Uwar Sadiku Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

A Quiet Morning in the Kitchen
She was in the kitchen washing dishes when she sensed him entering. She turned to him, smiling, and he smiled back. He said:
“Stop moving your mouth and just tell me what’s on your mind.”
She chuckled and continued scrubbing the bowl, teasing:
“No! I heard we were going to Bichi to greet Baffa, but it seems like we’re being sent to a widow instead.”
He began to explain that there was a young woman he intended to visit as well, but she interrupted him with laughter:
“You can’t do anything; it’s just me and you, only us.”
He warned, “When I return, I’ll tell you to pack your things from this room, and then you’ll understand.”
She laughed again, and they exchanged playful banter before he left for Bichi to greet his father’s elders. Their life together was filled with comfort, love, and their two children, Abdallah and Farha, aged four and two.
Sudden Fear and Loss
That day, however, did not sit well with her. Abdallah and Farha were away visiting their father’s elder brother, Baba Sani. She was uneasy, though she couldn’t explain why, and the anxiety lingered until afternoon prayers.
Sitting in the living room, she turned on the TV, though her mind was elsewhere. When someone knocked at the gate, she put on her hijab and went to check. She saw Baba Sani standing with car keys.
“Welcome, Yaya. Bismillah,” she greeted, motioning him inside. He paused at the gate and said,
“Actually, I don’t need to come in. Umma told me to come see you at home.”
Her heart sank. She had been surprised to see him alone, especially since Abdallah and the children were supposed to be there. She could only place her hand on her chest, whispering Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un in her mind, praying nothing had happened to her children.
Reluctantly, she entered the car with him, silently hoping all was well, knowing it was their first visit to Baba Sani’s house without the children. Arriving at Umma’s house, she saw people gathered, and fear gripped her. She feared the worst for Abdallah or Farha.
Tears ran down her face as she rushed inside, weaving through the crowd until she reached Umma. She knelt before her, and Umma held her hands, saying:
“Be patient, Aisha; this is Allah’s will.”
Her tears increased as she listened to Bushra say:
“Yaya Mustafa has gone! He died on the way; he didn’t make it to us.”
Aisha froze, trying to process. “Mustafa? Isn’t he in Bichi? I thought it was Abdallah or Farha. Their father is at Baffa’s house, right?”
No one answered—only cries. Trembling, she tried to open her bag to call him, but Anti Rakiya stopped her, saying:
“Aisha, be patient. Allah has taken Abdallah’s father. He had an accident on the way to Bichi, and they brought his body to Baffa.”
She gasped, clutching her chest. Bushra checked for her inhaler to prevent an asthma attack but found none—only the house key. They quickly went to fetch one while Aisha struggled to breathe, trembling with fear.
Seeing the Body
By six o’clock, Baffa Tijjani, Mustafa’s uncle, arrived to inform them that they could see Mustafa’s body, which had been brought from Bichi, washed, and dressed.
Umma approached the body first, kneeling in prayer, and Aisha circled to the other side, kneeling as well. His face looked peaceful, almost as if asleep, with a faint smile.
Umma raised her hands in prayer, then quickly rose and left, wiping her tears. Aisha gently touched his face and whispered:
“Mustafa…”
There was no response. She moved closer, caressing his face, and eventually fell across his body, holding him tightly and weeping. Everyone else around could only cry silently with her; the suddenness of death had struck them all deeply.