Rai Da Ruri Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

"Hey, I am deeply in love with her, if you must know—I am burning with love for her and I want to marry her," Abdul replied to his friend Faisal.
"Wallahi, Faisal, I feel it in my bones that this girl is a part of me. The way I feel about her is honestly starting to scare me a lot."
"Well, then tell her. I just don't want any deception to creep into this, even though I know that's not in your character. But do you think Ammah will agree?"
"As for Ammah, I know it's going to be a long tug-of-war with her, because her desire is for the Head of the House to marry first before I follow in his footsteps."
Faisal said, "That means trouble lies ahead."
"There won't be any trouble, by God's grace. I will just start making the girl fall in love with me. And there's one favor you can do for me—get me a slot at their Tahfeez (Quranic school), since you are in the Islamic school section. I will teach as an ongoing charity (Sadaqatul Jariya) because of her, so that it becomes necessary for me to be her teacher first. From there, leave the rest of the job to me; I know exactly how I'll handle everything else."
"Oh, that's easy. I know the Doctor will give you a slot. You don't have any issues with your religious knowledge or character, plus there's this charity of love you're about to embark on."
Abdul looked at him and laughed. "Oh, so that's the new nickname you've given me?"
"No, I'm just joking, you know whenever we meet we have to tease each other."
"So it turns out HDH is the only true foreigner in your house," Faisal said, laughing.
"Well, he got that naturally because of the citizenship status he has held since birth. As for the rest of us, you see, we aren't from there, nor were we born in the land of the red-eared people (the West). We have returned to our land of birth, but as for him, we've conceded him to the white people."
"Now I'm going to start with Ammah so she can let me begin teaching, until my dream of winning this girl's love comes true."
"Well, Mr. Impatient, wait until you actually secure the slot first," Faisal interrupted him.
"Yeah, you're actually right. Well, I'll wait to hear from you, don't take too long, my friend."
They both laughed and chatted for a long time before parting ways.
"As for me, every time I pray, I make supplications for that boy. I have never seen someone with such a pure heart and good intentions like him, yet he keeps his identity hidden from us, though his intentions are clearly noble," an elderly man remarked.
"That's how those who do things purely for God's sake operate. If it weren't for God, he would have revealed himself or his desires by now."
"That's very true. May Allah protect him and bless him wherever he is."
"Amen, Malam," Ummi Habiba uttered.
"Salamu Alaikum!"
"Wa Alaikumus Salam, Bintu," Malam and Ummi replied in unison.
A young girl walked in, holding a bag in her hand, dressed in an Islamic school uniform, looking visibly exhausted from her return.
"Ummi, Abu, welcome back."
"Welcome, Fateemah. How were your studies?" Ummi asked.
"Alhamdulillah! Ummi, I'm hungry, where is my food?"
"It's in the room, along with your chilled Zobo drink. If you prefer Indomie noodles, go ahead and cook it while it's nice and hot," Ummi said, a smile gracing her face.