MIKIYA Book 2 Complete Hausa Novel

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<p>Here’s the translation:</p>
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<p>Whenever God decrees the existence of human beings on Earth, whether they accept it or not, there are countless destinies that flow through both their physical and spiritual selves. Inuwa (shadow) is something that the Almighty decrees to accompany every being, whether living or inanimate. She follows us everywhere, and if one pays attention, they'll notice. Destiny—a word with two branches: either good or its opposite. Destiny is a twin companion of one’s shadow; no one can escape the abundance of their destinies. No matter how fast one runs, they cannot outrun the fate that God has ordained. This realization made me understand the Hausa proverb: "<em>Since the beginning of the plan, the design has been in place</em>," just as one places a calabash in its rightful place.</p>
<p>Here I am, now a married woman who will carry this title until my last breath. This deep journey has led me to a strange neighborhood, one I couldn’t recognize. I was genuinely crying by that time. The cars’ stops confirmed that we had arrived at Salman’s house, but I couldn’t call it my home. Hajia Umma placed her hand on my shoulder and said,<br>"Step out with your right foot and say ‘Bismillah,’ Maryam."<br>Hot tears washed over my eyes once more, solidifying the realization of my new reality. In my heart, I cried out, "Oh, my life!" while a heavy weight from the depths of my soul pressed down. I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt my hand pulled.<br>Gwaggo’s voice boomed, chastising me for delaying. She wondered whether I was just enjoying the fancy car too much to get out. It wasn't about the car; I was crying out of pity for myself—mourning the new chapter that destiny had opened for me.</p>
<p>That dignified woman from earlier held my hand, shielding me from Gwaggo’s tirades, and said,<br>"Let's go to your forever home, by God’s grace."<br>I followed her into the large gate of Salman’s house. As we entered, I tried to wipe away the tears that kept streaming down my face. Even as I took in the glow of the house, I was unmoved; the marriage was not settling in. Only Anne's words haunted my mind—what did her words mean?</p>
<p>My thoughts halted when we reached the entryway to the living room, where we were greeted by the voices of many people, each offering comments on the house. They sat me beside Salman’s supposed grandmother, which caught me off guard because Salman had once told me he didn’t know his grandmother and had only seen her in a photo.</p>
<p>This elderly woman, who welcomed us warmly, exchanged respectful greetings with Hajia Umma. Then I felt my hand grasped, and I lifted my head to see who it was. As I looked up, a face from my past—one that I had long forgotten—stared back at me.</p>
<p>She gently held my head and, with a kind smile, said, "Masha Allah for your presence in my lineage, Maryam." She then began to bless me, while the others in my bridal party had dispersed throughout the house, assuring me that I wouldn’t be staying here.</p>
<p>Then, I overheard this elderly woman making a call, saying that her jet would depart tomorrow, Insha Allah. I began to wonder, “Aren't Salman’s family members in Lagos?” My curiosity deepened as I recalled that everyone knew Isa Manu in Lagos. But I had no one to answer my questions. My thoughts were interrupted again as Hajia Umma and the others came to bid me farewell, and they wished for me to find peace in my new home.</p>
<p>After the guests left, I was led to a room where I would spend the night, though my entire body felt weak. I entered the bathroom to wash up, feeling an intense heat that needed cooling. I spent a good thirty minutes in there before coming out wrapped in my towel. Since I had no other clothes, I put on my earlier outfit. To my surprise, I found a thick nightgown and some hot milk placed by my bed.</p>
<p>I offered my evening prayers, thanked Allah, and ate a little of the food placed there. Then I lay down, hoping to find sleep amid a mix of exhaustion, nervousness, and uncertainty about this new life destiny had thrust upon me. A new beginning awaited me, one that only time would reveal, but for now, sleep claimed me, with traces of tears on my face.<br><br></p>
<p><strong><em>KUWAIT</em></strong></p>
<p><strong>AK</strong></p>
<p>He was walking slowly as if he wouldn't step on the ground, like someone afraid of it. He headed straight for his main section, dressed in a black T-shirt and black jeans. As he walked by the guards standing in place, they stayed calm and respectful, giving him a sense of reverence. None dared look directly at him, and only those at his back acknowledged him as he passed. When he reached the door, they stood firmly by it, securing it. Moving through the grand hall, he headed straight to his bedroom. Just as he was about to pick up his phone, it started vibrating. Seeing who was calling, he sighed, "Mttsssss," before picking up and putting the phone to his ear.</p>
<p>He stayed silent until Sultan Suraj on the other end finally spoke, asking in Arabic, "Gaga, are you well?" He responded, "If I weren't, wouldn't I be bleeding?" He muttered this under his breath, as he found the old man’s constant insistence a bit overbearing. Then Sultan Suraj issued an order: "Prepare to come to Nigeria and marry the woman I've chosen for you."</p>
<p>"Since there are plenty around, why don’t you marry her off to your other wives?"</p>
<p>"ABDUL-MALEEK, this is an order," Sultan Suraj said, ending the call with a firm tone.</p>
<p>He sighed and muttered, "What's stopping you from giving the girl to others? What do I need with a wife?"</p>
<p>(If you come back whining, we’re going to eat you alive, AK!)</p>
<p>He changed his course, deciding he needed fresh air instead of heading straight to his bedroom.</p>
<p>He descended the sleek staircase, his white shoes almost gleaming. He held two phones—a Samsung and an iPhone X—and continued his call. Calmly, he walked with a sense of urgency yet somehow seemed in no rush. Dressed in a black hoodie and black pants, he sported black Prada glasses, as he couldn't go out in the sunlight without them. He carried himself with an aura of refined wealth.</p>
<p>As he left the house, the tight security around the property straightened up in respect. Two guards went ahead, while two followed closely behind. They led him to a specially designated vehicle, which he entered. No one else in the palace had such a car; the exorbitant cost was only bearable to the wealthiest minds.</p>
<p>Arms got into the driver’s seat and set off. As they approached the first gate, AK gestured for the security guards to stay behind. The car, guided by Arms, drove towards the <em>SHISHA BAR KUWAIT</em>.</p>
<p>After some time, a group of backup vehicles arrived. Inside the bar, the music was loud and the atmosphere was exclusive. Mahboob, on his way out, stepped back as he saw AK walk in, embracing a young woman. He pulled out his phone and informed his father, Al-Hussein, that he had seen AK or Zaid.</p>
<p>AK entered a reserved section, and Arms took the liberty to order expensive wine for him. A young Arab waiter approached, handing AK his drink in a wine glass, which he accepted with a smirk. He took a sip, walked over to a shisha pot, set it up, and exhaled smoke from both his mouth and nose in a stylish manner.</p>
<p>Moments later, a convoy of Al-Hussein's vehicles arrived, confirming to AK that something serious was underway. Taking his phone out, he called Jesra, instructing her to bring certain equipment and head to the specified bar in Kuwait. Less than 50 minutes later, Jesra arrived.</p>
<p>Inside, Al-Hussein became increasingly frustrated, wondering aloud about his decision to let his son, Mahboob, track AK. He was on the verge of losing his patience, but then saw one of AK's associates. He demanded to know her identity, to which she responded coyly, challenging him to recognize his own children.</p>
<p>At this, Al-Hussein decided to leave in frustration. Back at the palace, he stormed into Moh's quarters, demanding answers about certain truths he believed his children might have discovered.</p>
<p>"Moh! Moh!" he shouted.</p>
<p>She calmly confronted him, dismissing his suspicions with a fierce reprimand. In the end, Al-Hussein was left sitting in his frustration, his face beaded with sweat as he tried to calm his thoughts.</p>
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