Qanin Mijina Part 3 Complete Hausa Novel

Qanin miji Part 13 Complete Hausa Novel 
The morning after everything happened, the house felt normal. Everyone acted as if nothing unusual had occurred. I also pretended not to notice anything about Umar. He greeted me politely, as he always did, and we shared our usual small jokes and chats. There was no sign that he remembered anything from last night—or even that I had seen him at all. I told myself, “So, he didn’t recognize who was at his door yesterday,” and honestly, I felt relieved. I didn’t want to feel embarrassed in front of him, especially since he had always shown me respect.
Lingering Thoughts
As the day went on, I tried to carry on like everything was normal. But no matter how much I distracted myself, my mind kept drifting back to the previous night. The memory wouldn’t let me be. I kept thinking about what I saw and heard, and though I tried to shake it off, it stuck in my thoughts like a shadow.
A Desire to Forget
I told myself it was best to just forget the whole incident. After all, nothing really happened between us. Umar was my husband’s brother, and no matter what I had witnessed, I had to maintain my dignity and control my emotions. Still, something within me wrestled with that resolve. It was a confusing battle between reason and a rising emotional turmoil.
The Temptation
At one point, I found myself imagining what it would be like to confront Umar about everything—perhaps not directly, but to somehow face him and talk about it. But I also feared what might come out of such a conversation. So I told myself to remain quiet. The best thing was to keep the peace in the home and let the past be the past.
A Sudden Decision
Despite trying to stay calm and composed, the idea of seeing Umar again in private took root in my mind. I didn’t want to do anything wrong, but I also didn’t want to keep running away from the emotions I was battling. I convinced myself that talking to him might help bring clarity or closure. With that thought, I gathered my courage and walked toward his room.
An Interrupted Attempt
As I approached his door, I raised my hand to knock—but paused. Would he understand? Would he be surprised? Or worse, would he reject me or misinterpret my actions? These questions made me hesitate. Eventually, I decided not to knock. I turned away, thinking it would be best to wait for the right time, a more respectful moment.
The Unexpected Encounter
Just as I was about to leave, I heard my name. “Anti Zaliha,” Umar called softly. I froze. Turning around slowly, I answered, “Yes, Umar?” I was surprised to hear him speak, thinking he was asleep. But his eyes were still shut, and I realized he was talking in his sleep—calling my name repeatedly.
A Confused Heart
I stood there, unsure what to do. Was he dreaming? Was he thinking about me in his dreams? The thought shook me. I couldn’t tell what was real anymore—my thoughts or his unconscious words. I felt a mix of fear, guilt, and curiosity. Part of me wanted to run, but another part wanted to understand what was truly going on.
The Dilemma
I began to wonder if this was just a coincidence or if there was something deeper happening between us that we hadn’t acknowledged. Could it be that he had feelings for me too? Or was it just my imagination? These questions swirled in my head as I stood there, torn between leaving and staying.
Reflection
In the end, I realized that no matter what had happened or what might have been suggested by dreams or thoughts, I had to remain grounded. This was a line I couldn’t cross. The home, the respect, the relationships—we all had too much to lose.
Closing Thoughts
That day changed something in me. It made me more aware of how fragile emotions can be, and how important it is to guard them—especially in a family. Life moved on, but I carried a quiet lesson in my heart: some thoughts are better left unspoken, and some temptations better walked away from.