saying Goodbye
 
The day before their flight, people from the royal neighborhood poured in to bid them farewell. Some expressed sadness outright, while others wore it on their faces. Ukhtee and Mammaa had grown so attached to Hamdah that they refused to accept she was leaving. They pleaded with Bappa (her guardian) to leave Hamdah behind and return later to pick her up.
 
Hamdah could only respond with soft laughter, but deep down her heart felt heavy—especially when she saw Ukhtee crying and hugging Nasmah, saying she wouldn’t let Hamdah go.
 
Bappa observed them with curiosity, surprised by the pure affection these Arab women had developed for Hamdah.
 
Unexpected News
 
While they were still in this emotional moment, Bappa received a call from Mahmoud, who updated him about their homeland: work had already started on the arrangements they had planned, and things were progressing faster than expected.
 
Hearing this, Bappa prayed for continued success and then turned to the room full of people. He noted how they adored Hamdah, especially one particular tribe and their dignitaries. People from various neighborhoods came just to meet and take photos with her and the kids.
 
With pressure mounting, Bappa reluctantly agreed to let Hamdah stay behind for a few more days, promising they would put her on a flight later. The room erupted with joy. Ukhtee screamed excitedly and hugged Hamdah. Mammaa, too, was full of smiles.
 
The next day, around 4 AM, Bappa and the rest of the group left for Nigeria. Before leaving, he gave Hamdah heartfelt advice and prayed for her.
 
Since then, Hamdah stayed in contact with him regularly using Ukhtee’s phone. Life in the royal home of Saudi Arabia had been nothing short of graceful. She and the children were receiving exceptional care.
 
Back in Nigeria – Trouble Brews
 
Meanwhile, in Bauchi State, Nigeria, Na’ima was on her way to the hospital with her friend Raliya. Na’ima was heading for a prenatal checkup at her usual clinic in G.R.A.
 
As Raliya drove, she glanced at her friend. “Are you sure this plan will work? No problems?”
 
Na’ima sighed and adjusted her position. “Don’t worry, Raliya. I’m Na’ima—everything will go perfectly. Today, I must deliver this baby. I have to make it happen, or everything could fall apart.”
 
She continued, explaining how the night before, Saleem had suspiciously mentioned not seeing her baby bump, even though she claimed to be seven months pregnant. He even compared her to that girl, Hamdah, who had started showing signs of pregnancy in just four months.
 
Raliya gasped. “He still remembers her?”
 
Na’ima’s eyes filled with bitterness. “That’s why I must go through with this. I can’t let that girl’s name linger in his mouth. Even the local witch doctor warned me—Saleem’s bond with children is deep. I have to act before he starts connecting dots.”
 
She shared how she had been overeating just to make her stomach look bigger, and how Saleem’s sister Rafee’at was beginning to act suspicious too. Raliya laughed, mocking Rafee’at.
 
A Dark Plan
 
They arrived at the hospital and went straight to Dr. Mukhtar’s office. He was an old friend from their university days and now ran the hospital his father had built for him.
 
Their reunion was playful and full of jokes. But after some banter, Na’ima got serious.
 
“Doctor, I want to give birth—today.”
 
Dr. Mukhtar laughed. “But you’re not even full term. That belly isn’t ready.”
 
Na’ima insisted. “That’s why we need your help. We need a baby—urgently. What can you do?”
 
Dr. Mukhtar thought deeply. “We can’t risk smuggling a baby from this hospital again. It’s too risky. Security is tight since the last scandal. But… there’s a nearby orphanage. Some women drop newborns off immediately after delivery. You might find what you’re looking for there.”
 
Raliya nodded quickly. “That’s perfect. We’ll go there.”
 
Na’ima hesitated. “But what if someone finds out?”
 
Dr. Mukhtar reassured her. “You’ve got the money to shut people up. Just don’t get greedy.”
 
They all shared an evil laugh. As they continued plotting, a nurse burst into the office.
 
“Sir, there are two teenage girls outside—one is in labor, but they don’t have money or a guardian.”
 
Dr. Mukhtar asked them to come in. The sight of the heavily pregnant schoolgirl stunned everyone.
 
He questioned them about the father, the family, and what brought them here alone. One of the girls timidly confessed the truth—the girl’s parents had disowned her, and there was no father in the picture. She had brought her to the hospital because the girl was in serious pain and they had nowhere else to go.
 
Na’ima and Raliya exchanged glances.
 
“This is fate,” Raliya whispered with a knowing smile.
 
Na’ima turned to Dr. Mukhtar. “Help her. I’ll pay. Deliver the baby. Everything that follows… I’ll handle it.”
 
A Child Without a Name
 
Three hours later, the wails of a newborn echoed through the clinic. A text came to Raliya’s phone from Dr. Mukhtar: It’s a boy.
 
Na’ima grinned with malicious satisfaction. “I’ve given birth today.”
 
Dr. Mukhtar returned to the office and added, laughing, “Saleem just became a father.”
 
The three of them laughed again, sealing a wicked agreement.
 
Meanwhile, the young mother lay bleeding heavily, nearly unconscious, and weeping silently—unaware of what fate had just been written for her child.