Waya San Gobe Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Fadila’s Trials
 
A Heavy Heart
 
Fadila sat cross-legged in her spacious bedroom, her palms cupping her cheeks as her eyes rested on the food flask before her. To anyone looking, it seemed she was staring at the food, but in truth her mind had wandered far. Hunger had driven her into the house, yet she could not lift even a spoonful to her mouth.
 
For days she had been in a state she could only call a trial, a storm pressing against her soul. This was the fourth time in her life that her eyes had crossed paths with him, and each encounter left her heart restless. From the first day she saw him, something strange lodged in her—an uninvited flame of love that felt more like torment than delight.
 
The pain lay in the mystery: she didn’t even know his name, where he lived, or who he truly was. How could her heart betray her so easily? With a sigh, she pulled the flask closer, forcing herself to eat at least a little, if only to avoid her mother’s rebuke.
 
As if summoned, her mother, Ummi, entered and caught her midway. “Fadila, you came in claiming hunger, yet an hour has passed and you’ve barely touched your food. Do you think ulcer will pity you if it strikes?”
 
Fadila smiled faintly. “I tried, Ummi, but the appetite just won’t come.”
 
Ummi shook her head. “Always like a child. Eat, so you don’t bring sickness upon yourself.”
 
With effort, Fadila nodded, promising she would finish. As she left the room, Ummi added, “And get ready. You’re coming with me to Alhaji Salim’s house. It’s been long since we visited.”
 
Fadila frowned. “Ummi, are you sure I’ll even know the way?”
 
Her mother glared playfully. “If not for your father’s insistence that I take you, I’d have gone with the driver. Now hurry up—we’ll buy your makeup afterward.”
 
Fadila chuckled. That was reason enough to obey.
 
Dressing the Part
 
She dressed elegantly in a flowing black abaya embroidered with sparkling red stones, her thick hair wrapped neatly under a matching red scarf. A simple touch of makeup only enhanced her natural beauty.
 
Fadila was no ordinary young woman. Her skin carried the rich chocolate tone often described as black beauty. Her figure was perfectly shaped, her large eyes framed with thick lashes, her voice soft and alluring. Though admired by many, she remained reserved—mildly mysterious, more interested in books than chatter.
 
She was a mass communication student at Bayero University Kano. Her father, Alhaji Abbas Ahmad, a wealthy textile merchant from Bauchi, had wanted her to study medicine. But seeing her passion, he relented. Her younger sister, Farida, followed his choice instead.
 
The family was blessed. Despite losing their first child, Ahmad, in infancy, they were later granted children again: Fadila, then Farida two years later, and finally Muhammad after six more years. Their household thrived in love, though between the sisters there was always playful rivalry.
 
That afternoon, Ummi, Fadila, and Farida drove toward Kundila Housing Estate. Their banter filled the car until they arrived at the grand house of Haj Maimuna, wife of Alhaji Salim.
 
The reunion was warm. After greetings, Haj Maimuna teased, “So it’s still Wednesday, eh? I can’t remember the last time Fadila visited this house.”
 
Laughter followed, while Ummi explained, “She only came along because we promised a stop at the store for makeup.”
 
Conversation flowed easily. Soon, a lively little girl named Iftihal ran in, her hair freshly braided with beads. She clung quickly to Fadila, as though they had known each other for years. Children always loved her gentle presence.
 
Before leaving, Haj Maimuna pressed a bag of cosmetics into Fadila’s hands. Embarrassed but grateful, she accepted with a promise to visit more often. Yet Ummi couldn’t leave without raising another matter.
 
“Where is Aliyu?” she asked.
 
At once, Haj Maimuna’s smile dimmed. “Still unmarried, still lost in business. His father and I have tried everything, but he refuses to settle down.”
 
Ummi sighed. “Pray Allah grants him a good wife, one who brings him peace.”
 
An Unexpected Encounter
 
Later, at the shopping mall, Fadila collected the items they needed. Ummi handed her extra money but warned, half-jokingly, “Don’t spend it all on sweets. Remember, food is your true enemy.”
 
Smiling, Fadila entered the store. She wandered toward the perfume section, reaching for her favorite, Blue Lady. And then—her heart froze.
 
He was there.
 
The man who had haunted her dreams. Dressed in a tailored blue-black shadda, his fair skin seemed to glow against the fabric. His well-trimmed beard framed a striking face, his nose sharp, his lips firm. Behind his glasses, his eyes, shadowed by long lashes, scanned the shelves with calm focus.
 
Fadila stood still, caught between fear and wonder. Here he was
 again—the stranger who held her heart captive without even knowing it.