Matan Ko Mazan Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Relaxing at Yahuzan Garden
 
They were sitting on the chairs in the Yahuzan Garden behind the Central Mosque. Four men, all wearing suits, had removed their jackets and hung them on the chairs — clearly coming from work. Roasted chicken was in front of them with tea, and they were watching the big TV showing the Manchester vs. Chelsea football match.
 
Looking at them, you could tell they were thoroughly enjoying the match, constantly arguing and laughing.
 
One of them’s phone rang. He picked it up without taking his eyes off the TV, checked the screen, and seeing it was Madam calling, he sighed and set the phone down, continuing to ring. The other men glanced at him as he touched his chest and said, “It’s Madam, I swear. She called me; leave me be.” They all shook their heads, pretending not to care, and resumed watching the match with their food.
 
By 11:30 PM, the match ended, Manchester winning 4–2. The man who had received the call stood, holding his phone as it rang and his jacket in one hand. “Lemme be on my way. Otherwise Madam will drain my battery,” he said. One of the three remaining men also stood quickly. “I’ll follow you, Engineer. I can’t handle these women tonight, I need sleep too.” They grabbed their jackets and car keys and walked quickly to the parking lot. After greeting each other, everyone entered their cars and left.
 
One of the two remaining men asked, “What time are you leaving, Nura?” Nura waved dismissively and called one of the workers at Yahuzan, who arrived respectfully. Nura instructed him to prepare roasted chicken with tea, including gizzard, served separately.
 
A Heated Discussion About Hadiza
 
Nura then began messaging Musa. “Why haven’t you and Hadiza prepared yet? Go settle things with her!” he said. Nura pouted, frustrated. “I swear, I won’t convince this girl anymore. Every small misunderstanding — most of which are her fault — ends with me trying to reconcile. She keeps taking advantage of my dislike for drama. Do you think this is about me being selfish?”
 
Musa advised him calmly, “Bro, you know women with a ‘fish brain’ — you can’t reason with them.”
Nura responded, “You don’t understand. No matter what I do, Hadiza won’t see it. She’s bossy, a feminist at heart, treats me as an equal yet doesn’t need me for anything. She doesn’t care about me at all, as if I’m not her husband!”
 
Musa tried to calm him down, reminding Nura about their children: “Aman is just 4–5 years, little Amal is 2. I don’t want the kids growing up seeing their parents unprepared.”
 
Nura dismissed it. “Talking to Hadiza is impossible. I won’t be a sardine in her can. Her feminism is getting us nowhere. I swear I’ll discipline her whenever she crosses me.” Musa laughed, finding Nura’s frustration funny, but the conversation quickly returned to serious matters, with both men discussing Hadiza’s attitude and the challenges it brings to their family life.
 
Returning Home and Checking on Amal
 
Around 1:30 AM, Nura followed Musa home, each getting into their cars. Nura parked in front of a large house at 2 AM. He noticed a new red 2024 Toyota Grand Highlander at the gate, replacing the previous 2023 Toyota Camry hybrid. Smiling, he unlocked the door and entered.
 
Inside was a classic, well-furnished living room. Nura removed his shoes, surveyed the space, then went upstairs. He paused when he heard Amal crying in her room. Whispering softly, he said, “Sorry, Amalulu… my little Amal, Mommy’s little one, go to sleep, you’ll feel better tomorrow.”
 
He entered the house’s staff room near the storeroom. A young girl, standing tall, held Amal — who was no more than 2 years old — showing signs of weakness. The girl explained that Amal wasn’t feeling well. Nura quickly assessed the medicine on the bedside table: Ibuprofen suspension and Tuxil D for cold and cough.
 
Frustrated, he asked how much was given and since when. Learning Amal had been with the staff since 9 AM without proper attention, Nura scolded gently but firmly. He carried Amal, went directly to Hadiza and Aman’s room upstairs, turned on the lights, and softly called, “Hadiza, Hadiza…”
 
Hadiza stirred, half-asleep, noticing Amal crying. She murmured in her sleep, “Nuri, are you taking Amal to sleep? I can’t leave her with our staff, please. I need sleep, I’m exhausted.”
 
Nura pulled back the blanket and asked sharply, “What’s your problem, Hadiza?”