Hurriya Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

Inside the Vehicle
 
Before the driver reached the house, everyone in the car thought Hurriya was going to pass out because her crying was louder than her breathing—so heavy that it seemed her breath would leave her body entirely. Namra held her tightly, crying with her and trying to console her.
 
“Please be patient, Hurriya. In sha Allah he will return safely. May Allah protect them.”
 
Hurriya couldn’t utter a word. Her eyelashes were soaked and stuck together from crying; the tears blinded her completely, making her unable to see even the faint blurry images she normally sees without her glasses. When the driver stopped, Salma and Khairi got out crying and ran toward Hajiya Kaltume’s side of the compound. Namra stayed behind to help Hurriya out.
 
“I can’t see anything, Yaya Namra. My eyes have completely closed… Please don’t leave me here, I’m scared… Call Yaya Yasir or take me to Amma… or call Appa, please.”
 
Her voice shook as she spoke, her breath choking her. She knew she could only cry freely and explain what happened to one of the people she trusted. Every child runs to their mother when trouble comes—but she had no such comfort today. Not because her mother was dead, but because she was not living with her father and his family. She had never felt the pain of lacking a mother’s presence in the house until now. Every child needs a mother, and especially one like her with an eye condition.
 
She collapsed to the ground, holding her head with both hands, crying so loudly that everyone in the compound turned their attention to her.
 
“Amma… Amma… Amma… my mother… where are you… my Amma…”
 
Namra quickly held her hand, crying.
 
“Hurriya, don’t cry here, let’s go inside. Momy is inside.”
 
Hurriya pulled her hand away; she knew she couldn’t lean on Momy or Hajiya Kaltume for comfort—neither saw her as their own child.
 
“Call my brother. Call my brother.”
 
Namra wanted to go call Yasir but then saw him running toward them.
 
“Hurriya!”
 
When she heard his voice, Hurriya stood up instantly and tried to locate him by feeling the air with her hands.
 
“My brother! My brother! My brother!”
 
Everyone watching felt deep sympathy for her. Losing one’s sight is a huge burden. (Alhamdulillah for the blessing of sight. If you can read this, thank Allah—it is His gift. And remember this book is paid; reading without paying or sharing without permission is not allowed.)
 
Yasir reached her and held her trembling hands.
 
“Please, brother… take me to my mother… please…”
 
Without hesitation, he took the car keys from the other driver and helped her into the back seat. Watching her blindly feeling her way into the car broke Namra’s heart even more. Yasir got into the driver’s seat and sped out of the compound in distress. Had he not been a man, he would have broken down crying like his siblings and mother.
 
Hurriya went silent in the car, seeing nothing but darkness, while her heart was filled with fear. At the compound gate of their own house, Yasir stopped. He opened the door and helped her out. But when he faced the gate, he realized he couldn’t enter. He couldn’t be the one to tell Amma her son had been kidnapped. He knew that once she saw Hurriya in this state, she would ask questions—and he couldn’t lie to her. Yet he also couldn’t leave Hurriya alone at a time like this.
 
“Hurriya, can we go back? I can’t go inside right now. I don’t want to give Amma more distress.”
 
Hearing that, she gently removed her hand from his.
 
“No… I… can… go… from… here…”
 
He didn’t know she was completely blind; he thought she still saw faint shadows. So he opened the gate and allowed her to feel her way inside before closing it and driving away.
 
Hurriya stretched her hands forward, feeling her way into the compound, using her memory to picture the path
 
At the House
 
“Hurriya…”
 
She recognized Rukayya’s voice and felt a wave of relief. Rukayya quickly reached her and held her hand.
 
“Who brought you? We heard the gate open but no one came in, so I came to check.”
 
“Yaya Yasir brought me… he left… Mama Rukayya, please take me to my mother.”
 
“What happened to you, Hurriya?”
 
“Take me to my mother, please… I can’t see… I can’t see anything, only darkness… even the blurry sight I usually have is gone.”
 
“Innalillahi…”
 
Rukayya said, pulling her inside. Amma, who was in Gwaggo’s room washing moringa leaves, quickly stood up—the sight of Hurriya’s tear-soaked face, school uniform, and missing glasses startled her.
 
“Hurriya, what happened to you?”
 
Only someone whose soul longs for a mother can understand the feeling of hearing her voice.
 
“Amma… where are you…?”
 
Hurriya left Rukayya’s hand and reached out, feeling for her mother’s voice. Amma opened her arms, and Hurriya threw herself into them, crying so intensely that Amma herself broke down.
 
“What happened, Hurriya? What happened to you? Who brought you? What happened to your eyes? And where are your glasses?”
 
Before Hurriya could speak, she remembered Yasir saying he couldn’t tell Amma what happened either. If he couldn’t say it, how could she?
 
Her lips froze as though sewn shut. She couldn’t speak—only tears fell.
 
“Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un…”
 
Amma whispered, her heart pounding. She knew something terrible must have happened for her daughter to be brought home like this, unable to speak and clinging to her as if life depended on it.
 
“Hurriya, calm down… remember I’m pregnant… or come, let me hold you properly if you want to be held.”
 
Gwaggo said. But Hurriya shook her head and clung tighter to Amma.
 
“Did someone beat you?”
 
She shook her head.
 
“Did someone pour something into your eyes?”
 
She shook her head.
 
“Did you fight with someone?”
 
She shook her head.
 
“Please speak. What is it? Did you fight with Hamad? I know he can hit you badly when I’m not home.”
 
Hearing his name made Hurriya burst into fresh tears.
 
“Yasir brought her. She talked a little earlier, but now she can’t say anything.”
 
“Maybe she fought with Hamad, that’s why she’s scared to tell me, afraid I’ll scold him and he’ll beat her again.”
 
Amma said. The moment she mentioned Hamad, and seeing Hurriya weeping harder, convinced her something happened between them.
 
“That boy is a big problem. He can never live peacefully with his siblings; he has no pity.”
 
Rukayya added. Gwaggo said:
 
“That’s how some siblings are. Not everyone gets along.”
 
“But his own is too much.”
 
Amma stayed quiet, listening to Hurriya’s distressed breathing.