Noorul Haske Na Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

It was a huge place, no joke at all. You could call it a well-planned mansion or something else entirely, but in truth it was nothing like that. The structure was different, just as it was unique. You could never easily tell what it was just from the appearance of the place, because it was not built in a way that one glance would be enough for you to understand it—unless you looked carefully at the large white signboard fixed beside the gate of the building, or unless you already knew what it was in the first place. As for me, it was from the signboard that I realized that this place was actually a hospital.
Slowly, a sleek black car with a cool, elegant presence drove into the compound, as if it was not even being driven with any rush at all. Even though the dark tinted glass covered the whole body of the car, that did not stop the security guards from raising their hands in greeting to the owner of the car. Even though they could not actually see him, respect alone made them do so. Besides, they knew the kind of person he was. Even that greeting was not something he really needed, because even if you did far more than that, he would probably not even open his mouth to answer you, and perhaps he would not even look in your direction. But on the other hand, you might be lucky enough to receive a smile from him.
And by good fortune, today he lowered the dark window of the car and raised his hand back at them. They smiled happily, noticing the change in his mood today.
He greatly impressed many of them because, in truth, they knew the kind of person he was. In their eyes, he was a genuinely good man, the sort one could proudly write about in a newspaper. He had no real fault in their eyes apart from his dislike of noise and unnecessary interaction. And to them, that was not a serious problem at all, since he never interfered with them or mistreated them in their work. He simply focused on whatever was before him.
That was that.
Just as he had entered slowly, he continued like that until he reached the parking space specially reserved for cars, and he parked his vehicle a little apart from the others.
Even after parking, he did not open the car door immediately. He stayed inside for about eight minutes before finally opening it. Even then, he added another three minutes before stretching out one leg and stepping out completely, holding a briefcase in his left hand, while the other held his car keys together with his phone. Calmly, he turned around, pressed the lock button on the car, and started walking toward the entrance that would lead him into the building.
The door opened by itself, since it was automatic and operated on its own without anyone needing to stress themselves.
He headed for the stairs with a little urgency, glancing at the wristwatch fastened around his arm—a watch that anyone could tell, even without being informed, was something special.
When he got upstairs, he found the place quiet. He went straight to his office, opened the door with his hand, and inwardly said Bismillah before heading to the large table inside. He walked around it, pulled out the chair that was clearly his usual seat whenever he came into the office, and sat down after placing the bag in his hand on the table.
Then he lifted his phone when it started ringing, a sign that someone was calling him.
“Hi,”
he said, leaning back into the chair and closing his eyes. His face was expressionless, neither warm nor harsh, as he added,
“Yes, I’ve arrived.”
“Ah ah, not now.”
As soon as he said that, he ended the call and adjusted himself in the chair with a slight turn.
He had barely finished the call when the files of patients were brought to him. Since the time was already getting late—almost nine o’clock—he wasted no time and began attending to the patients.
By twelve o’clock, he stopped seeing patients because he was tired. It was only then that he picked up his phone again and dialed a number, placing it to his ear.
“Assalamu alaikum, Yah Deen!”
As if the person on the other side had been waiting for his call, it was picked up immediately, and the greeting was returned calmly, with her face full of brightness.
He answered with,
“Na’am… Nureen Deen, I missed you a lot.”
He too spoke while relaxing again into the chair, even closing his eyes.
She smiled and said,
“As for me, when exactly are you coming back? Please, you’ve really stayed long this time—almost two weeks now.”
With his eyes still closed, he said,
“Are you missing me?”
She clicked her tongue lightly and rolled her eyes with a smile, then said,
“Of course. Don’t you already know that, or do I have to remind you again?”
Then he said,
“I would actually prefer that, if I could hear it clearly from your own sweet mouth.”