So da Buri Part 3 Complete Hausa Novel

A Sudden Awakening
 
Slowly, Aslam opened his eyes.
The sharp light struck his face—tarr!!—forcing him to shut them immediately as a piercing headache hit him.
 
Mommy rushed to his side, holding his hand and wiping tears from her eyes.
“Dad! He’s awake! I just saw his eyes open!” she said joyfully.
 
Dad quickly approached, touched Aslam’s face gently, and hurriedly said, “Let me call the doctor. Alhamdulillah.”
 
Aslam weakly squeezed Mommy’s hand.
She bent closer. “Aslam, how do you feel? What do you want?”
 
He sighed. “The light... it’s too much.”
 
She quickly dimmed the room lights. “It’s done now.”
 
Aslam slowly opened his heavy eyelids and saw Mommy smiling at him. He returned a faint smile and tried to sit up. She helped him, placing a pillow behind his back.
Then, wrapping him in a warm hug, she whispered: “Congratulations, son.”
 
He paused, confused.
“Mommy... So it wasn’t a dream?”
 
Mommy chuckled, tugged at his cheek, and said, “No, it’s real. You are now... Huda’s husband.”
 
At that moment, Dad returned with the doctor.
 
The Medical Check-Up
 
The doctor examined Aslam, ran some quick tests, and asked questions.
“Where’s the pain? How are you feeling?”
 
Aslam replied softly, “Just a bit of a headache.”
 
The doctor made a few notes, then handed over discharge papers.
“He’s fine. Just a shock. Get these drugs from the pharmacy, then he can go home. May Allah protect him.”
 
Dad sat beside Aslam.
“I’m sorry,” he began. “I didn’t know it would hurt you like this.”
 
He explained how Abba had brought the idea, and how everyone—including Huda’s parents—had agreed.
“The marriage has been conducted. Please, Aslam, be patient. Don’t harm her. This decision was ours, not hers. Maybe with time, you’ll love each other. Don’t do anything that will bring us shame.”
 
He added, “Even Huda’s grandfather, who we thought might resist, accepted everything calmly. Aslam, please understand.”
 
Tears welled in Dad’s eyes as he clasped his hands together in a pleading gesture.
 
Aslam lowered his head and gently took his father's hands.
 
The Exit from the Hospital
 
After a long silence, Dad stood.
“Let’s go. Ado will collect the drugs from the pharmacy.”
 
Mommy noticed Aslam was lost in thought. She touched his face, bringing him back.
 
He looked at her and asked the question that caught her off guard:
“Where is Arshaad?”
 
Mommy’s heart dropped.
She had been so caught up in the joy that she’d forgotten Arshaad wasn’t there.
 
She gently said, “He’ll be okay. Don’t worry.”
 
Just then, Dad called her.
“Why aren’t you out yet?”
 
“We’re coming now,” she replied, ending the call.
She held Aslam’s hand, and together, they walked out.
 
Back Home – A Silent Storm
 
On the way, the driver picked up Aslam’s prescription.
At home, Aslam asked to rest and headed to his room, while Mom and Dad went upstairs.
 
In his room, Aslam performed ablution and began praying nafil.
 
Upstairs, Dad called “Daddy” (perhaps a nickname or another elder), instructing him to send Auwal Mom and Ummi with the estate drivers to bring Aslam’s bride home.
 
Arshaad’s Turmoil
 
Earlier at 12:00pm…
Since Dad had left earlier that day, Arshaad had been restless.
Mammy forbade him from leaving, which frustrated him further.
 
He ignored calls from Auwal—he knew they'd only bring more noise. But he was desperate to find a way to attend the wedding. It was his day too.
 
Suddenly, all three of his phones rang simultaneously.
 
He picked up Jamil’s call.
Even before he could speak, Jamil shouted,
“What happened, Arshaad?!”
 
“Sorry, something important came up…” Arshaad tried to explain.
 
“Something more important than marrying Huda?!”
 
“What do you mean? Has the marriage not been postponed?”
 
Jamil fell silent for a moment, then said calmly,
“It's over. The wedding happened just now. I was a witness. But not to your marriage, Arshaad—to Aslam’s.”
 
Diff!!
Arshaad went blank.
His phone dropped from his hand and shattered.
 
The Breakdown
 
Mammy rushed to him. “Are you okay?!”
 
He didn’t respond.
She cupped his face, worried.
“What’s wrong? Please talk to me.”
 
He began breathing heavily. His chest heaved with emotion.
 
In a rage-filled voice, he shouted,
“This is what you wanted! For everyone to suffer, for everyone to be in pain, right?!”
 
Mammy, shocked, shouted back,
“Hey! I’m your mother. Don’t raise your voice at me!”
 
But before she could finish, Arshaad grabbed her shoulders tightly, shaking her violently.
“Mother?! You used that word to destroy my life! You’ve already killed me inside—just finish it and kill me completely!”
 
He shoved her back so hard that she staggered.
He then tore off his cap and robe, slammed the wardrobe mirror with his fist—shattering it—then picked up a stool and smashed it into the remaining glass!
 
Blood spattered. His hand was badly cut.
 
Mammy, terrified, tried to hold him from behind.
The room was now a mess of broken glass and blood.
 
He threw her off.
His eyes, bloodshot, brimmed with tears.
“You betrayed me, Mammy! What did I ever do to deserve this? All I’ve ever done is try to protect you!”
 
A Painful Confession
 
He stepped closer to her.
 
“I saw you throw Mommy off the balcony. You thought I was too young to understand? I kept quiet to protect her, to protect this family!”
 
He confessed that from the moment he met Huda, he recognized her mother—Mommy—as the same woman from the past.
Still, he said nothing.
 
“I planned to talk to you... but fate brought Mommy there first, and I heard everything!”
 
Every secret. Every betrayal.
 
“You’ve ruined both Mommy and Huda. And now… you’ve ruined me.”