Mar'atussaliha Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

They kept moving without stopping until they reached the big gate of Alhaji Alhassan’s mansion, who happened to be Juneid’s father. As soon as they arrived, the gatekeeper hurriedly opened the gate for them and greeted them respectfully. Only Anisa replied while Juneid simply nodded before they drove in.
 
Anisa parked her car in the spacious parking area, opened the door, and stepped out without saying a word to Juneid. Immediately, Juneid’s workers arrived, honking as the gate was opened again for them. They drove in and parked a large American-made car. One of them approached Juneid’s car, opened the door, helped him out, and lifted him up, carrying him straight into the house — precisely into the main sitting room where his mom and dad were already waiting for him. Anisa stood aside in shock at what she was witnessing before quietly following them into the sitting room.
 
As soon as they entered, both Dad and Mom stood up in surprise, seeing how the huge man carried Juneid like a small child. Dad exclaimed in panic, “Subhanallah! What happened to him?” The man didn’t answer but gently placed Juneid on the couch before stepping back.
 
Juneid looked up at him and said, “You can go now.” The man nodded and left immediately. Juneid then turned to his father, knelt down, and said, “Good morning, my sweet dad. I hope you’re doing fine.”
 
His dad just stared at him with disbelief and said, “So this was all one of your childish pranks? You’re perfectly fine, yet you let that giant carry you like a baby?”
 
Juneid laughed charmingly and said, “Oh Dad, you should’ve seen him — you would’ve run away.”
 
His father burst out laughing. “Run? If I didn’t have respect for myself, I would have! You children of nowadays — once you get rich, you start showing all kinds of nonsense behavior.”
 
Juneid didn’t respond. He just turned to his mom and said, “Mom, I missed you so much. But before anything else, I’m starving.”
 
His mom smiled warmly and replied, “Food has been ready for a while; it’s just waiting for you.”
 
“Okay, but I’ll take a shower first — your weather is too hot,” he said. “I hope my room is ready?”
 
“Yes, everything’s in place,” she replied.
 
Just then, one of Juneid’s workers entered the sitting room — the one assigned to help him to his bedroom. Without saying a word, the man lifted Juneid again and carried him upstairs. Everyone in the sitting room watched silently.
 
Mom sighed deeply, exclaiming, “So now, even for his bath, someone will carry him? Oh, Fateema, what kind of lifestyle is this?”
 
Meanwhile, Anisa was pacing restlessly in her room, thinking about her parents’ insistence that she should marry Juneid. She knew within herself that she could never do it — not even if she were drunk. In her eyes, Juneid was completely out of her class; no matter how she described him, he simply didn’t match her in any way.
 
After his bath, Juneid sat at the edge of his bed while one of his aides dressed him up. His phone rang; it was Doctor Devit calling.
 
He picked up immediately and greeted, “Assalamualaikum.”
 
“Wa alaikumussalam,” the doctor replied. “Sir, it’s about the patient in our hospital…”
 
Juneid quickly interrupted, “Doctor, don’t tell me that girl is dead.”
 
“No, not at all,” the doctor said quickly. “I’m calling to inform you that she’s showing improvement, especially mentally.”
 
Juneid exhaled in relief. “That’s good news. What about the surgery performed on her face?”
 
“It went very well, sir. She’s healing fast, and we’ve even started post-surgery care.”
 
“Alright. I appreciate it, Doctor. I’m currently in Katsina, Nigeria. I’ll visit the hospital as soon as I’m back.”
 
“Okay, sir. Thank you,” the doctor said.
 
When the call ended, Juneid fell into deep thought about the mysterious patient. He was determined to uncover the truth about her situation — if everything he suspected was true, then he would make sure she got justice.
 
“Am Saliha, please give me that water to drink, I’m too weak to stand up,” Habib said softly.
 
Without hesitation, Saliha stood up, fetched the water, handed it to him, and sat back down. Then she said mockingly, “So you can drink what a prostitute gives you now?”
 
