Ruuyaa Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Tears began to stream down her face. At first, she was wiping them away, but soon she broke down completely, sobbing uncontrollably.
She pressed one hand against her chest, feeling as though her heart had been ripped right out of her ribcage and placed somewhere completely out of reach. Her breath came in shallow gasps, much like someone suffering an asthma attack.
The chill of the rain struck her face, but it didn't even come close to the depth of the pain inside—not by a long shot.
Because there are certain kinds of pain that cannot be seen... and they don't burn on the skin.
They burn deep within a person... where there is no way to scratch them for relief.
She followed a small, deserted path. Her shoes splashed through the water pooling on the interlocking tiles, but she didn't even notice.
Her tears refused to stop. She wiped them away, fresh ones came, and she wiped them again.
Yet more continued to roll down.
It was as if her heart had decided that nothing could stop it from crying—crying over the sheer magnitude of her loss.
Until she reached a quiet, serene spot.
There was a large tree there, laden with tiny white flowers.
The cool breeze gently stirred its branches, causing the blossoms to drift down to the ground one by one.
Before her lay the sea.
The edge of the shoreline was bordered by low brick walls, and the water gently beat against them, rolling back and forth.
Back and forth... without stopping... accompanied by a bone-chilling wind.
It was like something trying desperately to return to where it came from, yet unable to do so.
She stopped and stared at the ocean, wishing she could turn back time just for a few seconds to when he was still with her.
From there, she lowered her gaze to the falling flowers from the tree, one landing right near her foot. She stared at it for a few quiet moments.
White flowers...