Ƙarfe Daya Ba Ya Amo Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

A white, moderately priced Lexus was driving smoothly, without speeding or rough driving. From all appearances, the driver was not a young man—or he might be a youth, but one with extensive knowledge of driving and its rules. Upon closer observation, you would realize the car was being driven cautiously because the person being driven was neither someone to play with nor to take risks with.

Inside the car were four people. In the front passenger seat was a young man who looked very much like a student seeking knowledge, wearing a modestly priced tunic along with a cap, cradling a collection of items including a briefcase, a laptop, and other gadgets.

In the back on the left side was another young man who appeared slightly older than the one sitting in the front. He was fair-complexioned and dressed in a black Thobe (thawb), wearing a white cap atop his medium-length hair. His face was covered with sideburns, and his attention was fully directed toward his side, where a voice of soft, deeply calm tone was speaking—so much so that unless those in the car remained completely still and listened intently, they would hear nothing of what he was saying.

The speaker, seated on the right side, shifted slightly, mentioned the name of Allah, and paused as if in deep thought before continuing to speak softly.

Wherever you might look for tranquility and perfection, a single glance at this servant of Allah would give you all of it. From the way he sat, you could tell he was tall, with a medium build that appeared strong. He was exceptionally fair-complexioned, his face adorned with a full beard that seemed untouched except for neat grooming, and his eyes were behind clear-lens glasses—though that did not hide their depth and composure.

He was dressed in a grey Thobe, overlaid with a sheer black Arab cloak known as a jubba. On his head was a red-and-white patterned Ghutra that suited him perfectly, held in place by an Agal (the black ring-like cord that prevents the Ghutra from blowing away in the wind). A simple yet visibly expensive watch was strapped to his wrist. One hand rested against the car door while the other lay on his lap as he continued talking to the person beside him.

"Ammar, I hope you understand?"

"Yes, Shaykh. In sha Allah, everything will be done just as you said."

He nodded before turning his eyes back to the road and peacefully resumed his continuous remembrance of Allah (azkar). He was someone given to constant remembrance of Allah and sending blessings upon the Prophet, which shielded him from all pointless talk.

Suddenly, the driver slammed hard on the brakes. Ammar, who had been typing on his phone, looked up hastily.

"What is it, Malam Bala?"

"Malam Ammar, I think those are robbers ahead of us, and they have blocked the road," Malam Bala said.

Yet, not a single one of them felt even a trace of fear, as this was hardly their first time encountering such things—it was part of their routine when returning late at night from the Shaykh's nocturnal lectures and teachings.