Mata Jigon Al_umma Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Mata Jigon Al'umma Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel 
Humaira sat quietly on a luxurious three-seater couch in the living room, her thoughts deep and consuming. For over an hour, she had been lost in reflection, unmoved and silent. Eventually, she glanced at the wall clock — it was 11:30 PM.
With a heavy sigh, she stood and switched off the TV, which had been playing without her paying attention. Her mind was too clouded by worries.
She sat back down gently, thinking about her husband, Khamal — the man she fought to marry despite her family's strong objections. She had taken them to court to force the marriage through, believing he was her choice and happiness. Now, she regretted everything.
A Regretful Marriage
Her parents had seen through Khamal's flaws, but she ignored them all. His own family wasn’t supportive — only his stepmother remained, and even they didn’t speak.
Khamal was wealthy and self-confident, owning a successful leather business that involved travel. Despite his success, his attitude left much to be desired. From the beginning, he pressured her to go on birth control — something she refused due to her desire for children. That caused tension between them.
Trust Broken
Their disagreements worsened when she caught him with another woman in their home — on their matrimonial bed. She was heartbroken but stayed silent, not taking action. Ever since then, her trust in him was gone.
Tonight, he hadn’t returned home, and she feared he was with another woman. He rarely stayed out past 10 PM, and it was already late.
She thought of calling him but feared his reaction. Khamal had a temper and might insult or lash out if she disturbed him. She decided to wait.
The Confrontation
Finally, at midnight, she heard his car pull into the compound. Sleep had barely touched her eyes when he walked in without greeting. Clearly, he wasn’t expecting to find her awake in the living room.
She rose, took his bag, and greeted him, "You stayed out long today. Did you go somewhere special?"
His face was cold. "Are you accusing me? Even if I did go somewhere, is it your business?" he snapped and walked past her into the bedroom.
She followed him quietly.
Words That Cut Deep
As he came out of the bathroom and wore his robe, his anger hadn’t cooled.
"So, what do you want now? If it’s because you're in the mood, forget it. Since you keep ignoring my wishes, don’t expect anything from me. I’ll get satisfaction elsewhere and even marry again soon."
She stared at him in disbelief.
"Yes, I’m serious. I’ll find another woman. Since you refuse to plan with me, others will."
She got up slowly, like someone in pain. Kneeling before him, tears streaming, she pleaded, "Please, my love. Don’t do this. I’m scared. Give me time. I promise we’ll plan for children after the second baby, just not now. I beg you, let’s return to the way we were..."
But Khamal wasn’t moved. He gave her a harsh look and stormed out, returning to the living room to sleep.
Humaira dragged herself back to her room in tears, questioning how she ended up with a man who didn’t share her dreams. All she ever wanted was children, but he didn’t.
A House Divided: Saleema and Aliyu
In another home, a similar pain unfolded.
Aliyu sat quietly in his modest room with a thin mattress and a dim bulb lighting the space. He held prayer beads, muttering supplications.
Suddenly, the curtain flew open, and his wife, Saleema, barged in, dumping a bowl of food in front of him with a cup of water. She turned to leave.
"Saleema," he called gently.
She turned with fury. "What is it, Aliyu? I don’t owe you anything!"
"I was only wondering where you’ve been since morning. I waited all day, hoping you’d return. How many times must I beg you to reduce your wandering and stop bringing strange women into our home?"
She hissed and snapped, "Stop accusing me! Are you saying I caused the fire that killed our three children and ruined your documents and property? You’re blaming me for everything!"
Aliyu’s eyes welled with tears at the memory of his lost children — Sadik, Siddika, and Sultan — all lost in a tragic house fire.
Bitterness Overwhelms
Saleema continued, "Yes, I went to my friends’ house, ate good food, and had a great time — unlike this miserable place you call home. You think I’ll sit here and starve in silence? Never. I regret marrying you!"
Aliyu’s heart sank. He had done everything within his means to support her, yet all he received was insult and resentment. Her words sliced deeper than a knife.
As she stormed off, Aliyu wiped his tears. His mind echoed with sadness — not just for his lost children, but for the wife who no longer valued or respected him.
Two Marriages, One Pain
In two different homes, two men sat broken — one wealthy but unloved, the other poor but faithful. And two women sat lost — one yearning for motherhood, the other bitter at a life of hardship.
These were unions built on mismatched dreams and broken trust. The silence between them now spoke louder than any argument. And in the heart of the night, sorrow became their common language.