Muhaseen Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

He was walking on his dusty, bare feet, completely lost in his thoughts about how life kept changing for him every single day. New doors of hardship and challenges kept opening up before him, while anguish filled whatever remaining spaces were left in his heart. Before he could even realize it, he heard the roaring engine of a car behind him. The loud sound of the car coming to an abrupt halt as the brakes were slammed in a hurry jolted him back to reality. Slowly, he turned his body around, only to see that barely two steps separated him from being crushed by the vehicle. Instead of feeling glad that he escaped unharmed, a thought crossed his mind:
'If only the car hadn't stopped. If only it had run over you, perhaps you would have finally found rest from this life so full of endless struggles.'
He paid no attention to the questions the driver asked after getting out of the car. He simply stepped off the road and continued walking, neither rushing nor moving too slowly. After walking on foot for thirty minutes, he finally hailed a commercial vehicle and told the driver his destination.
The vehicle dropped him off right at Dutse Market. He pulled out a worn-out five-hundred-naira note, paid the driver, and then began walking into the market, exchanging casual greetings with people here and there. In this manner, he made his way to a certain stall. He took a set of keys from his pocket and began unlocking the shop. Once open, he went inside and began hauling out sacks of fresh produce (peppers, tomatoes, and onions), bringing them outside. After he had finished moving everything, he rolled up his sleeves, called over a water vendor, and bought some water. He then began emptying the produce onto the ground, transferring them into buckets to wash them. He cleaned them thoroughly and arranged everything beautifully. Even then, there was no sign of cheer on his calm face, but his lips were moving at least ten times a minute, softly whispering:
"Subhanallah, walhamdulillah, Allahu akbar." (Glory be to God, praise be to God, God is the greatest).
After finishing his tasks, he returned to his seating spot and sat down, just as customers began coming over to buy from him.
"Assalamu alaikum." (Peace be upon you).
The soft voice of a young woman reached his ears. He looked up after handing a plastic bag of tomatoes and change to a Yoruba woman who had just bought from him, and he answered in his deep voice:
"Amin wa'alaiki salam." (Amen, and peace be upon you too).
Without delaying, she said:
"Brother Suhail, good morning. You're out already; you came early today."
He gave her a brief reply and said nothing more after that, instead listening to the rumbling of his stomach as hunger began to set in. Just when it seemed he wouldn't say anything else, he sighed and said in a firm, steady voice:
"Get me one thousand naira's worth."