Nakasa Ba Kasawa Ba Ce Book 2 Complete Hausa Novel

Nakasa Ba Kasawa Ba Ce Book 2 Complete Hausa Novel continues with a powerful family crisis filled with fear, tears, sacrifice, anger, regret, and destiny. In this emotional English translation, Zaleeha’s refusal, Baba Malam’s pain, and the family’s desperate pleading lead to a turning point that changes everything.

A Terrifying Moment

In deep fear and shock, Maryam squeezed her eyes shut with painful force and said:

“Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un. Zaleeha, are you trying to kill yourself? Have you lost your mind?”

Suddenly, the whole sitting room fell into chaos because Zahira began screaming, jumping and shouting:

“That is it! At least everyone will rest now.”

Aunty Lubna and Ziyada held each other tightly and shut their eyes after seeing the way Zaleeha had taken the knife and cut her wrist. She screamed in a frightening way as blood began flowing down and dripping to the floor.

In extreme fear, shock, and confusion, Ya Ahmad quickly moved toward her and snatched the knife from her hand before she could raise it toward the vein of her throat.

The screams of Mama, her elder sister Ruda, and Zahira filled the whole house.

Mamy, Aunty Lubna, and Ziyada were also crying in fear after seeing that Zaleeha was ready to take her own life.

Zaleeha herself was still screaming, jumping and shouting:

“By Allah, I will kill myself! It is better for me to die so everyone can rest. When I die, they should divide my body into two and take it to the two of them. Each person should be given one half.”

Ya Ahmad kept trying to hold the hand she had cut because blood was flowing heavily, showing that the cut was deep.

Baba Malam’s Heartbreak

As for Baba Malam, from the moment he saw her cut herself, he turned away and left the place. He walked unsteadily as dizziness pulled at him because of the terrible shock and anger he felt.

Right before his eyes, inside his own house, his daughter was proudly shouting that she would kill herself because of the same husband she had once asked to send his parents.

Everything became dark before his eyes. A terrible darkness covered his vision. He kept mentioning the name of Allah.

Was it really him, Malam Bashir Sulaiman Dukku, who would witness a death by suicide inside his own house, committed by his own daughter?

Indeed, the Fulani people had spoken the truth when they said that whoever marries into the wild should know that one day, they may give birth to a fierce creature.

With his body trembling, he sat heavily on the edge of his bed and placed both hands on his head. Then he continued speaking inside his heart.

Yes, today he had seen it clearly. It was not without reason that some Fulani people were strict about tribe and family background when it came to marriage. Today, he had seen the harm and poison of mixing bloodlines without caution.

Everyone knew that what his daughter Zaleeha was threatening to do was an act rejected by Islam. Killing oneself was a forbidden act, a habit of people without faith, patience, or trust in Allah; people who did not truly believe in Allah, His Messenger, or destiny, whether good or bad.

A painful cry escaped from the dignified old man’s heart, a cry that seemed to choke his breath.

He stood up in deep tears and took a small bag. He placed a Qur’an and some books inside it. Then he added his ATM card and prayer beads before picking up his car key.

Slowly, he headed back into the house, where the shouting and chaos were growing worse.

His heart beat heavily and fearfully.

Had she killed herself?

When he arrived, he found all of them standing in the courtyard while Zaleeha was dragging out the suitcases brought by Abdussalam’s relatives and throwing them into the open compound.

She had scattered everything and turned the place upside down. She looked completely out of control, almost like someone touched by spirits.

Ya Ahmad kept trying to hold her, but she kept struggling. Her hair was scattered and rough. She looked like a madwoman.

She pulled out one huge suitcase, the kind even men would struggle to drag, and pushed it outside.

Ahmad quickly rushed forward in fear and confusion, catching her and holding her bleeding hand.

“By Allah, there are spirits inside her,” he said. “They are the ones making her do all these things.”

The Children Beg Their Father

He quickly released her hand and looked toward Ziyada, who had run toward their father.

When she reached Baba Malam, she knelt before him and raised both hands in distress. She began crying loudly and said:

“For Allah’s sake, Baba Malam, please be patient. Do not leave. If you leave us, what will we do? For Allah’s sake, my father, be patient. By Allah, it is better that you chase Zaleeha away since she will not obey you.”

Then she lowered her head to his feet, pleading for mercy.

Maryam also ran to him and knelt before him, her voice shaking.

“Oh Allah, Ya Ahmad, leave Zaleeha alone. Can’t you see she will kill our father with grief?”

Then she moved closer to Baba Malam and began pleading in tears.

Ahmad had completely forgotten about Zaleeha and her problem. He came to the middle of his younger sisters, and they all knelt before their father, crying in a way that could shake any heart.

Zaleeha, however, was not in her senses enough to understand the danger of what she was doing. The charm her mother had done for her had affected her calmness. Her only aim was to frighten everyone so that the marriage matter would be cancelled.

Baba Malam closed his eyes when he saw Mamy moving toward him in tears.

She said:

“Do not let the fault of one person affect all of us. If you leave, what will I do with my life? Where will I go? What do I have left in this house? The only son Allah gave me is not even here. I am living in this house because of you, your honor, and our marriage. I have not offended you. Maryam has not offended you. Ziyada, Habu, and Zakiriyya have not offended you either. So why will you distance yourself from us because of a sin we did not commit?”

She finished speaking and knelt beside him. Then she held his hand, her voice trembling.

“Wherever you go, you must take us with you. But if their sin has affected us, then by Allah, if you leave this house, I will also leave.”

Mamy’s words shook Maryam and the others even more. They burst into fresh tears.

