Mahabeer Complete 1 Complete Hausa Novel

In the city of Kaduna, specifically within the G.R.A.—

It is a neighborhood of elites, an area where the wealthiest and most influential reside,

Politicians and people of status alike, and at any time, the streets are quiet, unlike other neighborhoods.

The house of Alhaji Mu’azzam Saraki is the most striking in the street.

It is a grand and impressive house; even though other houses in the area are well-constructed and beautiful, his stands above them all.

Entering the compound, the scale and splendor are immediately apparent.

On one side, there’s a spacious parking area with more vehicles than most would expect, their arrangement so precise that it catches the eye.

On the other side, there are gym machines and a garden filled with every imaginable luxury.

There’s a swimming pool with small fish swimming gracefully in its clear waters.

Another swimming pool is equally massive, filled with deep blue water.

Alongside it are chairs and white steps leading in and out of the pool, and a small bed with a table for keeping necessities, allowing someone to rest after swimming.

There is also a pergola surrounding the bed, perfect for relaxation.

This place is constantly alive, day or night, just as life moves in the household.

The grand hall of the house is equally magnificent, containing more than seven rooms, each fully equipped for comfort and luxury.

At that moment, she descended the stairs. Just by looking at her, one could tell she was indeed the lady of the house.

She was striking, likely no more than thirty-seven, a beautiful Fulani woman (Hj Umaima, in fact).

Her hands held a long file as she approached and sat before the head of the house, Alhaji Mu’azzam Saraki, who was deeply immersed in reviewing files at his office desk.

She sat on the edge of his seat, her eyes red and brimming with tears.

Immediately, Alhaji Mu’azzam diverted his full attention to her, pushing aside his work at once.

He gently took her hands and placed them on his face, remaining silent, unable to speak, while also glancing at the file she held.

The sight of her hands clutching the papers and the intensity of her sorrow stirred him greatly.

In a trembling voice, she said:

“Nuree, look… the signs are clear—I will never bear children in my life, right?”

Ever since the doctors had told her that, she had feared she would never be able to conceive.

“Nuree… is this really happening to us?

God has blessed us with wealth, but not with children. It’s been 17 years since our marriage, Nuree… and I still cannot give you a son.

Oh God, why me?”

At that, she broke into another heart-wrenching cry, her body shaking with the intensity of her sorrow.

He held her, stroking her back to comfort her, even as his own heart ached more than she could see.

What could they do except rely on God’s will?

If God has not granted them children, they must endure with patience.

Perhaps it is not a blessing for them at this moment; instead, God has given them wealth, which they must use to help the servants of Allah every day.

He exhaled deeply, closed his eyes, and reopened them, listening as her sobs gradually softened, signs that she had cried herself weary.

For about eleven minutes, they remained like this, and eventually, he noticed that she had fallen asleep, her tears leaving a sense of release and relief after the exhausting weeping she had endured.