Kara'in Inna Delu Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The Unexpected Gathering
 
They sat quietly, each waiting in suspense. Their mother, Inna Delu, had called them together but refused to explain until their younger sister, Maryam, arrived. The secrecy puzzled everyone.
 
When Maryam entered with greetings, Inna welcomed her warmly, praising her as the beloved last-born. Abba and Baba smiled; Maryam’s presence always brought joy.
 
Inna insisted Maryam sit by her before asking about her husband. Maryam explained he was away for exams, then greeted everyone respectfully.
 
A silence followed before Inna cleared her throat.
 
Inna’s Reflection on Loss
 
She began:
 
“I gathered you to speak my mind. Today marks two weeks since your father’s burial. May Allah forgive him and grant him peace.”
 
Her voice cracked, and she wept openly.
 
Abba frowned. “Inna, all he needs now is our prayers, not such talk.”
 
But Inna continued, recalling how their father disliked repaying debts. She told old stories of chickens taken and never returned. Baba Umar interrupted gently, asking her to stop reviving painful memories.
 
She hushed for a moment, then added bitterly that if they had given her money earlier, she could have raised livestock instead of struggling to settle debts. Maryam’s sharp look made her swallow further words.
 
The Shocking Revelation
 
After another pause, Inna declared:
 
“Now that mourning is over, I will not remain a widow. I have decided to remarry.”
 
The room froze. All her children’s mouths fell open.
 
“Aure, Inna? Marriage?” they asked together in disbelief.
 
She nodded, unshaken. “Yes, marriage! It is the Sunnah of the Prophet. Who dares argue with that?”
 
The Children’s Objection
 
Abba tried to reason: “But Inna, you’re seventy. Shouldn’t you focus on prayers and remembrance of Allah?”
 
Inna clapped her hands in protest. “Seventy? Does that mean I’m useless? Marriage is worship too. Better I die in a husband’s house than remain a lonely widow. Even caring for his needs—yes, even washing him—is part of love and worship.”
 
Her children shifted uncomfortably. Maryam pleaded, “Inna, why speak so? We are your children.”
 
But Inna waved her off. “Do not silence me! You think I am old, finished. Yet I know myself—I still have strength and desires. Just like a young woman, I too can benefit from marriage.”
 
Inna Defends Her Desire
 
She grew more passionate.
 
“For fifty-seven years I was married to your father. Now I want another chance. Even at my age, I know I can enjoy marriage as any young bride. Maryam, you know I have even gone to the market to buy things to keep myself youthful. Wallahi, I am not done with life!”
 
“INNA!” Maryam exclaimed in shame, glancing at her brothers, who sat in stunned silence.
 
But Inna pressed on, claiming her honesty was misunderstood. “Better I speak truth than hide. You want me to suffer alone? No! Even the Prophet encouraged marriage so that we may multiply. You, Maryam, need a companion too, and I can give you siblings if Allah wills.”
 
Choosing Her Groom
 
When they asked who she meant to marry, her answer deepened their shock.
 
“You all know Jauro. He is my choice.”
 
Baba Umar could hardly contain his anger. “Inna! This is too much.”
 
But she glared back. “Do not think I fear you. I endured a forced marriage to your father when he was still a poor student. Now I choose for myself. My heart has long carried love for Jauro—it is deep, it is real, and it will not die.”
 
Her words struck like thunder.
 
Clash with the Children
 
Sa’adu leapt to his feet, unable to bear it. “Inna! Please stop this talk. Father has only been buried two weeks, yet you speak of marriage? This is unbearable!”
 
Inna rose too, tightening her wrapper with fiery resolve. “So you are jealous for your dead father? He is gone! Between us, only mourning remained, and I have completed it. Islam allows me to remarry. Show me where it forbids old women to wed!”
 
Her children fell silent, unable to reply.
 
Inna’s Final Stand
 
She looked at them one by one, eyes blazing.
 
“You have no answer because there is none! Religion does not forbid me. Age does not forbid me. Do not chain me with your shame. I will marry, and none of you will stop me. You cannot tie the living to the dead.”
 
Her voice thundered across the room, silencing every tongue. The weight of her decision pressed down on them, leaving them speechless, each struggling to accept the startling reality:
 
Their seventy-year-old mother was determined to remarry—and nothing could stand in her way.