GIDAN ASALI BOOK COMPELET HAUSA NOVELS BY BOSS BATURE
Saude said, "Congratulations once again! I am deeply happy for you all that you emerged from the lineage of this family. This is truly a matter of pride." Before shifting her gaze to Hosana, she playfully pinched her cheek and teased, "Hosana, look at how much you've changed! It's as if you aren't the same eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl anymore—the one who used to be so tiny. Your cheeks have puffed up like a balloon! Honestly, your complexion has bloomed; it's clear Ya Omar knows how to take excellent care of you." Hosana burst into laughter, bashfully lowering her head. "Why don't you prompt your sister to come over so we can greet her?" Saude continued, looking at Sehrish, who sat watching them one by one. Jahad smiled, turning around to motion to her with her hand to come over. Sehrish stood up and walked toward them. As soon as she arrived, Saude reached out, pulled her close, and embraced her. Releasing her from the hug, Saude remarked, "Masha Allah! Honestly, I have never seen triplets who look so perfectly identical as you three do. I am incredibly happy for you that Allah has reunited you with your siblings, your father, and your entire extended family." With a soft smile across her face, Sehrish replied, "Thank you so much." "May Allah protect you all for us, bless your lives, and shield you from the malice of enemies." They replied in unison, "Ameen"—and they weren't alone, as Abba, who had been listening to their conversation, answered along with them. True to his promise to organize a massive feast (walima) to celebrate the public unveiling of the children of his younger brother, Abusufyan, Abba personally selected the date for the event. From that very day, he began calling extended relatives and cherished friends to break the news about the sudden appearance of Abusufyan’s children. He left no one out; he phoned everyone, starting from their relatives in Zaria and Damaturu to other states, and even those residing overseas. Everyone was informed. The following morning, after Abbas returned to his own house, Amani asked him what had happened the previous day that prevented them from coming over. He then relayed the entire sequence of events regarding Sehrish and her sisters. A profound wave of joy washed over her—not for any random reason, but because she knew that Aunty Babba's malicious plan had completely shattered to pieces. The moment she heard that they were gorgeous young women between seventeen and eighteen years old, she erupted into a wicked laugh in her heart, thinking: Now I’ll see how Aunty Laila intends to achieve her selfish goals! If the immediate household hasn't even had its fill, how can food be handed to outsiders? This is going to be a total domestic cleanup. The matter is completely settled! Amani herself grew highly impatient for the day of the feast to arrive so they could visit the house. She had heard that on that exact day, Aunty Babba and Hafsat would be arriving in Abuja. Her ultimate desire was to witness the sheer psychological shock and devastation that Aunty Babba would face the moment she laid eyes on the triplets. The day of the feast also coincided with the exact day Ammi was scheduled to arrive alongside several extended family members. Similarly, Captain Najeeb and Talal were both returning home on that day for the sole purpose of setting their eyes on the children of their uncle, Abusufyan. Everyone was overflowing with intense anticipation to meet them, especially after hearing about the degrading, miserable life the girls had previously endured; a deep sense of pity and pure love took root in their hearts. Furthermore, MG Osman and Captain Adam were also returning home that day, having traveled to maintain family ties immediately after returning from the United States. Truly, it was bound to be a monumental day. Because of this, I (the author) and my readers will make special preparations to attend the house as uninvited guests—crashing the party out of pure love, simply putting ourselves out there! Over the past few days, the triplets enjoyed an incredibly blissful life alongside their father. He remained constantly glued to their side. He personally sat them down and braided their hair into double cornrows (kalaba), just as he used to do when they were toddlers. When it was Sehrish's turn, he looked at her hair in utter surprise and asked, "How is it that I see your hair is short? Did you suffer an illness that required your hair to be chopped off?" She shook her head and answered, "No, I committed an offense against Babba Yaya, and he used scissors to cut my hair." The moment the words left her mouth, Abusufyan remarked sharply, "He only brought ruin upon himself!" Sehrish simply smiled, even though she didn't fully comprehend the deeper meaning behind her father's ominous statement. Throughout these days, they did not attend school. Abusufyan himself told them not to worry, assuring them that he would personally escort them back to the institution to ensure no one would penalize or interrogate them. As for Sir Commander Haroon, he moved around the house like a total hypocrite. No one ever knew the exact times he sneaked into the house or when he slipped back out. It was glaringly obvious that he was secretly plotting something in the shadows.
