The Two Lights Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

A Furious Escape
 
A sleek, jet-black luxury car raced down the road at lightning speed, a sight that would capture anyone's attention. Behind it followed another vehicle in aggressive pursuit, clearly aiming to overtake it or perhaps worse. Inside the fleeing car was a beautiful, pale-skinned woman, resembling an Arab, clearly panicked and distraught. Beside her were twin babies wailing from hunger, their cries piercing through the chaos. She mumbled prayers with tearful desperation, "Ya Allah, save us from those monsters. Protect me and my children."
 
Without warning, the pursuing vehicle rammed hers forcefully, causing her to lose control and veer off into a forested area. The attackers, two thug-like men, emerged, checking the wreckage. One reported, "They've crashed, her and the kids." Their leader, receiving a call, smugly replied, "It's done. They've been sent to the afterlife."
 
"Let’s take what we can and disappear. That woman is trouble," he added.
 
The thugs sped off, abandoning the scene. The woman’s car continued to roll through the woods until it collided with a boulder in a vast farmland, startling the workers there. The car came to a smoking halt.
 
A Mysterious Rescue
 
Among the workers was an elderly Fulani man, dressed in traditional white robes and turban, with a prayer scar glowing on his forehead. Holding the hand of a nine-year-old boy dressed in white, the elderly man watched the car's crash with solemn concern.
 
"Go check if anyone's inside," he calmly instructed a nearby youth. The boy respectfully nodded and approached the vehicle with others. As they opened the door, they found the unconscious mother and her crying twins. They quickly moved them to a safer location.
 
The elder, known as Chief Imam, personally held the twins as they drove to a nearby town. The vehicle headed straight to a modest hospital, indicative of a small but developed rural area.
 
Emergency Response
 
Upon arrival, hospital staff brought stretchers for both the woman and the babies. She was rushed to the emergency room. The doctor confirmed to the Chief Imam that she had suffered no visible injuries but had fainted due to severe stress and high blood pressure.
 
"We gave her a sedative. She needs rest," the doctor explained.
 
"And the babies?" the Chief Imam asked.
 
"They're fine, but they need feeding and a bath."
 
The Chief Imam made a phone call. "Binti, how are you feeling?" he asked.
 
"Better, Abba. We're just about to head home."
 
"Wait for me, I’m coming," he replied.
 
The doctor joked with the Chief Imam’s grandson, Faruq, known affectionately as Little Imam. The child, concerned about the crying twins, pleaded, "Please, Jaddi, help them."
 
"Bring them to the room with Fadima," the Imam instructed. "She and her mother will care for them."
 
A New Shelter
 
Inside a hospital recovery room, Fadima, the Imam’s daughter, lay resting. A graceful, fair woman in her early twenties, she welcomed her son, Little Imam, with affection. He asked about his siblings, and she informed him they were being bathed by his grandmother.
 
The Chief Imam entered, exchanging greetings with his daughter. Moments later, the grandmother arrived holding one of the cleaned babies, smiling warmly.
 
"Welcome, Sheik," she greeted.
 
"We arrived safely. How is the patient?"
 
"Better, Alhamdulillah."
 
Thus, the mysterious woman and her children found themselves in safe hands, thanks to divine providence and the kindness of strangers.