WATA UWA 1 COMPLETE HAUSA NOVELS .txt

<p>"Is he your friend, Alhaji?" Umma, who wanted to provoke Momma further, asked.</p><p>"Did I give you permission to speak?" Momma snapped, satisfied that her plan had worked—her intention was to irritate Hajiya Baturiya.</p><p>"This girl is really pushing me; she's giving me a reason to speak. So, now, maybe even an old man has been chosen for her," Momma thought to herself.</p><p>Despite her own predicament, HEEDAYA felt sympathy for Aunty RABEEYA. However, she was relieved to hear that the gathering was not about her—her own time would come later.</p><p>“RABEEYA, I have chosen your elder brother ABDULHAKEEM as the man you will marry and spend your life with!”</p><p>As soon as Abba made this declaration, everyone except Na'eema, Abba, Ihsan, and Mubashshar felt their hearts skip a beat—especially HEEDAYA, who felt her entire world tilt. She didn't even realize when she stood up, but, gathering her composure, she sat back down, feeling as though her heart was about to burst from her chest.</p><p>Momma, on the other hand, felt relieved. At least her daughter wouldn't be marrying an old man. Plus, she was marrying the son of her dear friend, Hajiya Fati—a young man who was handsome, respectable, and well-mannered. It would be hard for any woman to refuse him.</p><p>But Umma? Umma was beyond furious. She felt as if this was a deliberate attack against her. Were they trying to pay her back or humiliate her? She was sure there was a conspiracy at play—one orchestrated by Hajiya Baturiya and Hajiya Fati, whose bond had only grown stronger over time.</p><p>Aunty RABEEYA, however, was caught in a whirlwind of emotions. Was she happy? Or was she upset? She knew deep down that if she claimed she couldn't love her brother ABDUL in marriage, she would be lying. She could never reject Ya ABDUL—he was a noble man with all the qualities of a good husband. But would he accept her as his wife? Would he treat her well? Would he ever remind her that she was only marrying him because she had no other suitor? These thoughts swirled in her mind.</p><p>Slowly, she lifted her eyes to see her mother’s reaction. Momma was smiling warmly, radiating joy, and this gave RABEEYA some comfort. But when she glanced at Umma, she saw nothing but resentment and hatred in her eyes. Turning to Na'eema, she noticed her nodding approvingly, enjoying Abba’s decision.</p><p>"I accept, Abba," she said, her voice shaky and her heart pounding.</p><p>Even though she knew Abba’s decision was final, whether she accepted it or not, she still felt the need to voice her agreement—staying silent might be seen as rejecting the decision.</p><p>Then, she glanced at HEEDAYA and was met with a shocking sight—tears streaming down HEEDAYA’s face. She was stunned and confused.</p><p>"Why is HEEDAYA crying? Does she think I would refuse Ya ABDUL, and that’s why she’s shedding tears of sympathy?" she wondered.</p><p>Reaching out, she gently took HEEDAYA’s hand, deeply moved by her tears. But when HEEDAYA quickly withdrew her hand, the rejection stung RABEEYA more than she could put into words.</p><p>Yet, she never once suspected that HEEDAYA was in love with Ya ABDUL. If HEEDAYA loved him, she would have been the first to know—so what was wrong? Had Umma spoken to HEEDAYA privately and told her to distance herself?</p><p>"May Allah bless your union and make your partner a righteous one who will stay with you until death parts you. Your father and I have decided that your wedding will take place in four weeks!" Abba announced.</p><p>"May Allah make it a blessed union," Momma said, her voice full of excitement.</p><p>Abba turned his eyes to Umma, waiting for her response. She forced herself to say, "May Allah grant goodness," but her heart was bitter.</p><p>Now she knew—it was over. They had successfully outmaneuvered her. This was a planned conspiracy to strengthen the bond between her rival and her so-called friend. She regretted ever taking Hajiya Fati lightly in the past, but now, the lesson had been taught, and she had learned it well.</p><p>Dinner resumed, but HEEDAYA barely touched her food, merely playing with her spoon. Aunty RABEEYA was equally unable to eat—her mind was still struggling to process everything, especially HEEDAYA’s distress. It wasn’t even about hunger, as they had eaten at HEEDAYA’s party earlier.</p><p> </p><p> </p>