Mansir wasn’t interested in marriage, saying he wanted to enjoy life first. Mahmud, on the other hand, was 26 years old, studying Business Administration at Bayero University Kano, in his final year.
During the wedding of his sister Sa’adatu, Mahmud met Hafsa, his maternal cousin, and they fell deeply in love. Everyone in the family knew, and it was agreed that once Mahmud finished his service year, they would marry.
As destiny would have it, after his service, Mahmud married Hafsa, and they lived together in one of his father’s houses. Their marriage was filled with love and care.
After one year of marriage, Mahmud’s sister Sa’adatu gave birth to a handsome baby boy. At the naming ceremony, the child was named after Mahmud—so they called him Sultan. This made Mahmud and Hafsa very happy and celebrated.
Though they weren’t rich, they contributed clothes and items for the baby with joy.
Nine months later, Sa’adatu got pregnant again. She became very worried because she was still nursing Sultan. When Hafsa visited, she found her crying with her husband Musa.
On asking why, Musa explained that Sa’adatu wanted to abort the pregnancy.
Shocked, Hafsa told her, “Oh Sa’adatu, please don’t do this. Don’t you see how we’re struggling with money, yet we don’t have a child? Allah blessed you, and you want to throw it away? If it’s because of Sultan, give him to me and I’ll raise him. That way you won’t be burdened.”
Musa, overjoyed, quickly packed Sultan’s belongings and handed him over to Hafsa, who carried him away.
When Mahmud came home that night and saw Hafsa with the baby, he asked in surprise, “Whose child is this?”
Smiling, Hafsa replied, “It’s Sultan.”
With eyes wide, Mahmud asked, “Where’s Sa’adatu?” Hafsa explained everything.
Mahmud was angry, saying some people don’t value Allah’s blessings and waste them.
From then, they began raising Sultan with love and care. Within two months, the child grew strong and adorable. By the time he was twelve months old, he was already walking everywher
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