Rana Daya Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

A Family in Desperation
 
Tears welled up in Ummu Salma’s eyes as she stepped out of the hospital room where her father lay bedridden. She felt a comforting hand on her shoulder and recognized the voice.
 
“Ummu Salma, be patient. Allah will make a way,” said Yaya Hadiza.
 
Still crying, Salma asked, “Yaya Hadiza, just ten thousand Naira, and we’re being told to take Baba home in this condition?”
 
They stepped away from the building and leaned against a sun-heated car in the hospital yard. Hadiza asked, “Salma, how much do you have now?”
 
“My Awara business capital is just 1,700 Naira. That’s what we use for food. If I use it, what will we eat tomorrow?”
 
Hadiza sighed. “We can’t touch that capital. Let’s wait for Yaya Auwal. He might have something from his electrician gig. He doesn’t get paid until month’s end.”
 
Salma asked, “Yaya Hadiza, is there nothing else we can do?” Hadiza shook her head. “Unless we sell the bed we sleep on. Even Baba Amira doesn’t have enough strength anymore.”
 
Salma noticed Auwal searching the area. “There’s Yaya,” she said. He joined them and they discussed options. But after thirty minutes, the only conclusion was they had no money.
 
Suddenly, they heard a car door open beside them. Salma jumped aside as a tall, stern-faced man in a brown kaftan stepped out. “Alhaji, please forgive us, we didn’t realize someone was in the car,” she said nervously.
 
He ignored her and called someone. “My friend, are you coming out or should I go and return?” He paused. “Alright, I’ll be back in fifteen minutes.”
 
Before leaving, he looked at Salma and asked, “How much do you need for your father’s treatment?”
 
She stammered. “T-ten thousand…”
 
He turned to Auwal. “Who among you can follow me to get the money? I need to leave for fifteen minutes.”
 
“I’ll follow you, thank you very much, Alhaji,” said Auwal.
 
“You should thank Allah,” he replied as they left.
 
Nafisa’s Doubts
 
Meanwhile, Nafisa expressed her concerns to her mother. “Mama, I’m not confident about marrying Yaya Shatima.”
 
Her mother smiled. “You’ve said this three times now, yet you haven’t told me why.”
 
Nafisa hesitated. “He hasn’t called or visited since he asked me if I could marry him. I said yes, and that was it.”
 
Her mother sat beside her. “Nafisa, don’t let that trouble you. Your father and his father are brothers. The marriage is almost inevitable unless death intervenes. Just be the type of woman he’ll never want to lose.”
 
Nafisa nodded slowly. “I just want to get to know him better.”
 
“Every man is different. Some are quiet, others expressive. Send him a Friday greeting text. We’ll judge his reaction.”
 
“Thank you, Mama,” Nafisa smiled. “You’re the best mother I could ask for.”
 
A Surprising Call
 
Elsewhere, Munnir pointed at a phone ringing in the car. “Your phone’s ringing.”
 
The driver picked it up and smiled. “Amna, Nigeria’s sweetheart!”
 
“You’re back in Nigeria?” she asked.
 
“Four days ago,” he replied.
 
“And this is the first time you're calling me?” she teased.
 
“I lost my phones and contact list right after I returned. But I’ve missed you.”
 
“Are you sure you haven’t replaced me?”
 
“Never,” he said warmly.
 
They ended the call with her voice softening. “You’ve never lied to me, so I believe you.”
 
After the call, Munnir asked his friend, “What’s going on?”
 
He smiled. “I don’t know yet, but I feel something big is about to happen. I even had a good dream recently.”
 
“May Allah make it good,” Munnir said.
 
He dropped Munnir off and drove to his own family home—a large, lavish mansion in Zaria. Inside, his sister Badi’a was massaging their mother’s legs.
 
“Sannu da hutawa, Hajiya,” he greeted.
 
She smiled. “Welcome, Shatima. You’re back?”