Na Fado Daga Bene Na Zarce Rijiya Book 2 Complete Hausa Novel

I heard the judge strike his gavel—bang, bang. We all rose together and spoke in unison:

“Court!”

By God’s will, I tried to suppress the fear and anxiety that had been tormenting my soul since yesterday. My face hardened again as I stood firmly on my feet. Instead of breaking down, a strange new courage visited me.

I pulled Salis behind me, then, out of pure anger, turned to Sabira and said,

“Take care of him, Sabira. Pray for us. Twenty days in prison is not death. It is a life lesson we are all going to learn.”

Before I could finish speaking, the police arrived where we stood and handcuffed us. Yaya Use was staring in shock, her face showing deep confusion. As for me, I kept talking:

“Sabira, my children are with Yaya Use, and they are suffering too. Please keep them with you so they can continue their schooling. Habiba Bala, thank you.”

I looked toward Kaila’s direction—it was no surprise to see a smile spread across his face. In my heart I muttered:

“You will be shocked, Shanono, if I come out.”

We were pushed outside. Hajiyayye was shouting and hurling sharp words, while her relatives restrained her. Our lawyer kept assuring us, saying everything would be sorted out. But in my own thoughts, I didn’t want things sorted out—prison life felt better than living in Kaila’s house with no freedom. It was only my children that troubled my heart; otherwise, I would personally ask for my transfer if it would bring me more peace.

What truly worried me was the suffering my children would endure.

We were thrown into the prison vehicle. I looked into Sabira’s and Habiba Bala’s eyes, then at Salis clinging to her hands. They couldn’t control themselves; they cried endlessly. As for me, my heart had already hardened with anger—I didn’t even feel like crying.

Before our very eyes, we were driven away. Yaya Use went into hysteria, beating herself and shouting that she was ruined and destroyed. I, however, kept whispering Alhamdulillah. I had no special prayer to make—only gratitude to Allah.

I truly believe it is because of how much my Lord loves me that I keep falling into different kinds of trials. Even before this, I had been facing one marital challenge after another. Yesterday, I was in a police cell; today, I would sleep in prison.

Oh me, Shanono—so Hajiyayye would go as far as framing me. The question is: why all this? Because of Kaila? No, that can’t be it—she knows I don’t even look at Kaila. Then what is the reason? If you know, tell me.

My head throbbed painfully.

That was how we arrived at the prison. Warders pushed us toward a long hall where everyone had to state their name and the offense that brought them there. After we all spoke, we were taken to the holding room—the waiting room. Anyone whose sentence has not yet been finalized stays there. While court cases are still ongoing, this is where they remain.

If you are sentenced to prison for a fixed term, or life imprisonment—like in the case of Hauwa Aminu, daughter of Marne, daughter of Sada (Ungulu da Kan Zabo)—that is a different matter altogether; such a person is taken deep inside.

After we were pushed into this waiting room, that was when I finally broke down in tears upon seeing the women inside, including elderly ones. So women do commit crimes serious enough to land them in prison. Power belongs only to Allah.

My first night felt like I was sleeping in my grave. Only then did I realize that there had been traces of mercy and peace in Kaila’s house after all.