Launin Fata Book 3 Complete Hausa Novel

Hearing the words coming from Nabila’s mouth made Mujahid furious. With just one step, he reached her. He did not care that Baba Muhammad was standing there watching them. He shouted at her and grabbed her firmly, pulling her toward himself.

“What kind of thing are you saying?” he demanded.

Nabila also used all her strength to pull herself away from him. She gave him a cold look and said, “It is not about you, Mujahid. I know that my heart loves you. I love you in a way I have never loved any man before, perhaps even more than I have ever loved myself.”

“But I have no choice but to give you up because I do not want anything that will connect me with anyone related to your grandfather, the man who fathered my mother.”

“Even my own mother, I do not want to see her because she humiliated me. She showed me that she never cared about me.”

“She abandoned me for six whole years without caring enough to come and see me. Whether I lived or died was none of her concern.”

“So how do you expect me to love them?”

Baba Muhammad took hold of her hand and said, “Be patient, Nabila. What happened was not your mother’s fault. She did everything she could. Do not accuse her until you hear the real reason she was prevented from coming to see you. Only then will you understand that she was not to blame.”

Nabila shook her head.

“Baba, there is no one in this world I love more than you. Let us leave this country and return to Kano. I want to leave Mujahid forever.”

Baba Muhammad replied, “Nabila, you know I have enough authority over you to insist that you go inside. So listen to me and keep quiet. Go into this house.”

She looked at the house as tears poured down her face.

“If I had known I would meet you here, Baba, I would never have come. Wallahi, if you were not here, nobody would have been able to force me into this house. I do not want to see anyone connected to this family.”

Baba Muhammad walked ahead while holding her hand, and together they entered the house.

Meanwhile, Amir tapped Mujahid on the shoulder and said, “Let us go inside too, Nura.”

Mujahid said, “Have you ever seen such a complicated situation? Could it be that Abba already knew something like this would happen, and that is why he told us to come today?”

Amir replied, “We will only get the answer when we go inside. How can we know anything if we continue standing here?”

Mujahid’s legs suddenly felt weak. He could barely lift them as they entered the house.

Inside Alhaji Abdulkarim Baba’s enormous living room, all members of the family were seated around him.

Baba Muhammad began, “This is Nabila, the little girl Rabi’a left in our care when she was only ten months old.”

He then began narrating everything that had happened after Nabila was brought to their family.

He held nothing back. He did not care who was listening or how painful the truth might be. He told them everything exactly as it had happened.

When he reached the end of his story, he said, “Alhaji, life has a way of changing people. Some people begin their lives in a way that everyone admires, but their ending becomes completely different. Others may begin badly, yet their ending turns out to be beautiful.”

“I deeply regret what I did to Rabi’a.”

“I did not know anything about the disappearance of my brother Tahir, Nabila’s father. However, I was the one who arranged for a letter to be written as though it had come from Tahir, telling Rabi’a that he had divorced her.”

“From the day Nabila was brought to us, Allah placed an extraordinary love for that little girl in my heart. I came to love her even more than some of the children I had fathered myself.”

“Every time I looked at her, I was overwhelmed with pity for her and regret for what I had done out of selfishness.”

“I mounted the horse of anger and stubbornness, and it carried me straight into the house of regret.”

“I did everything within my power to make sure that this girl never felt the pain of being an orphan. She grew up without even knowing who her real parents were.”

“It was only when Mujahid asked for her hand in marriage that my mother finally told her the truth about her life and her parents.”

“I tried every possible way to reconnect with you so that I could ask for your forgiveness, Rabi’a, for what I did to you.”

“My actions were the reason you were separated from your daughter and from your husband’s home, but I could not find you.”

“Throughout all these years, hardly a day or night passed without me feeling grief and regret over what I had done.”

“I kept seeing Rabi’a in my dreams, and those dreams always disturbed me deeply.”

“I also kept seeing Tahir in different situations in my dreams.”

“Then, unexpectedly, last week I was sitting with my friend Alhaji Mukhtar at the market when he told me that he would be travelling to Yemen the following week.”

“I told him that there was a family from Yemen who had once lived here in Kano. My brother Tahir had even married their daughter.”

“I told him that I wished I knew where they were living now so that I could travel with him and visit them.”

“Almost jokingly, he asked me, ‘What are their names?’”

“I mentioned the names of the Alhaji, the Hajiya and the other members of the family whose names I still remembered.”

“To my surprise, he covered his mouth and exclaimed, ‘Subhanallah! Those are exactly the people I am travelling to visit.’”

“He told me, ‘The Alhaji Abdulkarim you are talking about is currently ill, and I am travelling there to visit him.’”

“Then he revealed something even more shocking.”

“He said, ‘That same Alhaji Abdulkarim is the younger brother of the father of your son-in-law, Mujahid — the man who is married to your daughter Nabila.’”

“‘Alhaji Abdulkarim and Mujahid’s father, Muhammadu Nuraddin, were born from the same mother and father.’”

“‘Business was what originally took Mujahid’s father to Egypt. While there, he married Mujahid’s mother and settled down, continuing his business activities from Egypt.’”

“‘In the same way, business was also what brought Alhaji Abdulkarim to Kano, where he eventually settled.’”