Nama Ya Dahu Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

As soon as we finished eating, Yaya Hamma walked in. He was wearing a blue voile fabric sewn in the 'yar shara style; the fabric was so worn out and soft that it just clung to his body. For his trousers, he wore a green fabric, and he had donned his "ka fiye naci" cap—the kind of Madina cap with white and black patterns that the Fulani absolutely love. On his feet, he wore a pair of blue plastic sandals that were completely cracked. Yet, he smelled strongly of a very potent perfume. When he reached Yafendo and the others, the bright glow of the kerosene lamp reflected in his large, white eyes, which were heavily lined with kohl, making them stand out. After greeting Yafendo and the rest, he explained to Baba that he had come to take us to the village square, then he stepped outside to give us space to get ready.
"Daso, hurry up and get ready, what you've been looking for has been found today, hasn't it?"
We just laughed at her. As for me, I only picked up a shawl; I was wearing a faded blouse and wrapper. Unlike Daso, who took her time to apply kohl and even put majigi lipstick on her lips.
Teasing her, I said, "All this dressing up, are we going to find you a divorcee or what?"
She just laughed and said, "Oh please, ever since I lost Chubaɗo, I haven't stood with anyone else. The whole thing just feels strange and shapeless to me."
"Well, of course you'd find it strange, a man named Hajara! But what can we do, this is what Allah has chosen for us. Our only hope is that Allah grants us husbands who will have compassion for our weakness. You are even better off, Daso, because your husband passed away. As for me, Gwadabe is still alive on this earth, yet we were separated by force due to the pressure from his mother and relatives." Before I realized it, thin trails of tears began rolling down my cheeks.
Daso placed her hand on my shoulder, feeling deeply moved, and said, "Let us just be patient and embrace our destiny. Allah is aware of us; He hasn't forgotten us. Perhaps He has prepared a beautiful life for us ahead. Or perhaps the hardships of our lives are just beginning. But whatever happens to a servant of God, they should entrust it to Allah."
"That is true. We hope for a beautiful life ahead. May Allah grant us husbands who, out of love, will feel as though they could hand over their very breath to us, so we can endure and last together. Let's go, we've left Yaya Hamma waiting outside for too long." Before I could even finish speaking, we heard Yafendo calling out our names loudly in the Fulani language. Without delay, we came out and left the house.
When we hit the road, we kept bumping into women and young men heading towards the village square. I was on Yaya Hamma’s right side, and Daso was on his left, keeping him in the middle. He kept making conversation with us, and it was Daso who answered everything he asked. As for me, I was completely lost in thoughts about Gwadabe and my children, and thinking about what way I could find to bring back Dada's happiness, laughter, and cheerfulness. Suddenly, a section of my heart abruptly suggested:
"Why don't you look for Uwani? If she hasn't left yet, she can pave a way for you to leave too. It's only when you save up money that you can take your mother away and rescue her from her tyrannical husband, and also stop her from hawking milk. This is the easiest way. Since you can't end her marriage without preparing a house where she can live with her children, and you can't stop her from hawking milk until you find something to do, or have money in hand to cater to her life just as your father used to do before he passed away."
Right then, I felt as though I had found an escape route to free Dada from the bondage of the lack of freedom she was in. For I was ready to take legal action if necessary, as long as he refused to dissolve the ties of their ill-fated marriage. Back when I was bedridden with illness, she used to visit me constantly. One day, Cubu came in crying and told Yafendo that Dada was at home and their Baffa had beaten her, causing her face to swell, simply because he was fed up with her frequent visits to check on me, claiming as if I were the only child she had ever given birth to. This situation made my younger siblings huddle together crying, praying that Allah would bring a way out for Dada and remove her from this bondage. From that day on, my brain was constantly thinking of a way to find a solution for Dada, even if it meant losing my own. It was only today that Allah made me remember what I believed could bring an end to Dada's tears. I must travel to Kano tomorrow, by God's grace. For the Hausa people, who are masters of crafting wise and meaningful proverbs, often say: "strike the iron while it is hot," or they say: "the grasshopper is caught in the morning."