Masarautar Mu Part 3 Complete Hausa Novel

A Prince’s Plea
 
With a faint, weak voice like someone beaten into submission, Prince Sageer knelt before his father, Askirama, as though he might vanish into him. Struggling with words, he spoke quietly:
 
“Allah Kawunjo (May Allah prolong your life). But why is it that since I returned from Amsterdam with the intention of marrying Sultana, no one asked for my opinion about Sa’adatu? By Allah, had you revealed your plan earlier, I would have sacrificed my choice, no matter how much I loved her, and accepted yours. I know any decision you make for me is goodness, beyond what my young eyes can foresee.”
 
Tears streamed down Sageer’s face—not of grief, but of profound joy. For the first time in his life, he felt complete. All his achievements had left an empty space in his heart, but today, that void was filled. He now realized that unconsciously he had been waiting for Sa’adatu’s presence in his life.
 
Kneeling before his father, he felt as though Askirama had given him dominion over every joy in the world, greater than Askira itself, greater even than El-Kanem Borno’s empire. The gift was Sa’adatu, daughter of Bilkisu and Mallam Hashimu.
 
“Thank you, Mai Askira, thank you Zakin Askira,” he continued. “I beg Allah to reward you better than I can. From today, I pray you will never again hear of my past sins. I know I have wronged you often, broken your guidance, yet you never abandoned me. I promise to safeguard Sa’adatu as a trust.”
 
Rising suddenly, his body trembled with excitement. He was restless, consumed with joy, until Askirama gently held his hand to calm him. “Do not rush to Fulani Bilkisu’s quarters now,” his father warned. “Sa’adatu is still upset since yesterday and has locked herself away. Wait until the wedding. Show gratitude here in my presence.”
 
Sageer smiled shyly. Was his marriage itself a fault in Sa’adatu’s eyes? Perhaps. Respect had always existed between them, but he had never voiced his admiration. Now fate had spoken for him.
 
Fulani Bilkisu’s Entrance
 
Soon, Fulani Bilkisu, radiant in her majestic attire, entered gracefully, her steps captivating even her husband, Mai Askira. Sageer immediately lowered his head in humility, feeling shy before her as never before. Once, he had regarded her like an elder sister, but today he bowed as though before his true mother-in-law.
 
In truth, he had long admired her kindness, forgetting at times that she was his stepmother. She had always shown him care, unlike others who let rivalries fester. Now destiny had intertwined their bonds—through her daughter Sa’adatu.
 
Taking her seat beside Askirama, Bilkisu teased, “Ango! Groom, may you smell of fragrance!”
 
Askirama asked her what plans she had for the wedding. She sighed: “Since yesterday Sa’adatu locked herself away, perhaps out of hurt. I haven’t seen her. And you know, Yaa Gumsu handles the household festivities. Sadly, she is angry with me over matters beyond my control.”
 
Askirama decided: “I will summon Yaa Maira and Murjanatu. They will assist you with preparations. And as for Sageer—this was his call, not mine. I only brought you here so he could show his gratitude before you.”
 
Sageer bowed deeper, speaking softly: “Fulanin Mai Askira, may Allah prolong your life. I thank you sincerely. I accept this marriage with both hands, and I ask Allah to grant me justice between my wives.”
 
His humility touched Bilkisu. Her fears that Sageer might despise her daughter faded. She said warmly: “To me, you and Sa’adatu are equal, like all of Askirama’s children. But one request I make: give Sa’adatu her own home. She cannot live peacefully under the same roof as Aisha—Sultana. Their ages, temperaments, and values will clash.”
 
Sageer glanced nervously at his father, fearing he might overhear Bilkisu’s private plea. Thankfully, Askirama was busy on a call with Yaa Maira, arranging her return. Relieved, Sageer promised aloud: “Insha Allah, I will find her a separate household. Nothing is impossible by Allah’s will.”
 
As he prepared to leave, Askirama called him back: “Be not only a Prince but also a man. Women are created with delicate hearts; learn how to persuade your mother until she blesses this union. Now go, and plan everything with Awaisu. May Allah bless your lives.”
 
 
The Daughters Return
 
By Askirama’s summons, Yaa Maira traveled from Biu, while Murjanatu arrived from Istanbul. Yaa Maira, eldest daughter of the Emir, was known for her rare gift of sensing destiny. She had always felt that Sa’adatu would someday join their family, becoming central to their lives.
 
When she entered her father’s chamber, she found him eating alone. After their greetings, he told her plainly: Sa’adatu, daughter of Bilkisu, had been chosen for Sageer.
 
Stunned, Yaa Maira almost faltered. Yet deep down, she was not surprised. Since her first encounter with Sa’adatu, her intuition had whispered that the girl would one day belong to them. Sa’adatu’s very bearing mirrored her mother Bilkisu—the woman who held Askirama’s heart firmly even now.
 
When Askirama explained that Sa’adatu was indeed Bilkisu’s daughter by blood, Yaa Maira accepted with full heart. Despite Humaira’s constant criticisms of Sa’adatu—born out of envy—Yaa Maira had always sensed her goodness. She knew Bilkisu’s rivals resented her because of Askirama’s affection, not because of any fault in Sa’adatu.
 
Blessing the union, Askirama charged Yaa Maira to care for Sa’adatu as her ward, to guide her, and to work toward softening Yaa Gumsu’s resistance. With joy, Yaa Maira left to carry this mission, already planning how to coax her stepmother into granting her blessing.
 
The Weight of Blessings
 
That day, Askirama felt gratitude swelling in his heart. He had witnessed his son Sageer transformed—humble, joyous, overwhelmed. He had seen Bilkisu’s fears eased, her daughter’s worth upheld. He had called upon his daughters, ensuring harmony in preparations.
 
For Sageer, it was the day his dreams silently stored in the depths of his soul became reality. Though he had doubted his worthiness, he now stood chosen.
 
The Emir’s final words lingered in his ears: “Be a Prince. Be a man. Guard this trust.”
 
And so, destiny unfolded, binding Sageer and Sa’adatu’s paths, not merely as husband and wife, but as heirs to a legacy larger than themselves—a bond stitchedy with love, respect, and the blessings of Askirama, Zakin Askira.