Meanwhile, Mama, Ruda, and Zaleeha kept shouting that grief had driven Zaleeha mad.

Habu Returns Home

From the gate, Habu heard the shouting and confusion inside their house.

He did not even finish parking properly before he jumped out of the car and ran into the house. His whole body was shaking.

He suddenly stopped and opened his eyes wide. The crying and pleading of Maryam and the others made him understand what was happening.

His heart began boiling with anger and rage.

He turned like someone who had lost his mind.

Zaleeha had just dragged out another suitcase and thrown it directly in front of Habu. Then she turned toward the sitting room, intending to bring out another one.

She let out a terrified cry when Ya Habu landed a heavy punch in the middle of her back. She staggered and nearly fell to the ground.

Before she could recover from the shock of that punch, he used his leg to stop her from falling, then punched her chest so hard that she made a choking sound.

Before she could stand properly, he kicked her and she fell to the ground. She hit the sitting room door and bounced forward, then backward.

He pulled the belt from his waist, turned it to the side with the metal buckle, and began whipping her as if he had been sent by Allah.

Zaleeha screamed and rolled on the ground like a snake, crying:

“Ya Ahmad, Ya Habu will kill me! My forehead has broken! My waist has broken! Oh Allah, I am dead! I am ruined!”

But Habu kept following her, mixing punches, kicks, and lashes while speaking breathlessly with the heat of anger burning in his heart.

“Wicked girl. Useless cursed girl on earth. Scream properly. Say it loudly. I will kill you before you kill our father with grief. I will kill you, even if it means reducing the number of evil people in this family. Wicked girl with the heart of pagans on the mountains. Wicked girl who inherited a black heart.”

Ahmad, Maryam, Mamy, and Ziyada were too busy pleading with Baba Malam to notice Zaleeha enough to save her from the beating Habu was giving her.

Mama Intervenes

When it seemed Habu might truly kill her, Mama jumped between them. She pushed Habu back with force and shouted:

“Are you the son of your father with a pure heart? I said, are you the one with a pure heart? Since you are saying she inherited a black heart, where did she inherit it from?”

Habu lowered himself toward Zaleeha, grabbed her neck, and strangled her forcefully. Then he looked at Mama and said:

“Yes, I also have a black heart. If she kills our father, it is better I kill her. And where else would we inherit that black heart from if not from your dark-hearted pagan parents who worship idols?”

Aunty Lubna gathered courage and held Habu’s hand, trying to save Zaleeha, who was already struggling for life. Her eyes had bulged outward.

Then Habu heard Baba Malam’s voice.

“Abubakar, return to your senses. Killing is against the religion of Islam.”

Those words captured his heart. He pushed Zaleeha away, then came and knelt before their father weakly.

“For Allah’s sake and by the honor of the Messenger of mercy, Baba Malam, please forgive us. Please protect our dignity. Do not distance yourself from us.”

Zaleeha, meanwhile, began coughing painfully after Habu released her neck. She coughed and cried at the same time.

Aunty Lubna held her, and they continued crying together.

Ruda had slipped away from the house from the moment Habu arrived because she feared him.

As for Mama, she began gathering the suitcases that Abdussalam’s family had brought and returning them to her sitting room.

Baba Malam Still Wants To Leave

Baba Malam shook his head and tried to move past them so he could leave.

When they saw that, their fear increased a hundred times.

Maryam placed her head on the floor and cried:

“Woe is me! Woe to my life, because I do not have the chance to wipe my father’s tears. Today, if I were not married, by Allah, I would wipe away your tears, Baba Malam. Even if Saifuddeen were deaf, blind, crippled, or affected by leprosy, as long as it would make you happy, I would stay with him. I wish a person could split into two. By Allah, I would divide myself into two.”

Ziyada also cried and held Baba Malam’s hand weakly.

“Baba, do not leave us. If he loves me, I will marry him.”

They were all confused and crying. Even Habu was crying, not to mention Maryam and Ahmad, whose hearts were soft.

Zaleeha Accepts The Marriage

Ahmad smiled painfully while his tears were still flowing. He nodded as he watched Zaleeha crawling like a small child.

Slowly, she reached Baba Malam and joined her hands together in a pleading manner. Her voice trembled, her body shook, and her breath was going out more than it was coming in.

In a hoarse, weakened voice, she said:

“I have accepted, Baba Malam. I agree to the marriage. Marry me to Saifuddeen. I have accepted. Forgive me, my father. Pardon me and protect my dignity. Do not let me perish because of your anger. I have accepted the marriage. I agree.”

Maryam and Ziyada quickly embraced her.

Ahmad and Habu also held each other.

Mamy took Baba Malam’s hand and led him toward his side of the house. He followed her without argument. Ahmad and Habu followed behind them.

Aunty Lubna held Zaleeha’s hand and led her toward Mamy’s side, while Ziyada and Maryam followed behind them.

Zahira quickly followed Mama.

A Turning Point

The whole house had been shaken by fear, pain, anger, and tears. What began as resistance had become a storm that nearly destroyed the peace of the family.

Baba Malam’s pain had touched everyone. His children had seen how deeply their actions could wound him. Zaleeha, who had fought fiercely against the marriage, had finally broken down and accepted the decision.

But the acceptance did not come from peace. It came after shouting, blood, fear, violence, pleading, and the terror of losing their father’s love.

Now, the path toward her marriage to Saifuddeen had opened.

Yet the question remained: would Zaleeha truly accept Saifuddeen with her heart, or had she only surrendered because she feared Baba Malam’s anger?

The story of Nakasa Ba Kasawa Ba Ce Book 2 continues with sacrifice, family honor, faith, and the heavy test of accepting destiny.