My Destiny Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Her body felt uneven—one side higher than the other. It was a cool night, yet that didn’t stop sweat from pouring down from her forehead to her neck. She didn’t even bother to wipe it away; her only goal was to get as far away from the neighborhood as possible, to escape the exposure of the secret—that she had just murdered her father a few minutes ago.
“Hey! Where are you going at this time of night?” a police officer said, shining a bright flashlight directly into her face. The light was so intense that she had to raise her hand to shield her eyes.
Quickly, she glanced back, then returned her gaze to the officer, regaining her composure before saying,
“I came out to walk because of labor pains. We went to the hospital earlier, but they said it’s not yet time for delivery. They told me walking would help bring it closer.”
Another officer behind him stepped forward and said harshly,
“What is she saying there? Is she a prostitute? Put her in the car right now!”
She stepped back slightly at his words and said,
“What have I done that you want to put me in a car? Don’t you have wives at home? Can’t you see the condition I’m in and have some sympathy, instead of treating me like a criminal?”
She held her stomach and suddenly let out a loud cry, lifting her wrapper as blood began to flow down from her body to her legs—just as the officer shone the flashlight on her again.
“Subhanallah! Please, forgive us. But you shouldn’t be out alone in this condition. Our vehicle is far from here, otherwise we would have taken you to the hospital. Corporal Danjuma, is there any nearby hospital around here?” he said, his face filled with sympathy, remembering that his own mother had given birth to him in such a condition before she passed away.
“Honestly, sir, there’s no hospital nearby. You’d have to walk quite far to the main road before finding transport, and it’s already very late,” Corporal Danjuma replied.
She looked back again for the third time, even while bent over. Then she pointed ahead and said,
“I’m almost there. Just a little more walking and I’ll reach my aunt’s house. There’s a motorcycle there—they’ll take me to the hospital when I arrive.”
Quickly, the officer said,
“If you can manage to walk, let’s go—we’ll escort you.”
He then signaled to Corporal Danjuma to follow.
This wasn’t what she wanted, but she had no choice. She pretended to struggle, holding her stomach as they walked a long distance until they reached a small mud house with only one room, its door simply propped shut at night to prevent intruders.
“Yes, this is the house,” she said, placing her hand on the wall and catching her breath. “Thank you.”
She turned to look at them briefly, then faced the door, pushed it open, went inside, and closed it behind her.
Corporal Danjuma shone his light around suspiciously, something stirring in his mind, but he didn’t say a word—he knew who lived in that house. After all, half of his salary often ended up there.
“Let’s go, Corporal Danjuma. That woman has really tried, walking this far in such a condition,” the officer said.
“Indeed, she has tried. May God grant her safe delivery,” Danjuma replied, still wondering how Ladi Katifa could be the aunt of that pregnant woman when she didn’t seem more than a year older than her—if not the same age.
Slowly, she peeked out to confirm that they had left. Once she saw they were gone, she quickly moved deeper into the house and began banging hard on Ladi Katifa’s door, calling her name, knowing she was a very deep sleeper.
From her deep sleep, Ladi heard the knocking and her name being called. Only two people could do that—Yahuza or Laushi. She got up from her mat and went to the door without opening it, her face tightened, and said harshly,
“Who is it at this hour of the night?” She had already decided that if it was Yahuza, she would insult him.
“Move aside! Come and open the door quickly before I bleed out—it’s me, Laushi!” the woman outside said angrily, desperate for the door to be opened, her mind in turmoil—it was the first time in her life she had taken a life, and it was her own father.
Quickly, Ladi Katifa opened the door and said,
“Laushi! What are you doing here at this hour? Have you finished? Where is the chain?” she fired questions at her.
Laushi didn’t answer any of them. Instead, she pushed her aside, entered the room, switched on the light, and tore the lower part of her wrapper forcefully.
“Inna lillahi! Laushi, are you in labor? You’ve given birth to trouble today—and with blood too!” Ladi Katifa exclaimed in panic.
Laushi glared at her and said,
“As if today is your first time seeing childbirth. This isn’t labor—it’s just a trick I used.”