AMRISH
Amrish sat inside her classroom, completely consumed by distress over not seeing Sehrish for the past couple of days. Whenever she tried dialing her phone number, it was unreachable, and even when she tried calling Junaid's phone, he wouldn’t answer. This state of affairs heavily unnerved her. She rested her chin in her hand, her eyes brimming with unshed tears from the weight of her anxiety. She deeply wished Sehrish were there, as her presence would at least stave off her loneliness. Wrapped up in these heavy thoughts, she didn't even notice when the teacher stepped into the classroom. After the teacher finished taking greetings from the students, he walked straight over to Amrish’s desk. Holding a marker, he lightly tapped it against her desk. Startled, her eyes snapped up to face him. She scrambled to her feet upon recognizing Ya Mu'allim—who hadn't stepped foot in the school since the exact day he gave Sehrish that spiritual prayer water. Although they had received word that he had traveled for Umrah (the lesser pilgrimage), which was why a substitute teacher had replaced him, he was now back. A faint smile crossed his face as he looked at her. "What are you thinking about so deeply that you didn't even notice me walk into the classroom?" With a trembling voice, she replied, "Please forgive me, Ya Mu'allim. I am not feeling well, which is why I didn't realize you had entered." He nodded understandingly, his eyes scanning over to Sehrish's empty seat. "Where is that girl? The girl from the Salahuddeen Hussein family? I noticed she isn't in class." With a face masked in worry, Amrish explained, "She hasn't come. It has been almost four days now since she last attended school. I’ve tried calling her line repeatedly but it’s unreachable, and I even called her brother, but his phone is unavailable too." Hearing this filled the teacher with a sudden dread. Could something terrible have happened to the girl? He desperately wanted to know what she had done with the prayer water he gave her—whether she had actually drunk it or not. He nodded slowly and turned away, murmuring, "May Allah let it be a matter of safety. If she still hasn’t shown up by next week, I will personally visit their house to investigate the reason behind her absence." Her heart heavy, Amrish slumped back into her seat. Her body began to tremble slightly from the mounting fear that something horrific might have befallen Sehrish. Ultimately, she resolved to find the location of Sehrish's house so she could go check on her personally.
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"May Allah bring us to that day in perfect health," Abba, Jahad, and Sehrish answered in unison. Abusufyan intervened, saying, "You shouldn't call me 'Abba.' Because Brother Hussein is already addressed as Abba, it will create confusion, and people won't know which Abba you are referring to. Instead, you should call me Daddy so we can differentiate the names. I hope that suits you?" "Yes, Daddy," they answered simultaneously. Hearing them say it brought immense joy to his heart. "Abba—I mean, Daddy—what about our Oumma (mother)? Is it true that she lost her mind and is roaming around a trash dump in a state of insanity, just as Gwaggo Katsina claimed? And who is this 'Majnun' that Gwaggo mentioned, the one who supposedly taught our mother how to regain her senses?" Hosana asked. Jahad chided her, "Look at you, your problem is that you lack a filter! The moment you hear the name 'Majnun,' you should automatically know exactly who is being referred to." Abusufyan simply smiled as he listened to their playful bickering. Sehrish cut in, "For Allah's sake, stop talking so much. You're bothering our Daddy; he's sleepy, can't you see it in his eyes?" He shifted his gaze to Sehrish, who had rested her head gently on his shoulder, before looking over at Jahad, who was also clinging tightly to him. Meanwhile, Hosana had plastered herself against his chest as if trying to crawl right back into his womb. Only Allah knew the sheer magnitude of happiness flooding his soul; the joy was so intense it felt overwhelming. His single greatest desire now was for Ammi to arrive and see the children. The moment she accepted them, he would have absolutely no worries left in the world. As for the issue of Sayyadi, he had fully resolved within himself that the man's hour of death had arrived. Since his case was now in the ruthless hands of Zaki (The Lion) and Damusa (The Leopard), he would undoubtedly taste his bitter comeuppance. "Daddy, you haven't said anything! What about our Oumma? We desperately want to see her and be reunited," Hosana's voice pulled him back from the depths of his internal monologue. Startled for a split second, he gently stroked her head and comforted them, "Do not worry. By the grace of Allah, everything is coming to an end. Wherever your Oumma is, by the permission of Allah, she will be found. I just want the dust to settle completely so that both you and I can attain absolute peace of mind. After that, I will personally initiate a