Karain Inna Delu Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

They were all seated, waiting in suspense. The fact that their mother had called them and gathered everyone surprised them all, because she refused to utter a single word to them, insisting she wouldn't speak until their younger sister, Maryam, arrived. Inna had called Maryam on the phone, telling her to come urgently as there was a highly important matter to discuss. The sound of Maryam offering a greeting was what made everyone look up at her.
"Welcome, my youngest daughter! Welcome, my baby, welcome, my beloved dark-skinned last-born, the great one! You are better than the firstborn, you excel over the firstborn," Inna Delu said, clapping her hands and swaying her head. Abba and Baba relaxed their expressions upon seeing the arrival of their younger sister, whom both their mother and they themselves loved dearly, given that she was their younger sister and the last-born. Smiling, Maryam approached the living room and found a place to sit.
"Oh no, come closer to me and sit down. Where is my husband?" Inna asked, grinning broadly.
"He went to school, they are having exams," Maryam said as she found a spot to sit and greeted her older brothers and Inna.
After the greetings, a brief silence followed before Inna cleared her throat and began speaking as follows:
"The reason I gathered you all is to inform you about what is on my mind. You know it is said that the person with deep-set eyes starts crying early. You all know that today marks exactly two weeks since I completed the mourning period for your father's death. May Allah have mercy on Mallam's soul and make his grave a place of rest. May Allah ensure he didn't taste the club of the angels Munkar and Nakir," she concluded, breaking into tears.
"Haba Inna, right now Mallam needs nothing more than prayers, yet you are talking about clubs," Abba said in frustration.
"Haba Sa'adu, I am not wishing him bad luck. It's just that I know by thunder that he used to take people's chickens and guinea fowls on credit. Oh Allah, hide my voice, I don't mean to expose secrets, but your father absolutely detested paying off debts. And I heard that back in the days of the Prophet, if a person died while owing a debt, the Messenger of Allah would not even perform the funeral prayer over his corpse. So you see, debt is a calamity, but your father never wanted to pay. You know how he loved meat like a wizard. Why, even for me, there was a time he took one of my chickens. I loved that chicken because it used to lay a lot of eggs for me, but while it was still brooding on its nest, he took it, slaughtered it, and had it cooked with locust bean spice. It was highly seasoned, but apart from the head and the bones, I didn't eat anything else from that chicken; he devoured it all. If I had known he wasn't going to pay me back, by Allah's thunder, I would have eaten the thighs and the breast and given him the rest. Why, until he returned to Allah, he hadn't pa—"
"Inna, for Allah's sake, stop digging up these old secrets. Are you the one who is supposed to pay Baba Mallam's debts? Besides, we made absolutely sure that we paid off all his debts," Baba Umar said, looking at her.
"Oh, bless you! Well, I'll keep quiet then. Though you shouldn't have stressed yourselves paying off his debts. If you had given me that money instead, I would have bought geese to rear. Why, if it's about the punishment of the grave, it has already been done to—"
The look Maryam gave her—the kind that says what you are doing is not right—stopped her from finishing her sentence.
"Uhm, listen to the one with a toothache; you speak with your own mouth and yet you're prevented from talking. And if they want to insult your intelligence, they will claim it's just the rambling of old age," Inna said, pouting. She then continued, saying:
"Anyway, what I was saying is that since I have completed the mourning period and even stayed an extra fourteen days grieving for Mallam—even during that time, I suppressed my feelings, bit my lip, and braced myself. But if it weren't for the mourning period, an Islamic wedding would have been arranged for me just the day after the seventh-day prayers. After all, whoever is dead is dead and gone. But because a remnant of his mourning period remained, that's why I patiently waited. Why, even out of respect for the mourning period, I observed it for him. Since I have now completed the mourning period and staying like this is enough for me, I don't want to bring reproach upon you all by having people mock you that your mother is unmarried, or counting your mother among the divorcées of the neighborhood. That is why I am saying I am going to get MARRIED..."
Everyone looked up at her in total shock, their mouths wide open.
"Marriage, Inna?" they said in unison.
"Hey, you children, put away that shock I've given you. Marriage, of course! Or did you not hear what I said, that you are repeating it like someone whose Quranic school fees I am paying? Haba children, I said marriage, the tradition of the Messenger. Or is there anyone here who is going to oppose the tradition of the Messenger of Allah?" she said, swaying her head, sensing that she was going to have a hard time with them.
"Inna, do you even know what you are saying? You said marriage! At seventy years old, what else is left for you besides staying dedicated to your worship, performing prayers, and sending blessings upon the Prophet..."