Halin Rayuwa Book 4 Hausa Novel Complete

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<h3 data-start="275" data-end="298">LIFE’S CHALLENGES</h3>
At this moment, I cannot fully describe my situation. I am not afraid, but there is one thing my heart refuses to accept: allowing Rauhani to do what he intends to do to me. If he succeeds, I would rather face any consequence, no matter how severe—even worse than madness.
Making this firm decision gave me the courage to resist, and I screamed at Rauhani with all my strength, "Leave me alone! I don’t want this job, just leave me alone!" That was all I kept repeating.
Suddenly, the wind blowing in the room stopped, and a bright light appeared. I then saw Mallam seated in his usual position, his cap firmly placed on his head. I quickly sat up, facing him.
"Maryam, you have ruined your assignment. You did everything you were told not to do. You argued, you resisted, and you even fought back. Now he has left angrily—what will happen next?"
I couldn’t utter a single word, let alone respond to his question. I was still in extreme fear, and my body hadn't stopped trembling. Maybe he noticed, which was why he suggested calling Rauhani back to apologize and allow him to complete his task, to prevent the madness he had threatened.
I quickly replied, "No! Just leave me alone."
"You prefer to go mad, then?" he asked.
I remained silent.
"Are you sure you’d rather go insane?" he pressed.
Still, I didn’t respond.
"Alright then, since that’s your choice, whatever happens to you, don’t expect us to take you back. You are among the defiant ones, the stubborn ones. And for stubbornness, the consequence is always regret. I can assure you that madness awaits you before you leave this forest."
As he finished speaking, a loud thunderous sound erupted, so terrifying that I couldn’t even comprehend where it came from.
"Get out of here!" a voice commanded.
That was all I heard.
I immediately dashed outside, running blindly, not even thinking about my shoes or where I was headed. I just ran through the wilderness, without looking back, without knowing my destination.
My only hope and prayer were to reach my father before madness overtook me. As I ran, I kept reassuring myself that I was still sane—that I still recognized my surroundings and could remember everything clearly. I repeated prayers continuously, reciting, "Hasbunallahu wa ni’imal wakeel" (Allah is sufficient for us, and He is the best disposer of affairs).
While running, I suddenly saw a man ahead of me. My fear intensified—I wondered if Mallam had sent someone to bring me back.
I thought of turning back, but then I realized that if he were indeed sent, he could easily catch me wherever I went. So, I mustered courage and continued running toward him. As I got closer, I saw that he was a farmer working on his land. I hesitated to ask him for directions, fearing he might recognize that I was a stranger in the forest.
I walked for so long that I began to feel hopeless, but I refused to stop or rest. My only goal was to find a way out and reach a town.
Then, I spotted another man in the distance. I hurried toward him, stopped a short distance away, and greeted him before asking for directions to the town.
He paused from his work, looked at me with concern, and asked, "How did you end up in this deep forest?"
I couldn’t answer.
Seeing my distress, he finally said, "You are close to the town, but there’s a large river between you and it. If you can swim well, you can cross it. But if not, you should take the long way around, because when the river is full, it can be very dangerous."
I thanked him and started walking in the direction he indicated.
Then, as I was leaving, he raised his voice and added, "Keep walking until you see a small bridge—use that to cross, and you will find a village where you can get transport into town."
I thanked him again and followed his directions.
Eventually, I reached the bridge, a makeshift structure built by the villagers to help them access their farmlands. If not for my desperate situation, I would never have dared to cross such an unstable structure.
By the time I reached the village, night had already fallen. The darkness was overwhelming—there was no electricity, and the moon was barely visible.
I kept walking until I found a motorcyclist who, seeing my exhaustion, agreed to take me to the main road.
When I reached home, I found my father sitting outside with a small lantern, visibly distressed. The moment I saw him, I collapsed at his feet, crying.
"Forgive me, Baba," I pleaded.
Without delay, I explained everything to him, knowing I was still in my right mind. I wanted him to understand the truth before anything happened to me.
"Please, Baba, tie me up somewhere. Don’t let me roam the streets like the mad people we see," I begged.
"My dear Yahuwa," my father called out with concern, "stop saying such things. Why are you speaking misfortune upon yourself?"
"Baba, Rauhani himself said it! I even fought with him," I insisted.
He held my hand and reassured me, "Come inside, my child. I thank God that you returned safely."
Baba Lantana, however, scowled at him, saying, "Hmph! You should be ashamed. Your daughter went out and got herself into trouble with forces stronger than her, and now you’re acting like a fool, thanking God for her return?"
At that moment, my brother, Isyaku, entered and asked, "Baba, is Anti Meron back?"
"Yes, she is," my father replied.
Baba Lantana scoffed again, "Listen to this nonsense. Acting like he wasn’t involved. As if he wasn’t the one who dropped her off and left her to face whatever came her way!"
Ignoring her, my father turned to me and said, "Maryam, you will not go mad. Rauhani lied to you. It wasn’t him—it was that man who did this to you to frighten you into submission. He is not a good person; he is a sorcerer, not a true Mallam. He wanted to scare you into accepting his advances."
I gasped.
"You did not fight with Rauhani—you resisted the man himself. And because you are a good person, just like your late mother Ramatu, you escaped."
Baba Lantana clicked her tongue in irritation. "If Ramatu were really good, why didn’t she protect her daughter from this mess?"
She abandoned our conversation to gossip with others about Rauhani and madness, as if that was more interesting to her.
The next morning, my cousins Yakumbo Halima and Yaya Dijah arrived, worried about my whereabouts. My father explained everything to them.
Yakumbo swore she had no idea the man was dangerous. Yaya Dijah, however, reprimanded her, saying, "Yakumbo, stop swearing. Were you going to let them harm her knowingly?"
Before they left, Baba Lantana, as usual, stirred up drama, provoking Yakumbo into an argument.
I fell seriously ill from exhaustion and the wounds on my feet, caused by stepping on sharp objects in the forest. Despite everything, my biggest concern was my father's confirmation that the so-called Mallam was nothing but a fraud.
I remembered the hadith:
"Whoever visits a sorcerer and believes in his words has disbelieved in what was revealed to Prophet Muhammad (SAW). And whoever visits a sorcerer without believing his words, their prayers will not be accepted for forty days."
Neither option was favorable.
The fear of death haunted me.
It wasn’t until my father reassured me and guided me toward repentance that I finally found some peace.
I vowed never to seek help from such people again, whether for marriage or any other reason. My fate is in God's hands. If marriage is destined for me, it will happen. If not, then so be it—I accept my destiny, both good and bad.