Na Fado Daga Bene Na Zarce Rijiya Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

Inside the Courtroom and the Road to Prison
Shanono. I heard the judge strike his gavel—bang, bang. Everyone stood up at once and, in one voice, declared, “Court!” By the will of God, the fear and anxiety that had possessed my soul since yesterday suddenly disappeared. My face tightened as I stood firmly on my feet. Instead of collapsing, a strange new courage came over me. I turned back to Salis, then, out of sheer anger, handed him over to Sabira.
“Take care of him, Sabira. Pray for us. Twenty days in prison is not death. It is a lesson in life we are going to learn.”
I had not even finished speaking when the police arrived and handcuffed us. Yaya Use stared wide‑eyed, clearly in deep confusion. As for me, I kept talking.
“Sabira, my children are in Yaya Use’s house, and they are suffering too. Please keep them with you and let them continue their schooling. Habiba Bala, thank you.”
I glanced at where Kaila was standing. It was no surprise to see a faint smile spread across his face. In my heart, I said, You will be shocked, Shanono, once I come out.
We were led outside. Hajiyayye was shouting and hurling sharp words while her relatives held her back. Our lawyer kept reassuring us, saying everything would be fine. But deep down, I felt prison was better than living in Kaila’s house without freedom. It was only my children that troubled my heart; otherwise, I would have gladly asked for my release papers if that would bring me peace.
We were thrown into the prison van. I watched Sabira’s eyes, Habiba Bala’s eyes, and Salis in her arms. They could not hold themselves together and burst into tears. My own heart was already hardened with pain; I did not even feel like crying. As we were driven away, Yaya Use became hysterical, screaming that she was ruined. I kept saying only “Alhamdulillah.” I had no other prayer—only gratitude to God. I believed that the intensity of God’s love for me was the reason I was being tested in so many ways. Even before this, my married life had been full of challenges. Yesterday I was in a cell; today I would sleep in prison. Oh Shanono, why would Hajiyayye frame me so badly? Was it because of Kaila? No—she knew I never even looked at him. Then why all this? My head throbbed with pain.
When we arrived at the prison, warders pushed us into a long hall where each person stated their name and the offense that brought them there. Afterward, we were taken to the waiting room—where those whose cases had not yet been concluded stay. When we entered, I finally broke down and cried upon seeing the women there, including elderly ones. So women truly commit crimes serious enough to land them in prison. Power belongs to God alone. My first night felt like sleeping in my grave. Only then did I realize that even Kaila’s house, with all its corruption, still held traces of mercy and peace compared to prison.
The prison food was terrible. Some inmates even sprinkled Maggi seasoning on it—those who had money, bought for them by warders. On the second day, Sabira brought us food, though we were not allowed to see her. She sent supplies and eight new wrappers. My breasts became swollen and hard like stone, causing me severe fever. That same day, Habiba Bala and our lawyer visited to hear from us. They were shocked by my condition and helped take me to the prison clinic, where I was given medication.
“Shanono, be patient. We are investigating, and there are signs of success. Your child is with Sabira and is being fed baby formula. Sabira informed the Islamic school and the Western school that you had to travel. Your children are healthy. Kaila went to Sabira’s house and took them back to his place, but please be patient—it is their father’s house. Even if Hajiyayye harmed them, he would allow it. I also went to Yaya Use’s house and informed her husband of everything. He came yesterday but was not allowed to see her.”
Just then, a warder interrupted Habiba Bala, saying our time was up. Life continued in that prison. In a short time, we all became thin. No visitors were allowed except our lawyer. Even Baffa and Inno came with Yaya Karime, but they were only told we had visitors—no one was allowed to see us. I never heard Kaila’s name mentioned once. For ten days, I did not bathe. On the eleventh day, I finally poured cold water over myself. I smelled so badly that my cellmates complained. I was bleeding, without water to clean myself, and the blood had dried painfully. I spent that day with a burning fever. I cannot fully describe prison life to you—but I would not wish it on my enemy. Still, prison awakened me and reshaped my view of life. Every day brings loss.
By God’s decree, today became Wednesday the twentieth of the new month—the same day scheduled for our final court hearing. That night, Yaya Use and I cried together, terrified of being returned to that dreadful place. Morning came heavy with fear and uncertainty.
Kaila and Bilkisa: A House Full of Tension
After Bilkisa returned from work, she found Tani’s children huddled in the living room, crying. She pulled them close and fed them. While they were eating, Kaila entered. Bilkisa rested her chin in her palm, watching them with deep pity—truly, she pitied their mother.
“What are these children doing here, dirtying my living room with urine? Get up and leave, you useless brats!” Trembling, Sani led them out. Bilkisa looked at Kaila and said, “One day, I am certain you will treat my own children with the same humiliation. You married Tani because you loved her, and now you use her dirtiness as an excuse—yet she was carrying your child. The Hausa say the wife you love is the one who beautifies herself for you. Kaila, I am tired of this marriage. I beg you, divorce me so I can return to my hometown.”
Kaila flared up and fixed his eyes on her, knowing the effect his stare had on women. Bilkisa quickly looked away. Deceptively, he said, “I loved Tani in a way I never loved either of you. But after three years, there is no woman I hate more. She is extremely filthy. Bilkisa, forgive me—even to sleep with her, I made her bathe more than three times, and I still had to block my nose because of the smell from her private parts…”
“That is enough!” Bilkisa snapped. “Stop exposing her secrets. Did you ever try to help her—talk to her, take her to a hospital, or give her treatment?” Kaila fell silent, realizing he had done none of that. Aside from abusing Shanono and calling her filthy names, he had done nothing. Gathering his pride, he said, “Precious one, do you think I am unjust to Shanono? She lives under my roof. I do not deny her or her children food…”
“Enough! Then why did I find the children alone in the main living room, cramped and miserable, in their father’s house?”
“They arrested her and her daughter. The judge ordered their detention for killing Hajiyayye’s child. The next hearing is on the twentieth of the new month,” he replied.
Bilkisa shook her head. “Court for Hajiyayye? After she beat and abused Umman Sulaiman and elders? I don’t see how they could kill her child—no one touched her. And what decision are you taking? Where is Dady?”
“Dady is with her friend Sabira. As for judgment, it is in the judge’s hands.”
From that day on, Kaila lost Bilkisa completely. She treated him like trash, denying him his rights. She took care of Tani’s children, feeding and bathing them. Meanwhile, Shamwila and Kaila grew closer, and she drained his pockets. During this period, Kaila traveled to Port Harcourt and opened a meat‑roasting business. Amadudu and a worker managed it. Two weeks after Tani’s detention, Sabira, Habiba Bala, and Yaya Karime refurbished Tani’s room with new furniture, carpets, curtains, and iron fittings. The children rejoiced, becoming cleaner and healthier under Bilkisa’s care. Hajiyayye sat in the main living room, seething with jealousy at Tani’s improvements. Kaila remained in Port Harcourt, deeply involved in business.
Baffa’s Family and Growing Anxiety
When Baffa’s family heard what had happened from Yaya Use’s husband, they were thrown into deep distress. They felt as though Tani had been taken away forever. Even when Habiba Bala led them to the prison, they were not allowed to see her. Anxiety rose sharply, and it was Yaya Karime who took on the role of consoling them all.