Sakayyah Part 3 Complete Hausa Novel

Tender Care and Shared Happiness
Gently, he laid her on his chest, using his chest as a pillow for her, then pulled a blanket over them. Slowly, he joined his hands together over hers and recited bedtime prayers—Falaqi, 3 Nasi, 3 Qulhuwa, Ayat al-Kursi, and 1, then combined with Amanarrasulu1 Laqdja'akum—while breathing softly into her palms. With care, he stroked her body, and he also caressed himself, closing his eyes, feeling a happiness unlike anything he had ever experienced. Not even stories from his life or his parents’ tales had brought him such joy. It was a strange, unexpected feeling, and he cherished the gentle comfort of that moment.
He slept that night in deep contentment, almost sitting up to adjust her position whenever she moved. Beside him, Hajiya Bunayya also slept, though her life had been marked by hardship. The pressures of her life prevented her from resting peacefully. As the morning prayer approached, her breathing eased slightly, and for the first time that day, her tension lessened. Yet by evening, her restlessness returned, and she struggled through the night, filling warm water with salt to soothe herself, finding some relief in bathing but none outside of it. For five weeks, she suffered this relentless torment with no sign of reprieve.
Meanwhile, Samira Sani’s life had similarly become dark and difficult. In contrast, Khausar’s life near Morocco was pleasant. She received special care from her husband’s mother and grandmother, with servants attending her constantly. Despite her inability to eat properly, she enjoyed a life of attention and comfort, and this nurturing environment brought her peace.
Concerns About Pregnancy and Care
Khausar lay on a three-seater, using his lap as a pillow. He gently rubbed her knees and looked at her untouched plate of food, full of concern. Saddened by her lack of appetite, he touched her stomach and said softly, “Minha.” Slowly, she lifted her head, sensing his concern, and he continued, “Not eating like this worries me. Maybe we should call Momy and tell her about your loss of appetite so she can advise us.”
With eyes half-closed, she asked, “Momy?” He nodded, but she quickly responded, “I don’t want us to tell Momy yet.” He stroked her hair and said calmly, “I think it’s best if we tell her. Maybe we can find a solution.” She shook her head and pursed her lips, asking, “What will you tell her?” He looked at her and gently replied, “Tell her that Minha is not eating, and I’m worried.” She closed her eyes and asked, “And if she asks why you’re worried, what will you say?”
He answered, “I’ll tell her you’re pregnant and it’s affecting your appetite.” She looked guilty and rested her head against his chest. Smiling, he reminded her gently that her pregnancy was honorable and not something to feel ashamed of. Khausar blushed but gradually relaxed, burying herself against him, and they shared a quiet, tender moment, discussing how the pregnancy would progress until the upcoming wedding.
Amina’s Struggles and Upcoming Journeys
Meanwhile, Amina’s life had become very difficult. Breathing heavily, she told Uncle Naseer, “I’m not feeling well.” He looked at her with concern, and she admitted, “I feel like I’m going to die.” He smiled gently and reassured her, “You won’t die, child. Relax and stay calm.” Leaning her head on the pillow, she asked, “Uncle Naseer, when will we go home? The Addah Asiya wedding is approaching; only one month and a week remains.”
He looked thoughtful and replied, “We will leave one week before the wedding, so now there is only one month left until we go.” She nodded quietly, saying, “Okay, may Allah guide us.” His phone rang, and he excused himself to answer it. On the call, he expressed gratitude and confirmed he would call later. Returning, he sat beside Amina, who asked quietly, “Uncle Naseer, the call—was it about our trip to India?” He smiled and said, “We will go after the Asiya wedding.” Calmly, she responded, “May Allah guide us.”
Meanwhile, Hajiya Bunayya’s life continued to be difficult. During the day, she experienced some peace, but nighttime brought unrest. Even now, she struggled with sleeplessness and the constant weight of her thoughts.