Sanadin Kenan Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The Missed Flight and a Shocking Scene
Missing his flight to Abuja was not by his own choice.
It turned out that destiny had it written for him to witness a kind of pain and anger he had never experienced before.
She pressed the bell fixed to the wall to call the house staff. Immediately, two people came in. They were two young male cleaners, neither of them more than twenty years old.
“Carry her and take her to the toilet. Bathe her and remove those pampers before the room starts smelling.”
The two young men looked at each other as if consulting one another. She shot them a fierce glare. “Or won’t you do it?”
Quickly, they picked the girl up. One held her upper body while the other held her legs, and they took her into the bathroom. They undressed her and removed her pampers, about to begin washing her.
Then, as if thrown into the room unexpectedly, he entered without warning.
He had wanted to tell her that the plane had left without him because some important guests had delayed him. So he planned to wait for the evening flight, God willing.
But his eyes landed on only one thing: strange grown men holding Amina, stripped naked. His eyes widened and reddened. His heart boiled with rage. Even so, he did not speak in shouting or fury. He only stared at her quietly for a few seconds before speaking.
“So you made grown men strip my daughter like this? My only precious daughter, Lailah? I never imagined that even if you married me out of hatred, Lailah, you would be unable to help a sick orphaned girl!
You mean they should put their hands on my daughter’s private parts? I have never beaten a woman, and I do not wish to begin with you. The world is a turning place. Let me tell you this: this girl is worth more to me than everything I own and more than life itself. Remember that you too are a woman, and you will give birth. You do not know what destiny may do with the child you bear, whether you are alive or dead.”
With just one look at the workers, they let go of the pampers they were removing and stepped outside. Their hearts were full of prayer, asking Allah not to let this become the reason they would lose their livelihood. They too had felt that the order and task given to them were strange, but what fault was theirs? So they slipped away quietly.
His Care for Amina and His Hurt
Quickly, he washed Amina himself. He bathed her with a sponge and scented soap, wrapped her in a towel, and brought her out. He rubbed her body with Vaseline, put a fresh pampers on her, and dressed her in a new blouse and skirt. Then he called the kitchen and asked them to bring him tea and pancakes.
He personally fed Amina, putting each bite into her mouth and wiping her as she ate, until she was full and turned away.
Laila left weakly, shaken by the way he acted as though she did not even exist in the room. She had never expected him to return that day. She thought he would come back after three days, just as he had said. In her heart, she had already decided that she would not even bother properly caring for the girl until he returned.
The words he had spoken to her were not what she expected. She had thought at worst he might just beat her recklessly, judging by how much she had noticed he loved his daughter. With unsteady legs, she made her way to her room.
He kissed Amina on the forehead, laid her back down, and adjusted her pillow. Then he came out into the sitting room and collapsed into a very soft chair. He reached with his right hand and held his waist, which was aching badly. He felt that the affection he had begun to have for Laila was decreasing gradually.
Sweat began to break out on him as he remembered Amina’s mother’s last words to him:
“Take extra care of Amina. Not because I doubt the care you give her, but she will need even more...”
Yes. She needed more care, and by Allah, she would get it, as long as he remained alive and money still had value. Truly, caring for a girl required a woman. He realized now that this woman seemed to want to kill Amina. She had not even fed her until two o’clock in the afternoon. And she had ordered men to humiliate her, had Allah not brought him back in time.
He knew that if he told his mother about this, she would immediately return to care for her granddaughter. But now that she had finally begun to settle peacefully in her husband’s house and enjoy some comfort and good health of her own, he did not want to disturb her peace. He would find a solution himself.
The Call to Dr. Turaki
No one came to his mind except his old friend, Dr. Usman Turaki, a consultant at the teaching hospital of Tafawa Balewa.
They had attended secondary school together and had been very close in those days. Later, higher education separated them, each going to a different university and choosing a different profession.
Immediately, he searched for Dr. Turaki’s number. It rang for a long time before his wife answered. What she said was:
“Doctor is on call. He left his phone at home.”
“Okay. Please, when he comes back, tell him to call me on this number. It is Ma’arouf Ji-qas.”
“In sha Allah, I will tell him.”
“Thank you. Greet the children for me.”
“They will hear. May Allah strengthen your shoulders over Amina.”
He felt as though she had prayed for him to enter Paradise. Truly, nothing done by a politician remained hidden. It was as though everything was placed openly on a tray and carried around for all to see. Everyone knew he had a sick daughter.
When Dr. Turaki returned home, his wife Zainab passed his friend’s message to him. She would not even let him eat first, let alone take a bath. Still, she tried very hard to hide her excitement and happiness that today she had actually spoken with Ji-qas, the shining star among the people of Bauchi Yakubu.
“I will call him tomorrow when I get to the office.”
“Ah, come on now, Baban Aadil, call him now so we can hear what it is! Do you think it is an ordinary seat like Makkah’s chair?”
Dr. Turaki burst into laughter.
“Zainab, you whose eyes love money, let Allah first give him the seat of Bauchi; then you can go and come back from Makkah, in sha Allah.”