Buzu Book 2 Complete Hausa Novel

Today marked the fourth day, and Sayyid was still in this state. What troubled Nana most was his lack of eating and praying; he spent his time either sleeping or sitting silently. He didn’t complain, but kept following her with his eyes. She prayed quietly to Allah for help—her mother hadn’t come to check on her, let alone know what they were going through.

By nine at night, she was sitting on the floor where she had placed her mat, watching him lying on the mattress. She lifted her hands as if to pray, reciting Suratul Mulk, Ayatul Kursiyyu, Suratul Falaq, and Suratul Nas. She rubbed her palms together, then timidly moved closer and touched his face. She pulled back, waiting to see how he would react, but he did nothing. She found a place to lie down and kept thinking quietly.

While he slept, she felt him nudging her. She opened her eyes quickly and saw him trying to lie beside her, even though the space was cramped.

“Sayyid,” she called softly.

“Yes?”

A deep relief came over her. She took his hand and asked, “What is it?”

“I couldn’t sleep. You left me alone on the mattress.”

With care and affection, she rubbed his back and said, “I saw you struggling to breathe, like you were suffocating, so I came here.”

“Ma vie.”

“Yes, my leader.”

“I’m hungry, as if I haven’t eaten at all.”

“Let me quickly cook something for you, but first, let’s wash your mouth—it’s the middle of the night.”

He tried to stand, and she held him back. He was trembling from hunger, weakness, and exhaustion.

She took him to the bathroom to wash his mouth, then brought him back to sit.

She peeled yams in the room, fetched the stove, and placed it by the door. She also brought the cooking pot and started preparing food for him.

“My life,” he said.

“Sayyid,” she whispered.

“Haven’t we skipped breakfast today?” he asked.

Nana said, “It’s the fourth day, and you’ve been sleeping. I can only thank Allah that you’re awake.” He remained silent, saying nothing. She placed the yams on the stove, prepared tea, and waited for him to drink and rest. But he didn’t wait—he picked it up himself, grabbing the food eagerly. Seeing him eat heartily made Nana happy.

After he finished, she poured water, held his hand, and helped him bathe as if he were a baby. Even he felt the relief and freshness that came over him. She helped him perform ablution, then he sat and began reciting the prayers he followed regularly.

She said, “Sayyid, don’t try to do everything at once. Take your time with the prayers.”

He just nodded. Standing had been difficult for him, so he sat down. She stayed silent, watching him, noticing the little similarities between them in some gestures.

No matter his condition, as long as his mind was not completely worn out, he never neglected his prayers. That made her feel he was truly disciplined and sincere in life.

By three-thirty, he admitted, “I can’t continue… my breathing…”

She asked, “Do you want to lie down?”

He shook his head. “I prefer to do it sitting, or even standing.”

She drew the curtain aside, noticing how he was sweating. She laid out a mat for him by the door, placed the yams nearby, and he lay down. She sat beside him, gently stroking him and reciting verses from her heart.

She felt his hand brush her robe, even though his eyes were closed. She smiled and continued. Feeling him nuzzle her, she lay her head on his chest, laughing softly. He laughed too.

“Lie close to me,” he said, motioning her near. Before she could respond, the light flickered.

Quickly, he turned and hid his face on Nana’s lap, his hair resting on the pillow. Nana covered his face with her hand.

Barira’s voice could be heard, “Please forgive me. The movement scared me, so I came to check. I’m sorry.”

Nana turned off the light and went back to the room. “Sayyid, forgive me. I know it’s uncomfortable for you; forgive me,” she whispered.

He remained silent, not moving from her lap. She stroked his hair and said, “My leader, speak to me. I’m relieved. You’ve been asleep for four days without talking. Please, don’t let anyone’s fault harm me.”

He slowly turned toward her. She said, “Yes, my life.”

“Have you stopped breastfeeding?” he asked unexpectedly.

“Yes, I have.”

“May Allah grant you a safe delivery this time.”

“Ameen. And may Allah keep you healthy to care for my two children, the older and the younger.”

He smiled. “Insha’Allah, before you deliver, if I feel well, I will work and take care of you myself.”

“May Allah grant that. But Sayyid, what about the money I saw the other day in your wardrobe? When I packed our things, I didn’t see it. We need it for medicine and to move houses.”