Abban Sojoji Takun Karshe Complete Hausa Novel

Immediately, the ringing of the phone jolted Aunt Babba, who was sleeping on her bed. At that moment, she couldn’t even move her fingers because of the deep sleep in her eyes. She made a grimace, clearly annoyed.

Ishaq, standing in front of the mirror, adjusting his appearance, slightly cleared his throat and said, “Madam, please wake up and answer that call! It seems important; it’s been ringing for a while now.”

Aunt Babba let out a frustrated sigh and struggled to sit up. She was wearing a sleeping dress—purple top and trousers. Her face looked pale, as if she had been startled awake. She reached for the phone on the bedside drawer. Seeing the name “Hayaam” on the screen, she frowned even more, picked up the call, and held it to her ear. With an annoyed tone, she said, “Why are you calling me so early! Did you call just to finish showing me your shamelessness for your father?”

On the other hand, Hayaam said, “Aunty Laila, I haven’t forgotten what happened between us…”

Before Hayaam could finish, Aunt Babba interrupted sharply: “If you think I’ve forgotten, I haven’t. Tell me immediately why you’re calling me. Otherwise, I’ll hang up.”

Ishaq watched her closely, thinking to himself, “She insults like a wicked girl, without shame. She keeps acting up; thank God I met Guyaba.”

Hayaam, worried, softened her voice and said, “Aunty Laila, we’re in trouble—serious trouble. Everything we planned has now backfired.”

Hearing that, Aunt Babba almost fainted, muttering under her breath: “Hayaam, what happened? What kind of problem are you talking about?”

Hayaam replied, “Aunty Laila, it turns out the girl working in their house is Uncle Abusufyan’s daughter!”

Hearing this, Aunt Babba was utterly shocked, almost jumping up: “What nonsense! When did Abusufyan even marry? That’s a lie! Some petty person must have told you that. What a big liar!”

Ishaq’s full attention returned to her as he listened to what she was saying. “Which Abusufyan are you talking about?”

Aunt Babba, terrified, widened her eyes as she stared at him, forgetting he was in the room. Completely confused, she tried to leave, heading toward the toilet. Ishaq called after her, “Don’t go to the toilet with the phone to your ear.”

Startled, she turned and went toward the wardrobe instead, clearly confused and forgetting the way out. Ishaq watched her, amazed by her clumsiness, thinking, Is she okay?

She bumped her forehead against the wardrobe before realizing where she had reached. Frustrated, she continued on her way out of the room, going downstairs toward the old store where she had once locked Hosana in. She stopped in the corridor to listen to Hayaam.

“Aunty Laila, it’s true. I’m telling the truth. I heard everything when their uncle was scolding Junaid. And Aunty Azmee confirmed it herself. The most shocking part is that the children are triplets—and they’re all girls, all very beautiful, identical. You can see it—they’re his children.”

Aunt Babba placed one hand on her forehead and held the phone to her ear with the other.

“Hayaam, I will never believe this story. How could this happen? A man who has never married supposedly has three children? It’s impossible! I won’t believe your words. You know it’s wrong to frighten a Muslim. Stop joking!”

Annoyed, Hayaam hung up the phone. She burst into tears, her grief choking her, her heart aching, her body feeling tense. Aunt Babba watched her with wide eyes. She sighed and shook her head, thinking, She lied just to scare me into calming down. Silly girl.

“Mommy, you’re awake,” Hafsat’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

She turned to look at Hafsat, standing there with a smile. She was wearing a jeans top and trousers, with a ribbon tied around her hair, holding a cup of steaming tea, occasionally sipping it.

Seeing Hafsat smile, Aunt Babba sensed something was wrong—Hafsat rarely smiled in the mornings. She frowned and asked, “Are you okay? I see you smiling.”

“I’m fine, Mommy. Something happy happened. I know if you hear it, you’ll be very happy too.”

Aunt Babba, curious, said, “Tell me, daughter. I really want to hear this happy news. Did you get a raise or a promotion at work?”

Hafsat laughed, shaking her head: “Mommy, none of that. This news is better than all that. But finish your tea before I tell you.”

Aunt Babba took the cup, sipped the tea slowly, about three times, before pausing and saying, “Daughter, please tell me what this happy news is! I really want to hear it.”

“I will tell you, Mommy, but let’s go inside the parlour to sit down.”

“No, just tell me now! You’re teasing me,” Aunt Babba said, frowning.

Hafsat said, “Not long ago, I called Aunty Azmee to greet her, and she told me that Uncle Abusufyan’s children have appeared!”

As she finished, Aunt Babba, startled, dropped her cup, shattering it and spilling the tea on the floor. Hafsat stepped back, worried: “Mommy, are you trying to burn my feet, just from saying happy news?”

Aunt Babba, annoyed, said, “Just admit it, it’s a lie. I will never trust your words, just like Hayaam’s. Liars!” She stormed off as if she might fly, frustrated. Hafsat watched her go upstairs, sticking out her tongue and waving her hands: “I don’t care! I’m happy! I can’t wait to ask Daddy when we’re going to their house because I’m dying to see Uncle Abusufyan’s children. I’ve already seen them and I love them so much! When I go, I’ll bring gifts for them too.”

Hafsat was extremely happy, clutching the broken cup.

When Aunt Babba reached her bedroom, just as she was about to step in, she heard Ishaq’s voice saying: “Alhamdulillah! Alhamdulillah! Alhamdulillah! Abba, I’m so happy! Why wasn’t I told yesterday? I could have congratulated you properly since the early morning. But I rejoice with Uncle for seeing his children, and I rejoice with us for having three children in our family. I can hardly contain my excitement. I just wanted to come and see our three children, God willing.”

Abba replied: “You’ll have to be careful with the children—they are beautiful girls, just like Abusufyan. They look exactly like him.”

Ishaq smiled: “Abba, before I arrived, please convey my greetings to them. Tell them General Ishaq greets them warmly, and he will make a special visit.”

“Insha Allah, I will inform them immediately. May God keep you safe.”

“Ameen, Abbana.”