Description For MAI SONA Hausa Novels Complete Document 

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            She sat quietly, gazing at the bright full moon that illuminated everything around. She was admiring the beauty of the sky, which greatly eased her loneliness. A gentle breeze blew by, and she slowly closed her eyes, feeling a strange joy. But alas! The absence of her beloved at her side was the greatest pain she felt at that moment. Softly, she muttered, “Oh God, I wonder if the one who loves me is still alive? And if he is, he’s surely married by now, living with his wife and has probably forgotten all about me.”

            A single tear rolled down her cheek just as someone gently touched her shoulder. She turned around in slight fright and saw the old woman who lived with her, sitting beside her with a smile.

          “My child, be patient and keep praying. One day, God might reunite you with your beloved—if it's destined.”

She rested her head on the old woman’s shoulder and cried. The old woman comforted her until she stopped crying. Then, she began sharing stories of their past and slowly forgot her sorrow.

         In the morning, she woke up and cleaned the entire house until it was spotless. After that, she took a bath and came out into the living room, where she met her father. She respectfully sat on the floor and greeted him, and he responded warmly with a cheerful smile.

          “My daughter, when are you going back to school?”

“Abba, we’re going for IT (industrial training), not back to regular school.”

“Alright, may God guide and help you.”

          “Ameen, thank you.”

After that, she went to her room, dressed up nicely in a colorful atamfa fabric, and sprayed on perfume. I took a moment to admire her—tall but not excessively so, just the right height for her body. She was elegant, with a nicely shaped figure, a long nose, small lips, striking eyelashes, and a noticeable dimple. Her beauty was genuine and complete. She put on her hijab and came out again. Her father was still chatting with the old woman. She passed them and went into another part of the house.

             Just then, a beautiful woman carrying a tea flask came out of the kitchen.

          “Good morning, Umma.”

“Morning. How was your night? How is your grandma?”

“Alhamdulillah, all is well.”

              The woman walked into the living room, and she followed her saying, “Umma, is there anything I can help you with?”

          “No, I’m done already.”

She fell silent. A young lady came out of one of the bedrooms holding a cup of water and a toothbrush with toothpaste.

             “Good morning, Aunty Maryam,” she greeted.

Maryam didn’t respond. She just walked past her and went outside to brush her teeth. When she returned to the living room, she glared at her and said:

            “I don’t know what kind of person you are… roaming the house in a hijab? Honestly, Umma and Islamic school is all they should have sent you to. Abba should stop wasting his money on you—you don’t even look like someone in a university.”

           “Hmph, your father is the one encouraging her,” Umma said. “I don’t even recognize Ruhaimat as one of my own children anymore.”

         Ruhaimat kept her head down, quietly listening. It wasn’t the first time. Then Maryam added:

        “It’s just plain backwardness to talk to someone who hasn’t even brushed their teeth.”

        Suddenly, they heard Abba’s voice:

“Easy there, Miss City Girl… Maryam, be careful! I keep telling you all to stop picking on her, but you never listen. Fear God and change your attitude.”

            He turned to Umma and added, “And you… may God guide you. I’ve never seen a mother-in-law who treats her stepdaughter like this.”

          Umma replied, “Hold on, Alhaji. I don’t hate her. I’m just trying to bring her to the right path. She’s in the dark, and it’s all your fault. You chose to name her after your own mother instead of mine, just out of selfishness.”

             He smiled and said, “May God guide you, Halima. Come, my daughter, let’s go eat.”

She quietly got up and followed her father. Umma and Maryam glared at her as she left.

Background of the Story:

            Alhaji Abubakar Hammawa is the youngest of three siblings. The eldest is Alhaji Ahmadu, a government worker in Kano with two wives and eight children. Then there’s Hajiya Maryam, a senior nurse at FMC Yola, with four kids. Abubakar, the youngest, is a businessman. They hail from Jada in Adamawa State.

Their father has passed on, and their mother, Hajiya Aishatu (Hajja Dada), is still alive. Abubakar married Halima from their hometown, and they were blessed with six children: Mohammed (Hamma), Ahmadu (Tijjani), Zainab, Yusuf, Maryam, and the youngest, Aisha (Ruhaimat).

Halima wanted to name their last daughter after her own mother, but Abubakar insisted on naming her after his, which created tension between Halima and both the child and her in-laws.

Mohammed is a banker in Kano and married his cousin. Ahmadu, a graduate turned businessman, works with their father and has two kids. Zainab is married and living in Yola; her husband is a lawyer. Yusuf just finished his studies and is doing his NYSC in Jada. Maryam is in her fourth year at Modibbo Adama University of Technology, Yola. Ruhaimat is a third-year biochemistry student at Adamawa State University and is about to begin her IT.

Continuing the Story:

After breakfast with her father, she tidied up the living room and went to visit Hajja Dada.

“You’re back, my namesake,” the old woman said.

“Yes, I am.”

“Have you eaten? I saved food for you. That rude Maryam brought it, but when I asked where you were, she wouldn’t answer.”

“Hmph, Aunty Maryam needs to calm down.”

“I wonder which man would want to marry someone with such an attitude.”

Ruhaimat laughed. Just then, her phone rang. The screen displayed “My Beloved.” She picked up with a smile.

“Oh my love, I missed you!”

“Ruhi! Two whole days and not even a flash?”

“Sorry, you know when I’m with Grandma, I can’t really use my phone.”

“So you’re going to forget everyone—including the one who loves you?”

“God forbid! If I forget you, then I’ve forgotten how to breathe.”

“Hmm… Ruhi, you're still holding on to someone whose fate you don’t even know—whether he’s alive or dead.”

“Insha Allah, he’s alive. I feel deep in my soul that we’ll meet again soon.”

“Well, Juliet… may God bring him back to you.”

“Ameen, thank you.”

They continued their conversation until it was time to hang up.