thorough investigation to track down those former neighbors of yours. I am absolutely certain we will extract highly critical information from them." The girls felt an immense wave of relief. Their ultimate dream was for their mother to step into this luxurious empire so they could continue living together as one big family under their father's lineage. "Daddy, may Allah assist you and grant you ultimate victory in every single stride you take to bring an end to that evil man, alongside anyone who had a hand in harming our bloodline. May their dark secrets be exposed, and may Allah reveal our mother alive. Insha Allah, from this day forward, we will constantly back you up with prayers so that Ya Sayyadi can be successfully captured," Jahad declared. Abusufyan smiled warmly at Jahad’s words. As soon as she finished speaking, Sehrish added, "Insha Allah, Daddy, we will support you with endless prayers. We will remain fiercely committed to contributing whatever we can to the investigation to unmask those who had a hand in torturing our family. Even though we are women and naturally fragile, that will never stop us from standing tall to put an end to Ya Sayyadi and his ilk—the literal demons backing his every move." The moment she finished her sentence, Hosana chimed in fiercely, "Abba—Daddy, please! If you finally track down Ya Sayyadi, I want you to give me the permission to blow his brains out with a gun right in the center of his forehead, or shoot him directly in the heart so it stops beating forever!" Abusufyan burst into hearty laughter listening to Hosana’s aggressive demands. "Hosana, if he dies swiftly by a bullet, I feel like that's too easy of a death for him," Abusufyan countered. "I prefer for him to live like a walking corpse—alive, yet completely useless to himself and the world, to the point where he himself will continuously beg Allah to take his soul so he can finally rest. That is my view. But looking at the situation, we need to orchestrate a truly horrific, agonizing end for him. Which of you can pitch the best idea?" he asked, waiting for their answers. Each girl began offering her own specific twisted strategy on how to design a horrific ending—a truly "bad ending"—for Ya Sayyadi. Hosana, true to form, gave the most brutal, merciless advice. Afterward, they began mapping out a beautiful, happy future for themselves once Ya Sayyadi and his cabal were terminated. They fantasized about traveling to various foreign countries on luxury vacations alongside their Daddy, their mother, and their siblings. (Author's internal note: I whispered to myself, "Include your future husbands in those vacation plans, it might add a bit more spice to the trip!") Eventually, sleep overcame them all, and they drifted off together, tangled up in one another on the bed—a beautiful, heartwarming sight of a father and his perfectly identical lookalike children. They slept heavily until around 10:00 AM, having accumulated a mountain of exhaustion over the previous days. Junaid’s father (Abba Hussein) quietly peeked into the room and found them completely spaced out, deep in sleep. A warm smile broke across his face. He pulled his phone out of his top pocket and snapped about three photos of the heartwarming scene. Once finished, he gently pulled the door shut, locking it behind him. After leaving their wing, he headed straight to the kitchen, where Azmee was already close to wrapping up breakfast preparations. He was slightly surprised to find her working entirely alone. Upon spotting him, she immediately paused her chores, stepped forward, and greeted him with deep respect. "Good morning, Abba. I hope you slept well? Yesterday brought us such immense joy! Hajiya Azeema informed me that Sehrish and her sisters are actually Abusufyan’s biological children! Wallahi, I am incredibly happy. Honestly, I had long noticed her uncanny resemblance to him." With a bright, relaxed face, he replied, "Wallahi, Alhamdulillah! We have been blessed with an unexpected set of triplets. Honestly, I noticed I didn't see you around yesterday; I really wished you had been present to witness everything as it unfolded. You would have witnessed a profound miracle mixed with intense family drama. The backstory itself is incredibly painful to listen to, but on the other hand, we thank Allah for revealing these children to us as our own flesh and blood. We are deeply happy. In fact, I want us to organize a massive feast (walima) specifically dedicated to celebrating these children." Azmee smiled and asked, "When will that be? Should we start making the preparations today?" Abba shook his head indicating no, and said, "This particular feast is going to be exceptionally unique—a grand, monumental celebration. We need the dust to fully settle first. I will deliberate with Abusufyan, and once we finalize the blueprint, I will let you know so you can prepare to receive guests. We will hire extra hands to assist you with the cooking and chores." Before he could even finish his statement, Azmee quickly interjected, "Oh no, Abba! I can