Luu Luu Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

Four guards were stationed at the entrance, tall men whose physiques alone told you they possessed immense strength. They stood firmly in place, and as he approached, two of them stepped aside, opened the door for him, bowed their heads, and gave him ample passage.
Calmly, he offered greetings as he entered the well-arranged library. From the very first day his research led him to the library, he had admired its layout; it was perfectly suited to the atmosphere of quiet study.
“And peace, mercy, and blessings of Allah be upon you too,” the Sultan replied, seated on one of the fine, soft chairs placed there, his face lit with a smile.
“Welcome, Sheikh Muhammad,” the Sultan added again, adjusting his sitting position properly as he looked at Nannie, who was seated beside him.
She had been in the library for quite some time, talking with the Sultan, and all their discussion had been about Akhnan’s marriage. Since the day he told her not to contact Akhnan again, she had not sought him out, nor had she spoken of the matter again. She knew that if the Sultan had spoken on it, then he had his reasons. He was her father; he understood his daughter better than anyone, and she was certain there was a reason he had said she should not allow the matter of Akhnan to come between them again.
“Here is your son, Fatimatou,” the Sultan said with a smile, stretching out his hands toward Haisam, who was walking toward them.
Nannie smiled as she looked at Haisam. There had not been a single sitting with the Sultan in which he had not spoken to her about Haisam. She was always amazed at how deeply he had entered his heart so suddenly. But today, with just one look at him, her amazement lessened. There was a remarkable calmness and self-control about him, and above all, she could see a great dignity in him, along with a certain light whose nature even she could not explain.
“Indeed, today I have seen Muhammad Haisam,” she said, shaking her head, her eyes still fixed on him as he sat beside the Sultan.
With respect, they exchanged greetings with the Sultan, and he then turned the flow of greeting toward Nannie, whose age was close to that of his grandmother.
With care and a certain affection for Haisam, she responded to him. She thanked him deeply for the attention he gave to Falaak’s studies and for agreeing to become an adviser to the Sultan, then she stood up.
“Let me give father and son some space, shall I?” she said with a laugh as she adjusted her wrapper.
The Sultan smiled. Whenever he remembered Haisam, whenever Haisam was by his side, it felt to him as though all the pain of not having a male heir had been lifted from him.
“Go well,” she said again, bowing to the Sultan in the respect she had shown him from childhood until now.
“May Allah make it so,” he replied to her with equal care.
The room fell silent for a while after Nannie left. Then the Sultan adjusted himself and drew closer a tray full of fruits in front of Haisam.
“I hope I did not interrupt your work… You did not go to bed knowing I would call for you, nor did you wake up with that in mind.”
Haisam gently shook his head, his face slightly softer than it usually was.
“There is no inconvenience in that.”
“Then in the name of Allah,” the Sultan said, gesturing toward the fruit. Haisam said nothing. He reached out, picked up a fruit, and held it in his hand without eating it.
He noticed that the Sultan seemed to have something he wanted to say, yet it was as though he found it difficult to say it. This made him adjust his sitting position slightly and ask,
“I hope it is not some problem or worry?”
The Sultan smiled again and shook his head.
“Not at all… It is advice that I need.”
Then he sat upright properly.
“Concerning the male and female servants in this house… there are marriage arrangements I wish to make. I want your advice regarding their situation in the household. All of them have reached maturity and adulthood. Morsa Safiyya is already implementing this system among the servants in her own quarters.”
Haisam nodded. The Sultan’s worth and dignity rose even higher in his eyes. On the other hand, he admired the woman the Sultan had mentioned for her insight and intelligence. A woman like her had thought of this and was actively carrying it out with all her determination and effort? Her name took his thoughts back, as if she were the one who had asked Ustaz Ousmane to bring him in his place… and if he remembered correctly, she seemed to be the Sultan’s second wife, assuming his reckoning had not failed him.
All his thoughts and hopes were good ones; he deeply appreciated such foresight and the effort to preserve the rights upheld in Islam. So he returned the apple to where he had taken it from and clasped his hands together.
“There are many errors and violations of religion in keeping male and female slaves, servants, or workers in the house without marrying them off or considering their human needs… there is great blame upon the character of anyone who does this…”
The Sultan nodded firmly in satisfaction.
“The best thing is to give them the freedom for each person to choose whom they want, and then marry them according to the way Islam prescribes.”
“In sha Allah,” the Sultan said, nodding his head. In his heart, Haisam’s stature and his love for him continued to grow even more.