Sawun Giwa Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Today Saudi Arabia, especially Makkah, is packed to the brim with people from various tribes, because it is the Hajj season; the Grand Mosque (Masjid al-Haram) is filled to capacity, with not even a needle's space to spare.
Engaged in her circumambulation (Tawaf) with the peace of mind and tranquility that a human being experiences whenever they are in front of the House of Allah, was a young girl who would not exceed 17 years of age in this world. The girl was very beautiful—a true black beauty. I noticed this because she was not wearing a niqab over her face. She had large eyes and a slender, attractive bridge of the nose. Her eyes were sparkling white, gleaming as if they held unshed tears, and she had a small mouth with very smooth, red lips. She was not very tall, but she couldn't be called short either. She was gently moving her small mouth, though you couldn't hear what she was saying.
She spent a long time performing her Tawaf. When she reached the seventh and final round, she spotted an elderly woman in the middle of some Koreans. They had completely crowded her, causing her to fall, and they were about to step on her as they passed. With speed, she rushed toward them, pushing her way through them like a man; the way she shoved past them showed that she possessed surprising strength despite being a young girl.
Instantly, she reached where this servant of Allah was. Bravely, she pushed the crowd back, bent down, helped her up, and stood her on her feet.
"Sorry, Mama," she said in an incredibly sweet voice.
"Thank you, my child. Thank you so much."
"It's nothing, Mama. Have you finished your Tawaf?"
"No, I just entered."
"Okay," she replied simply. She then held the woman's hand with one of her hands and supported her waist with the other, and began walking around with her. Surprisingly, she restarted the Tawaf from the beginning with the woman because she knew the elderly lady wouldn't be able to manage it alone. Only after she completed the seven rounds did she lead her out of the area.
From the moment she started her Tawaf, he had been watching her, right up to where she went to help that woman. He had actually intended to stand up and help her himself when he saw the girl get there first. He watched her intently until she led the woman out of the crowd. As he watched, an elderly man rushed over to the woman. The girl was about to scold him harshly, but when she realized he was an elder old enough to be her father, she simply said goodbye to the woman and left.
She returned inside the mosque to perform another Tawaf, after which she offered a prayer and walked out. From where he was standing, he heard a woman call out, "MAISOON!"
She turned around quickly and smiled so broadly that her white teeth showed, saying, "Yes, Aunty Meenah, are you finished?"
"Yes, we've been looking for you for a while and couldn't find you."
Brightening up even more, she said, "By Allah, I was helping a servant of Allah out of that crowd, Aunty Meenah."
"Okay, let's go then, if you're done."
"Alright, let's go," she said, leading the way while Aunty Meenah followed behind her.
He let out a heavy sigh and closed his ash-colored eyes. He possessed a unique pair of eyes that looked like a cat's, yet they were quite large—which is unusual, as cat-like eyes are rarely big. His, however, were notably large and naturally heavy-lidded, giving them an captivating, striking appearance. He exhaled deeply multiple times before picking up the microphone in front of him to begin delivering a sermon. He spoke in an incredibly soul-stirring voice that deeply moved anyone listening, just as he usually did in the Grand Mosque before the Zuhr prayer. He spent a long time giving the powerful sermon in the Arabic language before concluding it and standing up to lead the prayer.
This was SHEIKH SUDAIS MUHAMMAD BILAL, one of the imams of the Grand Mosque. He was a young leader and the only son of the King of Dubai. He spent his entire life living in Saudi Arabia, residing in the palace of the King of Saudi Arabia, who happened to be his father's close friend.