Tabarmar Kashi Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

Nadeeya’s Restless Thoughts
During those four days after Sa’ahar left, neither Nadeeya, Toufeeq, nor the hardworking helper Fadeela had a proper, peaceful sleep. Nadeeya’s mind was in turmoil, her heart full of questions as she tried to understand the reason for Sa’ahar’s sudden departure. At the same time, she kept remembering the pure anger she had seen on Toufeeq’s face—especially if her ears had truly heard him telling Fadeela:
“Let her go. You will continue living even without her.”
Nadeeya turned restlessly in bed, rubbing her stomach as she tried again to analyze the problem. From the way she had studied Toufeeq’s face, it seemed as if there was some familiar connection between them. But where did he know her from, and where had they met? She did not know.
She breathed out deeply, hoping that whatever had brought them together was not something terrible like what had happened with Ameesha. She quickly shook her head and told herself, “No.”
Despite her swollen eyes from lack of sleep and the headache that was slowly building, she still went into the kitchen to help her mother prepare breakfast. But today she was unusually quiet—not like before when she used to chat with the house staff.
Afifa had already left early for the hospital because of patients injured in a car accident the previous night.
Later, she met her mother in the room and informed her that she had finished the preparations.
“Arrange your father’s meal on the dining table in his section. He is going out today and has guests. I’ll come shortly,” her mother said.
After Nadeeya left, her mother watched her thoughtfully. Since the previous day, she had noticed that something was troubling her, but she knew Nadeeya kept her feelings deeply hidden. Still, she believed Afifa would eventually discover everything, since Nadeeya often shared worries with Afifa that she could not even tell her parents. Their bond was unusually strong.
When Nadeeya finished arranging everything and was about to leave, she heard Dr. Girema greeting in the sitting room. Her heart skipped a beat, but she gathered herself, responded to his greeting respectfully, and knelt to greet him.
“Sit down. We need to talk,” he said.
She sat with her head lowered.
“I was told you returned yesterday. I hope you have come back for good, because you will not be going anywhere again. May Allah bless the knowledge you gained.”
“Yes, Father. I have returned. Thank you for the opportunity you gave me,” she replied politely.
“That is not the gratitude I want from you,” he said, adjusting his seat.
“My heart is now at peace and satisfied with that young man. Therefore, if you permit me—as Islam requires permission from a widow—I will allow him to send his family so that everything can be settled. You should also prepare yourself.”
“I give you permission, Father,” she said firmly, though her heart was breaking.
She felt she had no refuge left. There was nowhere else to run.
Mahmud had won.
Dr. Girema studied her face silently. Her quick agreement confused him, because he had expected resistance.
“Very well. You may go. May Allah bless you. Whatever happens, your mother will inform you.”
“Ameen,” she replied as she stood up, feeling all her strength fading. Whatever was meant to happen would happen.
Later she bathed, trying to wash away the sadness and worries crowding her heart—especially thoughts of Fadeela. Every movement she made seemed to echo Fadeela’s voice calling her.
So she decided to visit relatives and take the children with her—Khaleefa, Fadeel, and Zaahid—hoping their company would reduce her loneliness and ease her sorrow.
Toufeeq’s Hard Heart
Toufeeq stared at Fadeela with his large eyes while feeding her carefully with a spoon, his face stern and expressionless. His seriousness made him look even more imposing.
Each time he brought the spoon close, she would look into his eyes but refuse to open her mouth. Instead, tears streamed down her cheeks.
He put the spoon aside and stared at her.
“What is it now?”
“Aunty N…” she whispered through tears.
His anger rose immediately. He did not even want to hear Sa’ahar’s name.
“If you mention her again, I will slap you,” he warned.
Just then Sajjad’s voice interrupted.
“Come on, get up.”
Fadeela quickly took his hand as Sajjad helped her stand.
“Let’s go tell Sister Nadeeya to change your clothes. Leave him to eat alone,” Sajjad said, then added jokingly, “O Allah, make him fall deeply in love so we can see what he will do with that stubborn pride.”
Toufeeq felt like getting up and hitting Sajjad. The prayer sounded like someone wishing death upon him.
Sajjad quickly carried Fadeela away while Toufeeq could still be heard calling after him angrily.
Toufeeq rubbed his hair and sighed deeply. His heart tried to calm him by insisting that he could never love another woman. His soul and heart had already been damaged once, and he would never allow it again.
He even felt that love no longer existed—it should simply be called desire or selfishness.
Later he went to bathe, but even the delicious food Jacob had prepared for him could not tempt his appetite. Fadeela’s constant crying troubled him deeply, and Nadeeya’s sadness had made the entire house unusually silent.
His heart was heavy with worry.
Fadeela’s Illness and Sa’ahar’s Resolve
Later that evening Sajjad returned with Fadeela, but she did not even go to Toufeeq’s section. She stayed close to Nadeeya.
Soon a severe fever struck her. She began shivering violently.
Nadeeya panicked and called Toufeeq. He rushed home from the mosque and quickly prepared to take Fadeela to the hospital with Baaba Ramatu.
After they left, Nadeeya sat crying, convinced that Fadeela’s illness was caused by how deeply she missed Sa’ahar.
Unable to bear it, she went to her room, picked up her phone, and searched for Sa’ahar’s number.
At that same moment, Sa’ahar was sitting with Afifa preparing fruit salad for dinner. She too had become very quiet lately, though she refused to let her heart break despite how much she missed Fadeela.
She believed her decision to leave was the right one. There would be no turning back.
She had already entrusted everything to Allah, especially since she had given Dr. Girema full authority regarding her marriage to Mahmud. The marriage was now certain.
What frightened her most was destiny.
Adam’s marriage had been bitter and had destroyed her dreams.
What about her marriage to Mahmud?
The question threatened to break her heart.
She believed they would only live together in patience, because she could never give him what he wanted. She had told him this clearly, yet he insisted he was willing to endure.
Still, a voice in her heart kept warning her:
“Men are deceivers. What they promise before marriage is not what you find afterward.”
Adam had once said everything about love and devotion—but how had it ended?
So what kind of marriage would this be?
Just a marriage of obedience.
In the middle of these thoughts, her phone rang.
She assumed it was Mahmud, whom she had already begun to dislike because his care reminded her too much of Adam.
But she was surprised to see Nadeeya’s name.
Since Sa’ahar left, Nadeeya had called many times begging her to return. After Sa’ahar firmly refused, the calls stopped, though Nadeeya still sent daily good-morning messages.
Sa’ahar picked up the call.
Her heart dropped when she heard Nadeeya crying.
Quickly she whispered a prayer and asked:
“Sister Nadeeya, what happened?”