Madadi Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The Collapse
 
"Innalillahi wa'inna ilaihi raji'un!" Baba Talatu gasped, tears brimming as she turned to Saddiqa.
"Fetch water! She has fainted again!" Saddiqa rushed out only to collide with Baba Malam and his son, Alhaji Magaji.
 
"So you're still crying?" Baba Malam said sharply. "You’ll not let Halima rest in her grave, will you?"
 
"No, Baba," Saddiqa sobbed. "We stopped. It’s Naja’atu, she fainted. That’s why Baba Talatu asked for water."
 
Without another word, they hurried into the room. Saddiqa returned with a cup of water. Baba Malam, already kneeling beside Naja’atu, began praying and sprinkled water gently on her face. After three sprinkles, she gasped, her eyes fluttered open, and she sat up—eyes scanning everyone in the room with shock.
 
💔 A Horrific Revelation
 
"Naja’atu, please calm down," Baba Talatu pleaded, holding her trembling hand.
 
But Naja’atu shrieked, clutching her ears. "No! I will not hear this madness! How can a father marry his own daughter? Baba Malam and… and my own Abba... you’re all unbelievers!"
 
Before she could finish, Alhaji Magaji slapped her. "Compose yourself! Listen before you speak nonsense."
 
"Magaji, I won’t calm down!" she screamed. "If you force me to marry my own father, I swear I’ll kill myself! You all want to drag me into Haram! I will report you all to Hizbah! This is madness!"
 
Baba Malam took her hand again, softly. "Auta, sit. Let me explain what you do not know."
 
 
💥 The Shattering Truth
 
Still sobbing, Naja’atu looked at Baba Malam. "Abba Magaji said Abbas is not my father… then who is?"
 
With pain in his eyes, Baba Malam said, "I am your real father. Abbas only raised you as his daughter. He was married to your sister, Halima."
 
Her face contorted with disbelief. "No! Abbas is my father! He raised me, fed me, cared for me. He educated me and promised to give me in marriage to the man of my choice!"
 
Baba Malam lowered his head in silence.
 
Magaji wanted to speak, but Baba Malam stopped him. "Let her grieve. Let her process this truth. Halima’s death has forced our hand. We must tell her everything—but not now. Let her rest."
 
They stood and quietly exited.
 
 
Naja’atu turned to Baba Talatu, weeping. "You know the truth, please don’t let this happen. You are a woman, and you know religion! A father cannot marry his daughter—it's forbidden!"
 
Baba Talatu nodded, soothingly. "Abbas isn’t your father, Naja’atu. He’s your sister Halima’s husband. His children are Saddiqa and Mussadiq, not you."
 
Naja’atu’s world spun. Abbas wasn’t her father. Baba Malam was. Her life had been a lie.
 
After they left, she sat alone, stunned. Could they be lying? Were they only doing this to justify the forced marriage? Could it be true that the man she had called father all her life… was not?
 
She lay back on the mat, overwhelmed by memories. The kindness. The protection. The dreams they built together. Abbas had never once treated her differently.
 
How could she accept Baba Malam—her supposed real father—now, after sixteen years of silence?
 
🏘️ Life in Kofar Na’isa
 
Kofar Na’isa was a humble yet historic neighborhood in Kano. Known for its scholars, decent living, and peaceful coexistence, it was a rare gem where both rich and poor shared values of unity and knowledge.
 
Among its respected residents was Alhaji Sama'ila Mai Kwano, a wealthy man with three children—two sons and a daughter—born by his wife, Hajiya Abu. His second wife, Hajiya Rabi, had no children, but he treated her well, knowing only Allah gives children.
 
His children: Ramlatu, Abbas, and Alhasan grew up well-mannered. Abbas, in particular, was beloved by the community, always humble despite his father’s wealth.
 
🕌 The Bond Between Two Families
 
Just across from Alhaji Sama’ila’s house lived Malam Baba, a religious man known for his devotion. Despite being less wealthy, he lived a content life with his wife Baba Talatu and their children: Magaji (Adamu), Halima, and Naja’atu—their miracle baby, born when they had almost lost hope.
 
Magaji and Abbas had been inseparable since youth. They studied together, dressed alike, and even shared watches and shoes. Their bond was so strong that their parents felt it appropriate they marry soon.
 
At 31, both men were stable. Abbas had taken over his father’s business and ran over 30 shops in Sabon Gari market, trading in building materials.
 
Magaji and Abbas represented the ideal friendship: pure, respectful, and unwavering. The plan for Abbas to marry a good woman was fully supported by both families. But fate twisted everything.
 
Years ago, a decision was made—kept secret for so long—that Baba Malam would allow his last daughter, Naja’atu, to be raised by Abbas and Halima as their own, believing they couldn’t have more children.
 
Now that Halima was gone, the truth had to come out. But it wasn’t received with the grace they expected.
 
Naja’atu’s pain was too deep. And Abbas—her rock, her "father"—was now meant to become her husband?
 
 
⚖️ The Struggle Within
 
Naja’atu was left to battle her thoughts alone. Could she ever accept this reality? Could she let go of the love she held for Abbas as a father? Could she accept Baba Malam as anything more than a respected elder?
 
One thing was clear: she had to find a way out. She couldn’t trust what she had just heard. Not yet.
 
This wasn’t a question of law anymore—it was a question of the heart.