Habib didn’t respond — he just kept staring at her quietly. He alone knew what he had gone through because of her. Finally, he smiled faintly and said, “Saliha, I heard Dad said Juneid is back. I wish I could visit him, but I can barely stand.”
 
“You better wait till you recover,” she replied. “Or let him come here instead.”
 
“Umma, I think you should go to Saliha’s house and find out how she’s doing,” Safiyya said. “Habib’s situation worries me; I know he can’t recognize anyone right now.”
 
“You don’t understand, Safiyya,” Umma replied. “You’re still a child. I know what I’m thinking. Whenever I remember that boy, my mind becomes uneasy. We don’t know how Saliha’s coping now — please, go check on her.”
 
“No, Umma,” Safiyya insisted. “If I go, he’ll recognize me and our plan will be exposed.”
 
“He won’t,” Umma said firmly. “Just go. Wear your niqab before leaving.”
 
“Alright then,” Safiyya replied. “Insha’Allah, I’ll go tomorrow.”
 
MAR’ATUSSALIHA — Book 2
 
The next morning, Safiyya prepared herself carefully, wearing a long red dress with white stripes and a light hijab reaching her knees. She then picked up her niqab and put it on.
 
“Umma, how do I look?”
 
“You look fine,” Umma replied. “Go and may Allah protect you.”
 
Safiyya smiled, picked up her bag, and left.
 
She took a bike from their street at Madaki and after a long ride, she arrived at Saliha’s house. She paid the rider and knocked on the gate.
 
The gatekeeper came out and opened the gate, staring curiously at her. She ignored him and tried to pass, but he shouted, “Wait! Who are you looking for?”
 
Safiyya raised her niqab slightly and said, “Will you let me pass or not?”
 
The man instantly recognized her and stammered, “Ah, your highness! When did you go out? I didn’t even notice!”
 
Safiyya hissed and walked past him.
 
At the courtyard, she found Saliha standing, hands on her waist, arguing with Habib.
 
“Habib, I’m tired of this nonsense! What did I ever do to you? You think I’m crazy, don’t you? You even brought a spiritual healer to treat me!” she shouted.
 
Habib snapped back, “So you think you’re sane? You almost killed me the other day! Don’t worry, even if you cry, I’ll still bring that healer to cast those demons out of you.”
 
He brushed past her angrily — only to stop when he saw Safiyya standing there, staring at him. He scratched his head awkwardly, forced a smile, and walked away.
 
Safiyya walked toward Saliha. “Saliha, how are you?” she greeted.
 
Saliha, startled, turned and said, “When did you get here? I hope he didn’t see your face.”
 
Safiyya chuckled. “Of course not! Do you think I’m foolish enough to enter this house without a niqab? Come on, let’s go inside.”
 
They both entered Saliha’s room. Safiyya removed her niqab and sat on the edge of the bed while Saliha locked the door and sat beside her.
 
“You’re welcome,” Saliha said. “How’s Umma?”
 
“She’s fine,” Safiyya replied. “But she sent me to ask how you’re coping with that beast.”
 
Saliha laughed bitterly. “Safiyya, I’m still angry at you. You’re the one who suggested this plan, yet I’m the one suffering for it.”
 
Safiyya sighed. “Saliha, calm down. I only did what I thought was right to protect you — and myself. You know I can’t do what you do. I’m too scared for that. But don’t worry, everything is almost over.”
 
“You don’t understand,” Saliha said sadly. “That man is dangerous — quick to suspect and cruel. I don’t even know how we managed to trap him without him realizing our plan. Do you know what he did? He locked me up in a room so harsh that even an animal would die within a week!”
 
Safiyya laughed softly. “I heard he plans to bring a healer to remove your so-called demons. Don’t you dare allow that — if he succeeds, he’ll destroy everything.”
 
Saliha sm
iled and said confidently, “That will never happen. The only way that’ll happen is if I’m dead — and even then, he’ll regret it.”