handle it entirely on my own, there is absolutely no need to bring in external workers." "Alright, no problem. But I notice you’ve been working yourself to the bone all alone. By the way, where is that fair-skinned girl? Laila's younger sister? I usually see her helping you out in the kitchen. Did she return to her family home?" Azmee replied smoothly, "No, she hasn't gone home. She's just feeling a bit under the weather, so I told her to take a complete rest. Once she feels better, she will resume helping me, because she is an exceptionally hardworking girl." Abba nodded. "May Allah grant her swift healing. I’ll mention it to Colonel Yousouf so he can examine her medical state." Panicking slightly, Azmee quickly cut in, "Oh no, there's no need! I already administered some medication to her. It's just a minor stomach ache, Insha Allah she will be completely fine." "Okay," he uttered before turning around and walking into the main living room. He sat down on the sofa, a continuous smile plastered on his face as his mind replayed the image of Abusufyan surrounded by his triplets. He mused internally: Goodness, such is life. Everything passes if a servant of Allah exercises patience. Junaid was separated from his mother since he was a mere infant, yet yesterday there he was, wrapped tightly in her arms asleep. Abusufyan's triplets were separated from their father before their pregnancy was even showing; they endured a horrific, degrading life, yet today, their entire destiny has transformed as if they never tasted an ounce of suffering. Slowly but surely, they will completely forget every past trauma. Today, they are tucked away, sleeping peacefully in their father's embrace. Glory be to God. Finally, he chuckled to himself, “Oh well, look at me sitting here with absolutely no one to hold me! Abusufyan is over there cuddling his children, and Junaid is pinned to his mother. Honestly, I’ve missed them so much.” "Abba!" The sudden call hit his ears, making him flinch slightly as he turned around to see who it was. It was none other than Junaid standing there with his hands resting playfully on his waist. He was still wearing his heavy shadda attire from the previous day, his face completely radiating joy, wearing a massive grin like someone who had just been given the glad tidings of entering Paradise. An overwhelming surge of happiness consumed his father. He geared up to stand, but before he could fully rise, Junaid sprinted forward and dove directly into his chest, wrapping his arms around him tightly while yelling, "I really missed you, Abba!" "I missed you deeply too, Junaid. I spent the entire night thinking about you," his father replied, gently patting his back. They broke their embrace. Noticing his father glancing expectantly behind him, Junaid smirked. "Abba, you're looking for Mommy, right?" Smiling, Abba asked, "So you figured it out? Where is she? Did you two not walk in together?" Junaid playfully pouted his lips, which instantly sent a wave of panic through his father's chest. With a suddenly anxious voice, Abba said, "Junaid, don't tell me she isn't coming? I swear to God, I hope she hasn't boarded a flight back to Australia! The moment I saw you walk in entirely alone, my heart dropped because I know exactly how stubborn her character can be." Junaid burst into hysterical laughter seeing how incredibly panicked his father had become over his mother's brief absence. Abba frowned playfully. "Oh, so you think this is a joke? Aren't you going to tell me where she is?!" Right in the middle of his sentence, the rhythmic clicking of her heels echoed into the room. Before he even realized what he was doing, Abba instinctively pushed Junaid to the side. He froze, his eyes locked entirely onto her, a massive smile taking over his face. She stopped in her tracks, scanning him up and down. She looked breathtakingly beautiful, courtesy of the custom makeup Junaid had personally applied to her face earlier. Junaid had personally applied her lipstick, sharpened her eyeliner, and dusted a fine layer of powder over her naturally fair skin, determined to make her look absolutely stunning for his father. Junaid had even handpicked her outfit: a magnificent, rich brown jallabiya paired with a perfectly rolled matching veil. She looked like an elegant Arab noblewoman, radiating an ethereal glow, standing tall with an imposing, graceful stature reminiscent of Sgr. Junaid retreated to the sofa, sitting back to watch the show. He waited eagerly to see what they would do next as they stood frozen, gazing deeply into each other’s eyes with endless smiles. She resumed her stride until she stood directly in front of him, face-to-face. Junaid’s eyes went wide as he joked loudly, "We are in total trouble! Abba, look at how tiny you look standing in front of Mommy! Wait, is this seriously how you two looked when you got married? Oh my goodness!" Junaid's hilarious commentary caused them both to burst into laughter. What tickled Junaid the most was his mother's striking height; standing next to her made their