Ina Tare Da Ita Pary 1 Complete Hausa Novel

A Surprise Visit and a Little Angel’s Joy
A handsome young man of about twenty pulled his trolley along and stepped into the sitting room. He greeted as he entered and found Ummi seated on a chair, engaged in her evening supplications. Smiling brightly, she returned his greeting and said, “My son, so you came back this evening like this? No call at all?” Then she added with certainty that she already knew—he must have realized that Iftihal didn’t go to Islamiyya.
He smiled, a smile that made his handsomeness even more striking, because laughter and smiles suited him perfectly. Sitting on a single-seater, he spoke in his sweet voice, “Ummi, I wanted to surprise you—that’s why. I knew my angel would be so happy when she sees me.”
Ummi replied teasingly, “Hmm, of course she’ll be happy. For the past two days she has troubled us with her complaints. She insists that her ‘big brother’ must come back to her!”
He closed his eyes as Ummi mentioned that just yesterday Yaseer had punished Iftihal by making her kneel with her hands raised. He suddenly opened his eyes in shock and exclaimed in a husky voice, “What?! So that’s how they treat her when I’m not around?” He spoke angrily, while Ummi immediately regretted saying it and tried to calm him, reminding him she disliked trouble.
Before Suleiman could say more, Iftihal ran into the sitting room shouting, “Big brother! Where are you?” A soft, glowing smile spread across his face as he opened his arms. “My angel, I’m here.” She jumped into him laughing with joy, placing her dusty little feet on his white suit as she tried to climb onto his lap. Ummi quickly warned her about dirtying his clothes, but he only joked, saying he would change clothes if that happened.
Iftihal innocently put a sweet into his mouth and said proudly that she had gone to Islamiyya, eaten well, and behaved herself. He understood her every word, smiled, and lifted her up, spinning her around. “My angel, let’s go greet Mommy, then we’ll go to my room, unpack my bag, and you’ll collect your gifts.”
Family Bonds, Jealousy, and Hidden Tensions
Ummi watched quietly, already used to the special care Suleiman gave Iftihal compared to his other siblings. She asked gently when the children had been fighting her. He dismissed it, saying he would handle it.
On their way, Suleiman questioned Iftihal about who had been bullying her. She mentioned Yaseer and Zubaida, and their mother, Mama Zulai, who often glared at her or chased her away. Suleiman sighed, clearly hurt, but decided to ignore them.
They greeted Mommy, who was preparing dinner for Daddy. She welcomed Suleiman warmly, clearly fond of him more than anyone else in the family. He explained that he had wanted to surprise her instead of calling. Mommy laughed and teased Iftihal for clinging to him too much, while Suleiman jokingly threatened to stop visiting if she kept disturbing his angel.
Later, after prayers and dinner, Suleiman returned to his room with Iftihal, unpacked his trolley, and revealed sweets, chocolates, biscuits, and hair accessories. She screamed with joy and hugged him tightly. He teased her lovingly, and she promised to hide her gifts, bathe, and return for a chat.
Meanwhile, Mommy bathed Iftihal and dressed her for bed. Iftihal proudly repeated the good manners Suleiman had taught her—never to be stingy or insult others. Mommy smiled, pleased with Suleiman’s positive influence on her daughter.
An Accident That Changes Everything
Later, while playing in the sitting room with Suleiman’s phone—which she had taken without asking—Iftihal accidentally dropped it. The phone hit the floor and the screen shattered. Everyone gasped. Mommy picked it up and immediately felt worried, knowing how expensive it was and how much it meant to Suleiman.
Usman whispered fearfully that this would cause serious trouble for Iftihal now that her big brother had just returned. Iftihal burst into tears. In her anger and shock, Mommy slapped her and dragged her away, making her cry even louder. Daddy, hearing the noise, rushed out to ask what had happened.
Mommy explained the incident just as Suleiman walked in and greeted them. Even before he fully entered, he heard Iftihal’s cries. Osman quickly said, “Big brother, Iftihal broke your phone and Mommy slapped her.”
Suleiman shot Osman a sharp glare at once—his anger rising, not at the broken phone, but at seeing his beloved little angel in tears.