Kida A Ruwa Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

After Zak-Shadow’s Arrest
It has been three years and some months since Zak-Shadow was arrested. Many unpleasant things happened, though there were also a few good ones along the way. However, the painful events outweighed the pleasant ones so much that it felt as if the good ones no longer existed.
To describe the level of distress Mammah and the others went through at that time would be an understatement. Imran did everything he possibly could, but they weren’t even allowed to see Zak-Shadow for months. Later on, Imran himself was arrested.
At first, many high-ranking officers stood firmly on the case, hoping matters would be resolved and that Zak-Shadow and Imran would be released. But gradually they began to withdraw, leaving only General Yusuf to continue the struggle. Deep in his heart, he had genuine affection for both Zak-Shadow and Imran. After the fall of the Chief of Army Staff, preparations began to take the case to court. By then, Zak-Shadow had been detained for nine months, and throughout that period no one was allowed to see him except his guards and the Chief of Army Staff alone.
Since the matter was a carefully orchestrated operation and no one could grasp its full details, the judgment was delivered at the very first court session. Haysam Abdul-Rasheed Shehu Kobi (Zak-Shadow) was sentenced to twenty-five years in prison, while Imran Abbas received five years.
By God, this matter did not only shake Mammah’s family and Imran’s household—it shook the entire nation. Immediately, patriotic youths and some organizations began peaceful protests, rejecting the verdict passed on Zak-Shadow and Imran. The protests later turned chaotic, but the chaos was not caused by the protesters; rather, it was instigated by a shadowy group that feared their victory was being undone. Strict security measures were imposed, forcing the youths to return home. The struggle continued only through discussions in the media and prayers for divine intervention, along with warnings to politicians that the next election was coming—because anyone with insight could see that the judgment was purely political.
Mammah’s Household
As for Mammah, there was hardly any conversation. Despite her strength and ability to suppress her emotions, she eventually fell ill and had to be hospitalized for nearly two months before God restored her health. However, high blood pressure had already taken its toll on her.
The younger ones were the most affected emotionally. At one point, Ma’aruff and the others even considered canceling the wedding that was approaching, but Mammah refused. She insisted it must go on. So once she regained some strength, preparations resumed. The house for the couple had already been built before Imran’s arrest and was brought back into use within the family compound. After his arrest, Uncle Nasiru ensured construction continued based on Mammah’s advice.
One week after Mammah left the hospital—exactly two weeks after the sentence was passed on Dada—the wedding of Ma’aruff and Ja’afar was held. But there was little joy in it. Only the marriage contract was conducted, and the brides were taken home. Apart from the children like Nimrah who still played cheerfully, everyone else was simply putting on a brave face. In the end, the ceremony concluded peacefully.
Because there was no large gathering, the house remained quiet. Only Gwaggo Khadijah and a few relatives from Kano attended. After the night prayer, the brides were taken to their section, since they had been staying in Mammah’s wing until the wedding ended.
Mammah’s Instruction
When it was past ten and neither Ma’aruff nor Ja’afar had gone to their wives, Mammah called Bilal to ask about them.
He replied, “Mammah, they’re in their room. It doesn’t look like they intend to go to their wives’ section. It was even hard enough to get them to bathe and change clothes.”
Mammah smiled faintly and shook her head, suppressing her worry.
“Put the phone on speaker,” she said.
Bilal did as instructed and informed her. She called out,
“Ma’aruff! Ja’afar!”
They both answered at once from where they sat at the edge of the bed.
“Do you think what you’re about to do is right? Don’t forget they now have rights over you. If you neglect even one of those rights, Allah will question you. What you’re doing will not bring Imran and Muhammad back to us. Why can’t we accept destiny and be patient? Prayer is the remedy for everything. So I order you to get up and go. Let Bilal and Ammar escort you there—until morning.”
Ma’aruff, his voice choked, said,
“But Mammah…”
“I don’t want to hear anything. Get up and go. Bilal, you and Ammar take them.”
“Yes, Mammah,” Bilal replied, wiping tears from his eyes. Ja’afar was also crying, and Ma’aruff turned away to wipe his own tears. What hurt them most was remembering how they had looked forward to this day, expecting to celebrate it with their father and with Imran. Yet now everything had taken place without them—even though they were alive and in the same city, destiny had placed a barrier between them.
They had no choice but to obey Mammah. They were already bathed and dressed in matching sleepwear, since they didn’t need any other clothes for the night. Ammar, who had not been in good health since the verdict, struggled to accompany them but did so because of Mammah’s order.
Ma’aruff, being the eldest, led the way to his section of the house, beautifully furnished with modern comforts. The air carried the scent of new furniture, perfume, and fresh paint. At the bedroom door—certain Lailah was inside—he knocked lightly. Without waiting for a reply, he opened the door slightly and peeked in. Seeing her sitting on the large bed prepared for her made him exhale softly. Then he opened the door fully, greeting her. Whether she responded or not, he turned to look at Ja’afar and the others standing behind him.