father look incredibly short. They spent a long time simply exchanging deep, affectionate smiles before finally locking into a powerful, soul-stirring embrace, holding each other so tightly it felt as though they would melt into one person. They had endured an agonizingly long separation. Although Abba used to fly out to visit her in Australia in the earlier years, he had eventually stopped due to the overwhelming crises and responsibilities piling up at home. They found it completely impossible to tear themselves away from each other's arms. Junaid sat right in front of them, his eyes glued to the scene as if he were watching an entertaining television program. Right at that exact moment, the twins (Jahan and Ayaan) walked into the living room, driven by a raging hunger. Their eyes instantly landed on their mother locked in a tight embrace with their father. In absolute shock, their voices overlapped as they gasped, "Mommy?!" The parents quickly pulled apart. The mother turned her tear-brimmed eyes toward Jahan and Ayaan, who stood frozen, their faces instantly illuminating with pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Sprinting at lightning speed, the twins charged forward and threw their entire weight into her body. She scooped them both up simultaneously, pinning them tightly against her chest. Tears instantly flooded her eyes; she had missed her children beyond measure. With voices cracking on the verge of tears, they cried out in unison, "We really missed you, Mom! So it’s true, we are actually seeing you back inside our house?!" they finished as they slowly pulled back from the hug. Seeing the tears streaming down their young cheeks, she reached out frantically to wipe them away, her own voice trembling with suppressed sobs as she managed to choke out, "I missed you too, my twins. I know I haven't been a good mother to you... I failed you." Jahan instantly cut her off. "Mommy, so many terrible things have happened to us—things that I am absolutely certain would never have occurred if you had been by our side. We suffered terribly from your absence, Mom. We missed you so much." "Mommy... but you're never going to leave us and go back there again, right?" Ayaan pleaded desperately. She nodded her head frantically, confirming his hope. "I am back for good. I will never leave again. I will be with you for the rest of my life." Their father simply stood to the side, a serene smile resting on his face as he watched the beautiful reunion of a mother and her sons. Pure, uninhibited happiness was systematically taking over the household, one event after another. "Mommy, have you seen Junaid? He has grown so much! He cried his heart out over losing you when you were away. But now, I know you will shower him with all the love he missed. Please, Mommy, give him your utmost attention and care because he needs you far more than any of us," Ayaan said, glancing over at Junaid, who sat on the couch with a permanent smile. She looked over at Junaid affectionately and promised, "Insha Allah, Ayaan. From this day forward, Junaid's entire world will change for the better. I will give him the most beautiful care imaginable—and not just him, but all of you together as one. By the way, I haven't seen Fawan, Irfan, or Colonel Yousouf. Are they all inside?" Jahan answered, "They haven't woken up from sleep yet. Let me go call Fawan for you." She gently stopped him, saying...
2. Summary of the Story
This excerpt from a popular Hausa novel follows a sweeping domestic saga detailing the dramatic structural healing of an elite, fractured polygamous family:
The Triplets' Unveiling: The chapter opens with celebratory congratulations from a woman named Saude towards the identical triplets (Sehrish, Hosana, and Jahad). They have recently been discovered to be the long-lost daughters of Abusufyan, the younger brother of the family patriarch, Abba Hussein.
The Political Fallout: Abba Hussein schedules a massive public feast (walima) to officially introduce the girls to their high-society circle. This news brings malicious joy to a relative named Amani, who realizes this revelation completely annihilates the schemes of the family antagonist, Aunty Babba (Aunty Laila), who wanted to seize family assets.
The Dark Past and the Hunt for Sayyadi: While enjoying a luxurious lifestyle with their biological father (whom they officially rename "Daddy" to avoid confusion with Uncle Abba), a darker plot is discussed. The daughters demand to know the truth behind their mother (Oumma), who was driven into a state of traumatic madness by an antagonist named Ya Sayyadi. Daddy promises that his enforcement team (Zaki and Damusa) will orchestrate a brutal downfall for Sayyadi.
The Mother's Return (Mommy's Arrival): Concurrently, the biological mother of the boys (Junaid, Jahan, and Ayaan) arrives from Australia after a painful, prolonged maternal estrangement. The chapter concludes with highly emotional, tearful reunions between the long-separated husband, wife, and sons, signaling a complete restoration of the household.
