The Virgin Maid Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

A Joyful Night at the Hospital
 
Nurse Hamdiyya stepped out of the labour room with joy radiating from her face. Her steps were light as she walked toward her office, happiness making her oblivious to everything around her. The hospital compound, though it was night, glowed brightly under the solar-powered lights.
 
Suddenly, her voice echoed behind me as she raised her phone excitedly to her ear, saying,
"Congratulations, Alhaji Abdullah! Madam has delivered safely—a baby girl!"
 
She ended the call and hurried toward the mother's room. Even without being told, one could tell the patient was someone important—given a private, quiet room, unlike the usual hospital bustle.
 
A Sudden Shock
 
Nurse Hamdiyya sighed in relief upon seeing Hajiya Salma asleep. "Alhamdulillah," she whispered, grateful that after twenty years of childlessness, the couple finally had a baby. She walked to where the newborn was placed. But as she approached, dread washed over her.
 
The baby wasn't breathing.
 
Her phone fell from her hand, crashing onto the tiled floor. She instantly bent over the baby, shaking her gently while whispering through tears, “Innalillahi wa’inna ilaihir raji’un.” She picked up the broken pieces of her phone and rushed out, searching for help.
 
A Plea for Help
 
As she descended the stairs, she heard someone cheerfully saying, “Yes, she delivered safely. A baby girl!”
 
Nurse Hamdiyya approached the man, tears streaming, her voice trembling.
“Please, sir, lend me your phone. I need to call urgently—the baby isn’t breathing. They mustn’t find out before I do something. They’ll blame me if anything happens.”
 
The man turned, clearly annoyed. One glance told her he was one of those bitter poor men, envious of the wealthy.
 
“Let me finish informing my village first. Maybe someone will bring me maize or something,” he said angrily.
 
She pleaded again, “Sir, this is Alhaji Abdullahi Shuwa’s wife! After 20 years of marriage, they finally had a child. But now, the baby isn’t moving. I just congratulated them... please help me call before they arrive!”
 
The Shocking Offer
 
His tone softened. He handed her his old Nokia, saying, “Call him. But wait.”
 
As she tried to dial, he stopped her.
“That man… he’s my boss. I’ve worked under him for fifteen years. He gave my wife and me everything. Even when I couldn’t have children, he gave us a son to raise as ours—Umar Farouk. That child is his. So, what can I do to repay him?”
 
He paused and declared solemnly:
“I’ll give them this baby my wife just delivered. Take their dead baby and give us this living one.”
 
The Secret Swap
 
“Wait, what?” Nurse Hamdiyya asked, stunned.
“Just wait,” he said, heading to his wife’s room. She was asleep. He picked up their newborn daughter and returned.
 
“Let’s go,” he told the nurse. “We’ll swap the babies.”
 
She hesitated. “Are you sure about this? We’re giving them a living baby…”
 
“Yes. No one will know.”
 
They entered Hajiya Salma’s room. She was still fast asleep. The nurse gently lifted the lifeless baby. Kadarko laid his daughter in her place.
 
Together, they hurried out. As they descended the stairs, thunder cracked, and rain began pouring. Suddenly, the baby in Nurse Hamdiyya’s arms cried.
 
“Subhanallah! YallaÉ“ai, the baby isn’t dead! She’s alive!” the nurse cried, her joy returning.
 
A Cruel Decision
 
“Let’s return her to her parents,” she said, “and take your own child.”
 
Kadarko stared at her, took the baby from her arms, and said coldly:
“No. That girl was destined to live among the rich. This one here, her destiny is to live with us in poverty. That is their fate. Nothing we can do.”
 
Horrified, Nurse Hamdiyya shouted, “No! What you're doing is evil. It's a great sin. Allah will not let this go!”
 
Seeing her panic and fearing she might expose him, Kadarko shoved her violently. She fell from the staircase, crashing down to the ground floor.
 
She lay still.
 
Kadarko quickly ran back and returned the now-breathing baby to his wife as if nothing happened.
 
The Aftermath
 
Moments later, he heard a commotion. Vehicles arrived, and people rushed to take Nurse Hamdiyya away. Whether she lived or not, only Allah knew.
 
A fellow nurse passed by. Kadarko asked calmly, “What happened?”
 
“Perhaps... Nurse Hamdiyya is dead,” she replied sorrowfully.
 
He smirked and muttered, “Good riddance, meddling nurse.”
 
Six Years Later
 
A little girl crept into a shabby house, walking timidly along the wall.
“Ummu na! Ummu na!” she called, looking for her mother.
 
Her mother rushed out, worried. She had been looking for the child all day.
 
“Shegiya! Don’t let her inside! Pretty like a water spirit! Is she even human?” shouted Malam Kadarko from his mat, eating tuwo.
 
Ummu frowned at his cruel words. This was his daily routine—insulting the girl since infancy.
 
She ignored him and took the girl’s hand, sensing that her father might hurt her again if she stayed around. He had once beaten her just for performing well at school.
 
From behind, she heard Kadarko shouting,
“She’s not ours! This girl is from the river! She must have been switched! Since she was born, I’ve said we should throw her into the river to meet her kind!”
 
A Child’s Innocence
 
Hearing this, the little girl looked up at her mother, her six-year-old face innocent yet wise beyond her years. Her eyes wide and voice sharp, she asked,
“Umma, are you going to throw me into the river too…?”