AKAN SO COMPLETE HAUSA NOVEL

She was calmly making her coffee while watching NTA, engrossed in a program by MTN that touched people's lives.
Her favorite personality, "Yusra Fari," took over the show and began speaking:
"Today, we received a letter that greatly surprised and moved us. We've never encountered anything as extraordinary as this."
Her focus shifted entirely to the TV as she stirred her coffee with a spoon. The letter began to be read aloud:
URGENT REQUEST FOR MOH
You are my father!!!
I don’t know much about you. I only know your name is Fu'ad. And that you're a footballer, though I don’t know for which club.
A while ago, you were interested in car stunt shows. People call you Moh.
I was told you don’t know about me. They said I would understand one day.
Mine is simple.
This is it: I am twelve years old. I am dying.
I know my mom would never be happy. I just want to see you before I die.
One day, she’ll understand. She still loves you so much.
Moh, if you read this, please come. You don’t even have to be my father. You don’t have to love me or apologize.
Just come to see me.
I am waiting, but I don’t have much time.
Nana
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As soon as the letter was read, the coffee mug in her hand slipped and shattered on the kitchen floor.
“Nanaaaaa………..”
Sofi screamed her daughter’s name in distress.
She felt her legs too weak to support her. She sank to the kitchen floor, leaning against the counter, trying to steady her breathing.
“Oh God! What has Nana gone and done?”
She muttered out loud.
“Mummy……..”
She turned to see Nana, who had answered her call, her eyes full of doubt and fear.
Sofi studied her intently. Nana was wearing blue jeans and a bright blue shirt, her head covered with a cap that concealed her shaved head.
Despite the weight loss, her beauty was undeniable. Tears welled in Nana's eyes and rolled down her cheeks.
In that moment, Sofi's heart broke. She reached out her hand, signaling for Nana to come to her.
Slowly, Nana approached and held her mother’s hand as she sat beside her.
“Nana, you’re going to mess up your clothes. Stand up and let me clean the coffee spill.”
As if she didn’t hear her, Nana held Sofi's hand tighter.
“Mummy, please forgive me. I just want to see him, even if it’s just once.”
Sofi sighed deeply, trying to hold back her tears.
Where would she even start? Since Nana’s second month after birth, she had tried to locate Moh, but to no avail.
She had eventually given up, and even now, she thought it was futile. She didn’t know where he was or how to find him. And how would she even begin to tell Nana?
“Nana, I don’t want you to get your hopes up about finding him. Don’t be disappointed if we don’t see him.”
Nana wiped her tears and gave Sofi that endearing smile that charmed everyone.
“Even if we don’t find him, I’ll feel better knowing I tried.”
Sofi returned her smile, saying, “I just don’t want you to dwell on it. Now, get up from this coffee mess. Go change and rest.”
Without argument, Nana got up. She leaned close to Sofi and planted a kiss on her cheek, saying, “I love you, Mummy.”
Sofi kissed her back, replying, “I love you too, princess. Now, off you go.”
As Nana was about to leave the kitchen, Sofi called after her, “How did you get to the TV station?”
Nana smiled and replied, “Mummy, we talked about it in school, and Faiza told me that people search for missing persons on the radio. So, I wrote the letter, and after classes, instead of staying for lessons, we went to the station.
They didn’t let us in at first. I cried until a man came to ask why. I told him I was looking for my dad, and I was dying and wanted to see him.
He took us inside, paid some money, and we submitted the letter. I swear, Mummy, I didn’t tell them to put it on TV.”
Sofi had been watching her the entire time, lost for words, so she just nodded.
She continued watching as Nana left the kitchen. That was when the tears she had been holding back began to flow.
In her head, she could hear Fu’ad's voice as clearly as if it were happening now:
“I don’t do happily-ever-afters. From the day you accepted my love, you should have known I’m not the type to roam around with kids in diapers.
I’m not the kind to waste my time and emotions on children. I have Haneef and Faiza. Anytime I feel like seeing kids, I’ll visit them at their house.”
Sofi stood up and grabbed her phone, dialing Ansar before her thoughts spiraled further. He picked up after one ring.
“Sofi, is everything okay?”
That was Ansar’s first question, his voice full of concern.
“Nana is fine. She’s in her room…”
She reassured him. Hearing his sigh of relief made her smile.
That’s Ansar for you. If she hadn’t birthed Nana herself, she would have sworn he loved her more.
When he didn’t say anything, she continued, “Ansar, Nana has caused some trouble.”
With concern, he asked, “What did she do?”
Calmly, she narrated all she knew to him.
“Good. I don’t even know why this idea didn’t occur to me.”
Ansar said.
“I don’t think he’ll be found, Ansar. I don’t want Nana to pin her hopes on something that might never happen. I’d rather she gets all the happiness I can give her before she…”
Ansar interrupted her, saying, “No, Sofi. Please, no. Don’t say that. He will be found, and he will be a match.”
She held her head, now aching from the whirlwind of thoughts in her mind.
“We’ll talk later,” she said, her voice weary. They said their goodbyes, and Sofi left the kitchen for her bedroom.
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When she entered her office, her phone began to ring. She didn’t reach it before it stopped.
Five missed calls. She checked and closed her eyes upon seeing it was Jabir. She silently prayed that everything was okay.
Just as she was about to call back, he rang again. She picked up, saying, “Honey J…”
As she called him, he responded in a tone filled with anger:
“You’ve only just decided to answer my call?”
She took off her glasses and placed them on the table before saying, “I left my phone in the office while attending to patients.”
Hearing him breathe heavily through the phone, she knew he was upset.
“If you’re free, come home. Ikram isn’t feeling well. I got a call and picked her up from school.”
Worried, she said, “Oh no! You should have brought her to the hospital, Honey J. You know…”
Jabir cut her off, saying, “If you’re not coming home, just let me know, Jana. I’ll figure out what to do with my daughter.”
She remained silent, and Jabir ended the call. She sighed, lowering the phone.