Kalbim Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Saleem Zadeen, who was following Mahir, couldn’t sit still because his head felt like it was spinning—he had absolutely no patience for suspense like this. He felt as if his head was about to burst.

He too was in sleepwear—a shirt and trousers—but with a hoodie jacket on top. He kept pacing back and forth, unable to lift his reddened eyes that had clearly changed.

The living-room door was suddenly pushed open, making all of them look up, and they saw Dr. Ammar Zadeen—who had, in the first place, gone back to study cardiology solely because of Jannah.

His eyes—more changed than anyone else’s—lifted as he looked at each of them, then glanced at DadZad, giving him reassurance. Then he turned and left for the room where Jannah was with the doctors. He was simply going to follow up, because he had been informed that they thought they had found a donor before he came here, which was why they had arrived ahead of him.

They sat for nearly one to two hours in bitter anxiety and heavy worry before Ammar finally came out. He entered the room, breathing hard with hot, strained breaths, and went straight to sit on the chair facing Dad. He raised his eyes and looked at him.

Dad let out a calm, cool sigh of relief, feeling his composure returning. He felt the tightness in his chest ease, because he knew that even if Jannah needed a thousand hearts, Ammar would keep searching and testing until he found one that matched—whatever the condition of it, that wasn’t their concern.

Seeing that, Mahir also released a hidden sigh of relief, then turned to look at Anny. It was as if she too had understood that something was going on; with just a look, she “told” Mimi to step out with her.

Anny also let out a breath—both relief and steadying calm—then gently held Mimi with great care and compassion and said softly,

“Mimi, let’s go check on Jannah—the doctors have come out.”

Mimi looked up at Ammar, and he nodded to her, signaling yes—they could come in. She looked at Mahir too, and he gave her an encouraging smile as if to say, In sha Allah, Jannah will get better now.

Mimi stood up, Anny followed her, and they left. Anny pulled the door closed behind them as they headed to the room where Jannah was.

As they left, Ammar exhaled again, lifted his head, and looked at DadZad who was waiting for his report. He opened his mouth and said,

“We’ve found a donor who, in every way, we’re hoping will be a match…”

DadZad cut him off, saying,

“Then what are we waiting for?”

Saleem—who couldn’t stand waiting for anything without knowing exactly what Ammar was about to say—stepped right up to him and said bluntly,

“If we’ve found the heart that will save Jan—then even if it takes all the wealth I own, I’ll pay to get that heart from wherever it is. Just make sure you secure it. Let Jan have it.”

As soon as he finished, he turned and headed to the door. He stormed out toward the room where Jannah was, pushing the door open with such force that everyone instinctively squeezed their eyes shut—except Dad, who didn’t move at all, still waiting to hear the rest of Ammar’s explanation.

And in truth, they didn’t always argue with Saleem, because of his temper, impatience, and the way he often refused to accept anyone’s opinion—sometimes he followed only his own.