Ni Da Gidana Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

“My life story contains answers to the questions many women ask. It also carries solutions to the struggles of some women. And within it lies hope for thousands of married women trapped in pain and searching for a way out of their worries.”
These were the words Sumayyya spoke to her two close friends, Laila and Aliya, who sat before her with curious eyes, constantly questioning her about her life.
She looked at them and smiled.
“I am nobody special. I am simply the daughter of a poor man. And I am not even that beautiful. Yet I married a man I never imagined—even in my dreams—that I would marry. I entered a world of wealth and luxury that only a few women in this life are fortunate enough to experience. I own properties and riches that even I cannot easily list. And everyone who knows me can testify to who Sumayyya truly is.”
She took a deep breath and continued:
“Despite all this comfort, luxury, power, and the incredible blessing of the husband I was fortunate to have, I still carry a wound in my heart—a painful scar from a trial I faced. It has never truly healed. Sometimes, when I remember that test in my life, the pain returns and stings me deeply. And no one truly understands this sorrow except my husband, because we have become one soul and one body.”
Laila gently touched Sumayyya’s shoulder and said:
“Sumy, are you saying you still have worries or problems in your life even now? I thought you had already finished suffering forever.”
Aliya added:
“Wallahi, with the kind of life you live—the kind women everywhere envy—no one would believe you still have any sadness or hardship in your life, Sumayyya.”
Sumayyya smiled faintly.
“If you think that way, then you do not truly understand life itself. No human being can ever achieve one hundred percent of their dreams without facing trials. Nobody lives without problems. A person must either lose something, be tested from one angle, or be denied something from another. Can a true Muslim claim to have faith and then expect Allah not to test that faith? Impossible.”
“That’s true,” Aliya admitted. “Trials are unavoidable.”
Laila adjusted herself and moved closer to Sumayyya. She glanced around the magnificent sitting room—a place most people could only dream of having.
“Sumayyya, please tell us your life story. I’m certain there are many lessons women can learn from it. Because from what I know, your life is no joke. Women should take you as an example in many things. Even your husband is completely devoted to you. His thoughts are always with you.”
“Exactly,” Aliya added. “Since we arrived here, he has already called you five times.”
Sumayyya laughed softly.
“I won’t deny that, my dear friends. But I want to take your minds back into the past so you can understand the battles Sumayyya fought before reaching this position in her husband’s heart, among his family, and even among people like you who admire and envy her.
Any woman who can imitate my patience, endurance, kindness toward in-laws, trust in Allah, wisdom in handling a husband, and tolerance for his difficult behavior and stubbornness… then truly, she too can achieve a life similar to Sumayyya’s—if not completely, then at least partly.
But there’s a problem… whenever I begin telling this story aloud, I eventually reach a point where I break down crying and become unable to continue. So, to make things easier for myself, I will write it down instead.
And I permit you to share it—even if it becomes a book—because I am certain many women will benefit from it greatly.
Just give me one week. You know my husband hardly travels these days, and it’s been a while since he went away. Once he travels, I’ll finally have enough time to write it properly, alright?”