Tubali Book 2 Complete Hausa Novel

Abba let out a long, heavy sigh before moving to sit on the chair beside him.

Mamy, however, still couldn’t stop her tears. Her heart refused to settle. She was terrified something worse might happen to Rayyern—especially because she knew that whenever his abdominal pain struck, it never came lightly.

Jannart, who had lowered her head, could still feel the way Rayyern had clung to her with overwhelming strength. The tightness of his grip made her waist ache. It wasn’t a playful hold—it was the desperate grip of someone searching for relief.

Ramadan and Riyyam-nsra rushed into the living room almost at the same time, both visibly shaken—especially Ramadan, who knew exactly how severe their elder brother’s pain could be when it flared up.

They hurried toward him but suddenly stopped when they saw Abba and the others seated.

Baba Maudo was crying openly. Mamy too. Jannart sat with Rayyern lying limply across her lap like a lifeless body, tears streaming down her face.

Abba rested his chin on his hand. One glance at him revealed the depth of anxiety written across his face.

That sight alone made Ramadan’s heart slam violently in his chest. Panic spread through his entire body. For a moment, they both assumed the worst—that Rayyern had passed away.

Overcome with shock, weakness, and fear, Riyyam-nsra let out a broken cry. He sank to the floor and bent over Rayyern’s feet, his voice trembling as he spoke through tears.

“Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un… Mammy, will death stop me from fulfilling your wish? Oh Allah… Mammy, if only you were here to see what your bloodline is going through. Mammy, wallahi it’s him… it’s them…”

The rest of the family, consumed by their own fear, could barely comprehend what Riyyam-nsra was saying. They couldn’t even hear him clearly.

Rayyern himself, drifting in and out of consciousness, faintly heard the boy’s crying and fragments of his words. Though he couldn’t fully understand them, he caught pieces—but he wasn’t in the state of mind to process anything.

Dr. Sulaiman moved closer to Riyyam-nsra, pulled him gently into his arms, and seated him beside him.

“Riyyam-nsra, stop crying. He hasn’t died. The pain is subsiding now. Look—even your father has calmed down.”

Only then did Ramadan release a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. It felt like a heavy stone had been lifted off his chest.

Still sobbing, Riyyam-nsra asked,

“Yah Sulaiman… are you serious? My Rayyern… he’s breathing?”

Dr. Sulaiman nodded quickly.

“Yes. He’s breathing. In a few minutes, insha Allah, he’ll wake up.”

Everyone exhaled in relief.

Mamy finally managed to steady her tears. But Baba Maudo’s tears continued flowing. And seeing him cry shattered Jannart even more. There was a soft, fragile part of her heart that could never bear the tears of elders—it always broke her.

When the atmosphere calmed slightly, Dr. Sulaiman cleared his throat gently and began explaining.

“It hasn’t even been thirty minutes since it started. I noticed because he began sweating heavily. We were in a meeting with the other doctors, discussing a course we plan to send some of them to attend in Moscow.

When I realized his abdominal pain was about to flare up, I suggested we end the meeting, but he refused to allow it. Before we could finish, the pain intensified.”

Everyone listened intently.

“Insha Allah, he’ll feel better. As soon as we left the meeting, I administered an injection. But by then the pain had fully struck—that’s why he struggled. Alhamdulillah, within fifty minutes the injection should take effect. I believe it has already started working. That’s why he’s quieter now and his body has stopped trembling.”

Ramadan and Abba nodded in understanding. They were used to these explanations from doctors. All they wanted was Rayyern’s relief.

Baba Maudo, who had been sitting quietly, gently stroked Rayyern’s head down to his neck. Then he stood up, wiping his tears.

“Alhamdulillah. May Allah grant him complete healing. May it be purification for his body. May Allah lighten his burdens.”

He finished speaking and began walking toward the exit.

Riyyam-nsra and Ramadan followed him with their eyes, their gazes filled with deep, unspoken love.

Abba and Mamy exhaled together.

“Ameen, ya Allah, Baba Maudo.”

As Baba Maudo stepped outside, Ari and Hadi approached him respectfully and asked in unison,

“How is he now?”

He replied softly…