Mukaddari Ne Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The doctor was walking briskly, with a speed that could not quite be called running. Behind him were two female nurses following closely, almost jogging to keep up as he seemed to be pulling farther away from them.

One of the nurses, the younger one, was holding a blood pressure monitor, while the other had a stethoscope hanging around her neck and carried a small injection box in her hands.

All of them were dressed in the white uniforms typically worn by hospital staff, except for the doctor who was wearing a suit. It looked like he had left his coat behind in his office.

A middle-aged woman was ahead of them. From her appearance alone, anyone could easily read the intense panic overwhelming her. She kept spreading her large hijab as she ran like someone being chased. It seemed she was the one who had called the doctor, because she was leading the way as if she was about to show them the room they needed to enter.

The destination was the Intensive Care Unit (ICU), and the doctor along with the two nurses followed right behind her.

In a rush, she pushed the door open, completely out of her senses, pointing for the doctor. The doctor and the nurses entered a few seconds after her.

Even without being told, the presence of a single bed in such a large room was enough to show the importance of the patient lying on it.

She was a fair-skinned woman who, judging from her appearance, would not seem older than forty. Yet the calmness that time had placed on her face revealed that she was actually around fifty. The illness and the severe emotional shock that had struck her family suddenly had made her look slightly older than she truly was.

Today marked her second day since the terrible news arrived — news so horrible that even if she had seen it in a dream, she would have denied its possibility.

It was the kind of news that reminds everyone of the power of God over His servants — a tragic reminder that destiny is blind, that it does not choose where to fall. Wherever Allah wills it to happen, it happens. For He alone has the power of Kun Fayakun over all His creation.

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At that moment when she collapsed, despite Abba’s attempt to prevent her from falling, she still hit the ground, her head striking the center table in the middle of the living room.

The entire family rushed toward her to provide first aid. But seeing the severity of her condition and realizing they could not handle it themselves, Abba immediately ordered Aliyu to bring the car so they could rush her to the hospital.

Since they arrived at the hospital and the doctors began attending to her, Abba, Umma, Salim, Aliyu, and the other children of the house — whom Umma had called to inform about their mother’s condition — had all gathered anxiously.

On Abba’s side, his relatives also began arriving after the phone calls he had made to inform them of the incident.

Before long, the hospital was almost filled with relatives. Everyone sat nervously in the waiting chairs, except for Abba who kept pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back.

Less than an hour later, Dr. Harun came out of the room.

Immediately, the relatives surrounded him with questions as if he owed them a debt. Abba even grabbed Dr. Harun by the shoulder while firing question after question.

“Doctor, is she alive? What condition is she in now? Can we see her?”

Dr. Harun, who had not yet had the chance to speak, simply looked at them with the calm smile that seemed to be his natural expression.

In a gentle voice, he said:

“Alhaji, please calm down. She is no longer in danger. However, I’m sorry — you cannot see her right now. She needs rest.”

Abba let out a deep sigh and quietly said “Alhamdulillah”, like a prayer in his heart.

Dr. Harun broke the silence again.

“Alhaji, I would like to speak with you in my office.”

“Yes, of course, no problem. We can go,” Abba replied quickly before Dr. Harun walked ahead, with Abba following behind him.

After their discussion in the doctor’s office, Dr. Harun explained that it was not advisable for so many people to remain at the hospital due to her condition and because of other patients there. The noise and crowd could disturb the sick woman further.

So Abba dismissed everyone — both his relatives and those from Baba Saminu’s side — leaving only Umma behind to take care of her.

That morning, Abba had come again to check on Mommy, but there was still no change.

After a while, he said goodbye to Umma and went back to his office, informing her that Hajiya Zuwaira, Mommy’s younger sister, would soon arrive.

About an hour after Abba left, Umma was busy gathering the flasks and cups from breakfast when she suddenly felt movement behind her.

She turned quickly.

At that moment, Mommy suddenly regained consciousness, even managing to move her fingers slightly.

Immediately, Umma rushed to her side and asked:

“Umman Sadauki, you’re awake? Can you hear me? How many fingers are these?”

She held her hand in front of Mommy’s face while asking the question.