Sarki Sameer Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

Days of Hiding and Crushing Hunger
With great difficulty, I found a spot under a tree where no one could see me. That was where I spent the second night, without food or water, with no kind of worry left untouched. Ameesha cried for me every day because the little milk I had for her was almost finished. I gave it to her little by little, because once it was gone, I had no idea where I would find more for her. She didn’t even drink water. That was how we lived for two days and one extra day, until I began to think of ending my life, because the hunger I felt had completely overtaken me. I could barely lift my legs to walk, and my eyes kept closing from lack of sleep and hunger.
In that state, I came out of the small forest, with Ameesha behind me, crying. I reached the roadside but covered my face with the edge of my veil so that I wouldn’t be recognized.
The Police Station and a Bitter Truth
I walked some distance, searching for water to drink, but I found none. I kept going until I saw a tricycle rider. I stopped him and begged for help, telling him I had no money and asking him to drop me at the police station, but he refused. I had to stop about five of them before one finally took pity on me and agreed.
When I arrived and saw a water tap, I drank immediately. I put Ameesha down and gave her water too, and I felt a little relief. I went inside and met a police officer who directed me to their superior. I explained everything, but he said he didn’t know what to say, that I had already been told the options—either we pay, or he remains in prison. No matter how much I begged and pleaded, he wouldn’t listen. When I asked to see him because I wanted to talk to him, he said I wouldn’t be allowed. I kept pleading until he finally ordered that I be removed from his office.
Some female officers came, pulled me outside, and as they did, I held one of them and begged her to plead for me so I could see him. She told me to be patient, that it wasn’t possible. As she turned to leave, she came back and whispered softly, telling me the truth: my child was no longer there. He had been taken out of the town since yesterday morning. My heart jumped, and I asked where they had taken him. She said she honestly didn’t know, but she suspected Kano, because she had overheard bits of the conversation, though she wasn’t certain. She advised me to go there and ask, saying that if I asked for the newly opened prison, people would show me the way. I thanked her, and she left me there.
Unexpected Help and a Dangerous Journey
I sat there thinking about how I would get money to travel to Kano, but I saw no solution. I decided to stay where I was, knowing I would be safer there and that those people wouldn’t see me. I pulled my bag closer and searched through it as if I had kept some money inside, but I didn’t find even five naira. I already knew that would happen. When I opened the inner zip again, something I had never imagined appeared—I came across Malam’s ATM card, which he had given me when I was leaving. The shock made me realize I had completely forgotten about it.
I quickly stood up and went out, looking around for a place to withdraw money, but there was none nearby. I walked farther until I saw a POS stand. I handed the card to the operator and asked him to check the balance. He did and told me there was eighty-seven thousand naira in it. I asked him to withdraw seventeen thousand for me. I entered the PIN, he gave me the cash, I paid him five hundred naira as charges, and left.
I went to look for food, bought some, ate until I was full, and felt strength return to my body. I spent about five hundred naira on food. Then I bought things for Ameesha—clothes, footwear, and everything I knew she would need before we traveled. I spent about five thousand naira on her. After that, I headed to the motor park to take a vehicle to Kano. I didn’t face any difficulty; I found one easily, boarded it, and it set off immediately.
We traveled for a long time and arrived around Maghrib. As we entered Kano city, a black car suddenly blocked our way. When I saw it, my heart sank, and I prayed that they were not robbers who would take my money. The vehicles collided forcefully, and the driver got out, asking what the problem was and what they wanted. One of them said, “We are here to take a woman.” When I heard that and recognized their voices, I was shocked at how they had followed me. How did they know I was on my way to Kano, and who told them?
I quickly bent down under the seat and begged the women beside me to help cover me so those people wouldn’t see me. I told them those were the ones looking for me, that they were dangerous, and that they would kill me if they found me. I begged them to help me.