Hangen Dala Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Hidden Jealousies and the Conversation Between Co-wives
 
It was almost two o’clock in the afternoon. She sat in her clean, well-arranged living room, folding her children’s laundry one by one after collecting it from the drying line. Her mind was crowded with thoughts she was trying hard to push away.
 
Just then, she lifted her eyes when she heard the curtain move. It was Maman Ummi, carrying her baby daughter on her back. The lady of the house, Maman Amir, followed her with her eyes, scanning her quietly. She looked thinner, restless, and uneasy.
 
After sitting down and putting Ummi beside her, the baby crawled to Maman Amir, who lifted her and began playing with her until the little girl started laughing.
 
Maman Ummi then spoke bitterly:
 
> “Maman Amir, do you think this life we’re living is fair? We sit quietly with our children, and yet Baban Amir is bringing another woman into our midst? Shouldn’t we stop him before he ruins our peace?”
 
 
 
Maman Amir paused her play and looked at her co-wife calmly. Indeed, jealousy was a painful thing, and even she herself was not at peace. But she replied softly,
 
> “What can we do, Maman Ummi? We didn’t give birth to Baban Amir; we can’t stop him from what he intends to do.”
 
 
 
Maman Ummi shook her head stubbornly.
 
> “We can stop him if we work together. But you’ve left me alone in this fight. If only you’d joined me, maybe he wouldn’t have succeeded!”
 
 
 
A faint smile crossed Maman Amir’s lips as she remembered her past experiences.
 
> “Maman Ummi,” she said, “we both live under Baban Amir’s authority. If we fight him, we gain nothing. God allowed him to marry more than one wife. I once fought it too, and it brought me nothing but pain. Please, be patient. Everything has an end. The one who endures always wins.”
 
 
 
Maman Ummi, frustrated, stood up and muttered,
 
> “We’ll just keep watching until that girl ruins everything. Don’t you see how she’s already taken control of Baban Amir?”
 
 
 
Maman Amir only smiled again and replied calmly,
 
> “If kindness could stop a man from taking another wife, then Baban Amir would never have married again. I’ve accepted it with patience, and you should too.”
 
 
 
Before Maman Ummi could respond, someone knocked and greeted from outside. Both women turned to the door.
 
A visitor entered — it was Rashida, Maman Ummi’s close friend. Despite being her friend, Maman Amir greeted her politely. Rashida immediately asked,
 
> “Maryam, are you alright?”
 
 
 
Maryam (Maman Ummi) sighed heavily but said nothing. Maman Amir explained,
 
> “She’s troubled about Baban Amir’s plan to marry again.”
 
 
 
Rashida frowned.
 
> “And she’s right! I’ve investigated that girl — she’s shameless. She even controls her own father at home. If you don’t act now, she’ll destroy your homes.”
 
 
 
Maman Amir’s heart sank, but she whispered,
 
> “If you hold on to God, He will protect you.”
 
 
 
Rashida stood, picked up baby Ummi, and said,
 
> “You’d better act before it’s too late. I’m warning you — do something.”
 
 
 
Then she left, followed by Maman Ummi.
 
Rufaida and Her Friends — A Plot of Deception
 
Later that evening, Rufaida ended a phone call smiling widely, her face glowing with excitement.
 
> “Truly, I’ve done well,” she boasted. “Baban Amir is now mine completely!”
 
 
 
Her friend Zahra’u laughed loudly.
 
> “You’ve got the man in your hands, Rufaida. I can’t wait to enter my own man’s house just like you!”
 
 
 
Rufaida laughed proudly,
 
> “By Allah, I’ll make sure his wives regret ever crossing me. They’ll feel the pain of jealousy when they see how much love he shows me. They’ll suffer!”
 
 
 
Zahra’u laughed wickedly, and their other friend Fatima, who had been quiet, finally spoke:
 
> “Fear God, both of you! Those women are living peacefully with their husbands and children, and you want to destroy that? What did they do to you?”
 
 
 
Rufaida rolled her eyes.
 
> “They failed, Fatima! Only a foolish woman lets her husband marry another woman. If it were me, I wouldn’t let it happen.”
 
 
 
Zahra’u nodded,
 
> “Exactly! Show them who’s superior. Make them know they’re not your equals.”
 
 
 
Fatima shook her head sadly.
 
> “You’ve gone too far, both of you. This will only end badly.”
 
 
 
Rufaida ignored her and said,
 
> “Come on, let’s go shopping. I have ₦20,000 to buy everything I’ll use to break their hearts on my wedding day!”
 
 
 
She laughed as they all left, while Fatima could only watch them go, feeling deeply sorry.
 
The Evening at Home — Reflection and Regret
 
By 7:30 that evening, after the family finished their night prayers, Maman Amir sat among the children doing their Qur’anic homework from Islamiyya school — her four children: Amir, Ahmad, Hanifa, and Rabi’a, and Maman Ummi’s two children: Mubarak and Usman.
 
She rested her hand on her growing belly, lost in thought. The visit from Hafsat the previous day still disturbed her — it had caused another wave of tension between her and Maman Ummi.
 
She knew they needed peace between them before any new wife entered the family, otherwise the chaos would only grow.
 
Just then, Baban Amir walked in. The children rushed to him excitedly, greeting him with hugs. Maman Amir forced a smile and greeted him too.
 
He looked at her quietly, feeling a mix of love and guilt. He knew that Halima (Maman Amir) was a good woman — gentle and patient. Marrying Maryam (Maman Ummi) had been his destiny, but now he realized how much Halima had endured.
 
In the past, he thought she wasn’t capable enough, believing he needed another woman to complete him. But now, he understood that Halima’s patience and calmness were her strength.
 
He regretted the pain he had caused her while pursuing Maryam. He believed that if not for Halima’s humility and tolerance, things would have been much worse.
 
Now, even though Maryam adorned herself with beauty, he found more peace and respect with Halima than with Maryam — a silent truth that even Maryam couldn’t deny.