Tubali Book 2 Complete Hausa Novel

He ended his words as tears rolled down his cheeks.

Seeing them made tears spring into Jannart’s eyes as well.

The pity they felt for the old man and Mamy deeply wounded her heart.

Out in the open, one could clearly see the intense anxiety and fear they were in, along with the overwhelming love shining from the depths of their eyes.

As for Rayyern, who felt as though he was trapped in another world filled with unbearable pain and suffering, he could only faintly hear their voices.

Yet he could not respond in any way. Even though he heard Baba Maugo calling his name, he was completely unable to move even his thin lips, because of the severe pain he was experiencing.

Dr. Sulaiman, trying to calm Mamy, managed to seat her on a chair and gently said,

“Mamy, Rayyern is breathing. Nothing has happened to him. Please calm yourself. Insha Allah, he will be fine. I gave him an injection at the hospital, and now the pain has begun to subside. Insha Allah, it will completely stop.”

Dr. Sulaiman ended his words in a soft, reassuring tone, intent on restoring Mamy’s peace of mind.

Just then, Abba walked in.

He hurried into the middle of the living room, then rushed to Baba Maugo’s side in panic and began calling out,

“Rayyern!”

Immediately, he turned quickly when he heard Dr. Sulaiman say,

“Abba, please calm yourselves. Leave him for now; in a little while he will be able to respond to you. I gave him an injection—Insha Allah, he will recover.”

Abba released a long, heavy breath and then returned to sit on the chair beside him.

Mamy, however, was still unable to stop her tears.

Her mind refused to settle; fear gripped her that something might happen to Rayyern—especially because she knew that once his stomach pain started, it rarely eased quickly.

As for Jannart, she had lowered her head, feeling how tightly Rayyern was gripping her with frightening strength.

The force of his hold made her waist begin to ache—it was not a playful grip, but a desperate grasp for survival.

Ramadan and Riyyam-nsra almost rushed in together into the living room, both of them extremely distressed—

especially Ramadan, who knew how terribly their elder brother’s illness affected him whenever it struck.

They quickly moved toward him, but halted midway when they saw Abba and the others seated.

Baba Maugo was shedding tears, Mamy as well, and Jannart too—while Rayyern lay limp on her lap like a corpse—her tears poured freely.

Abba rested his chin on his hand, and with just one look at his face, one could read the intense turmoil etched across it.

Seeing this, Ramadan’s heart jolted violently, and at once his entire body began to shake with panic, for they believed Rayyern had died.

In overwhelming shock, confusion, and terror,

Riyyam-nsra let out a broken, wounded cry and slid down to sit on the floor. He collapsed forward, placing his head near Rayyern’s feet, his voice trembling as he cried, suppressing the words struggling to escape his lips:

“Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un… Mamy, will death stop me from fulfilling your dreams?

Oh Allah of Mamy, if only you were near, come and see the state your children are in. Mamy, wallahi, this is it… truly, this is it…”

Abba and the others, overwhelmed by their own distress, could not fully grasp Riyyam-nsra’s words; in fact, they could hardly understand what he was saying at all.

Rayyern, whose consciousness was slowly fading, could only vaguely hear the boy’s cries and fragments of what he was saying.

Though he could not fully comprehend the words, he caught some of them—yet in his current state, lacking strength and clarity of mind, he could not analyze or understand their meaning.

Dr. Sulaiman approached Riyyam-nsra, pulled him close, sat him down, and said gently,

“Riyyam-nsra, stop crying. He hasn’t died; it’s just the pain beginning to subside. You can see your father has calmed down.”

Only then did Ramadan release a deep breath, as if something heavy and stone-like that had been lodged in his chest was finally lifted—

for he had nearly lost his breath entirely.

Still suppressing his sobs, Riyyam-nsra asked,

“Ya Sulaiman, are you telling the truth? My brother Rayyern—is he breathing?”

Dr. Sulaiman nodded and quickly replied,

“Yes, Riyyam-nsra, he hasn’t died. He is breathing, and in a few minutes he will wake up, Insha Allah.”

All of them let out sighs of relief together.

It was only then that Mamy managed to stop crying.

Baba Maugo, however, could not stop his tears at all.

And that was why Jannart herself could not hold back her tears either—

because in her life there was a deep wound: whenever she saw an elder crying, her heart would inevitably shatter, and she could never console herself.

Seeing that everyone had somewhat calmed down, Dr. Sulaiman gently took a seat. He bowed his head slightly, cleared his throat, and calmly said,

“It has not even been thirty minutes since it started. I realized it early because I noticed he was sweating heavily. At the time, we were in a meeting with the other doctors, discussing a course we wanted some of our doctors to attend in Moscow.

When I realized his stomach pain was about to flare up, I requested that we end the meeting, but he refused to let me. Before we could even finish, the pain had already intensified.”

All eyes were fixed on Dr. Sulaiman as they listened to what he was saying.

Dr. Sulaiman adjusted his posture, faced them fully, and with the intent of further calming them, spoke gently once again.