Tmw Book 3 Complete Hausa Novel

She kept encouraging me to stop worrying. She even joked with me, saying that I was carrying their baby, so I shouldn’t do anything that might harm it. That even made me laugh.

Sajida, however, got out of the car because she couldn’t stay any longer. To her it seemed as if Surayya’s ears were blocked, since she kept listening to me and even seemed to be supporting me.

After they left, I returned to the living room and sat down on a chair. I burst into tears. On one hand, whenever I looked at Surayya, I felt some comfort. But on the other hand, whenever I remembered people like Sajida, I felt weak.

I was in deep trouble. Where would I go if Assadiq divorced me? I was certain my life would become even more miserable than before if that happened.

Meanwhile, Surayya and Sajida were on their way back to Gusau. The family driver was in the front driving, while they sat in the back seat.

Surayya hadn’t even told her husband the truth. She only said that Umma had sent her on an errand and that Sajida was accompanying her.

Both of them remained silent, each lost in their own thoughts.

Surayya’s thoughts were deep and different from everyone else’s. Her only worry was how Umma and Abba would receive the news—especially Innani, because she knew that would be a huge challenge. It would be even worse if they heard Hasiya’s story. She could already imagine them rejecting her when they learned she was a widow, and then there was also the issue of Sultana—she didn’t know how they would react to that either.

She believed Abba was a gentle and understanding person, but Umma was the one she feared most, because it wasn’t certain she would accept what she heard or even what she saw.

Sadiq had made a serious mistake, and he had to be made to realize how wrong he was. Now everything was becoming clearer to her bit by bit. She remembered how people had struggled with him over Sultana’s marriage back then—now she understood he must have had his own reasons.

She had always suspected that something about that issue had been distracting Assadiq. She even called Tahir and asked him about it, but he lied to her too.

She was surprised at how clever Sadiq had been—he secretly married a woman and even rented a house where they lived together all this time without anyone knowing. It was something almost unbelievable.

At the same time, she felt deep sympathy for Hasiya. It wasn’t her fault, yet she had found herself in a very difficult life because of it. Sadiq had also deceived her. But the heart of a woman is naturally soft, and between husband and wife only Allah truly knows what happens.

Even if Hasiya had once tried to prevent herself from having children, Sadiq still betrayed her. Yet regardless of everything, Allah had allowed their marriage to happen, and now it was clear that there was a child growing between them.

Surayya’s thoughts kept circling around how she would tell Umma and Abba this story.

She wasn’t trying to help Sadiq—she was thinking about Hasiya, whom she deeply pitied. Hasiya was in a situation where she desperately needed help. As for Sadiq, he would face the consequences of his actions. If he had stirred the water himself, he would have to drink it.

Her determination was to ensure that justice was done for Hasiya, especially because she was carrying Sadiq’s child.

But Sadiq would still have to face punishment for what he had done. He needed to understand that he wasn’t as clever as he thought. She would never defend him. It would be better for him to realize his mistake now so he wouldn’t repeat such behavior again in the future.

Meanwhile, Sajida had already made up her mind about what she would do. She was planning how to incite Umma and Innani. God willing, she thought, this dark disaster would never be allowed to remain within their family lineage.

In her heart she cursed Sadiq endlessly. She couldn’t understand what he saw in that girl. To her, the girl was extremely pale, almost sickly looking.

She had already planned what she would say to Sultana. She would make sure Sultana heard the story and would provoke her to refuse to stay with Sadiq unless he divorced that “disaster.”

Surayya, as if she could read Sajida’s thoughts, turned to her and said:

“Sajida, I don’t want anyone to hear about our trip to Zaria. Only Saddiqa will know, because she already knows the matter. But as for Hasiya’s past life, don’t repeat the lies people say about her—not even at home to Umma. Even I don’t believe those things. It’s enough if they only know that Sadiq married her as a widow.”

If you want, I can also polish this into a smooth storytelling English version suitable for YouTube storytelling or audiobook narration—which could be very useful for your Hausa novels audio project you mentioned earlier.