3. Description
Author/Source Note: Written from the perspective of an overarching narrator, styled in contemporary Kano Market Literature (Adabin Kasuwar Kano), incorporating real-world cross-promotional business advertisements midway through the chapter.
Tone: Highly melodramatic, emotionally supercharged, shifting rapidly between sweet domestic fluff, dark vengeful plotting, and comedic relief.
Setting: A highly affluent, aristocratic household in Abuja, Nigeria, with roots stretching across Zaria, Damaturu, and international locations like Australia and the United States.
4. Analytical Breakdown
Character Dynamics & Conflicts
Character
Role / Archetype
Narrative Function in This Excerpt
Abusufyan ("Daddy")
The Vengeful Father
Acts as a pillar of restored paternal security. He braids his adult daughters' hair to make up for lost time while covertly executing a lethal legal/physical manhunt against Ya Sayyadi.
Sehrish, Hosana, & Jahad
The Triplet Protagonists
Represent innocence surviving trauma. Hosana acts as the comedic, unhinged element (demanding to shoot the villain through the head), Jahad is protective, and Sehrish bears the physical scars of past abuse (her hair forcibly cut short by "Babba Yaya").
Abba Hussein
The Generous Patriarch
The institutional head of the family. He manages the family's public image, funds the massive walima, and documents the family's healing by taking candid photos of his brother and nieces.
"Mommy"
The Estranged Matriarch
Returns from Australia to heal her broken relationship with her sons, particularly Junaid, who suffered the worst psychological damage from her long absence.
Sir Commander Haroon
The Hidden Traitor
Described as a "hypocrite" creeping around the shadows of the mansion, serving as an immediate internal threat plotting against the family's newfound happiness.
Key Themes
The Reconstitution of the Patriarchal Family: The text places an immense value on bloodlines (tsatso). The girls' transition from an anonymous, degraded lower-class existence to a protected aristocratic reality is solidified through physical tokens of affection—such as their father personally re-braiding their hair into traditional cornrows.
The Lexicon of Domestic Monopolization: The linguistic shift demanded by Abusufyan—forcing his daughters to switch from calling him "Abba" to "Daddy"—serves a dual purpose. While it logistically avoids confusing him with his older brother, it psychologically establishes his distinct, sovereign boundary over his daughters.
Vengeance vs. Total Annihilation: The dialogue between the father and his daughters regarding Ya Sayyadi highlights a cultural theme of absolute retributive justice. They explicitly reject a quick death (via gunfire) in favor of turning the villain into a "walking corpse", showing that the narrative values psychological torment over swift capital punishment for its primary antagonists.
GIDAN ASALI BOOK COMPELET HAUSA NOVELS BY BOSS BATURE
Saude said, "Congratulations once again! I am deeply happy for you all that you emerged from the lineage of this family. This is truly a matter of pride." Before shifting her gaze to Hosana, she playfully pinched her cheek and teased, "Hosana, look at how much you've changed! It's as if you aren't the same eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl anymore—the one who used to be so tiny. Your cheeks have puffed up like a balloon! Honestly, your complexion has bloomed; it's clear Ya Omar knows how to take excellent care of you."
Hosana burst into laughter, bashfully lowering her head.
"Why don't you prompt your sister to come over so we can greet her?" Saude continued, looking at Sehrish, who sat watching them one by one.
Jahad smiled, turning around to motion to her with her hand to come over. Sehrish stood up and walked toward them. As soon as she arrived, Saude reached out, pulled her close, and embraced her. Releasing her from the hug, Saude remarked, "Masha Allah! Honestly, I have never seen triplets who look so perfectly identical as you three do. I am incredibly happy for you that Allah has reunited you with your siblings, your father, and your entire extended family."
With a soft smile across her face, Sehrish replied, "Thank you so much."
"May Allah protect you all for us, bless your lives, and shield you from the malice of enemies."
They replied in unison, "Ameen"—and they weren't alone, as Abba, who had been listening to their conversation, answered along with them.
True to his promise to organize a massive feast (walima) to celebrate the public unveiling of the children of his younger brother, Abusufyan, Abba personally selected the date for the event. From that very day, he began calling extended relatives and cherished friends to break the news about the sudden appearance of Abusufyan’s children. He left no one out; he phoned everyone, starting from their relatives in Zaria and Damaturu to other states, and even those residing overseas. Everyone was informed.
The following morning, after Abbas returned to his own house, Amani asked him what had happened the previous day that prevented them from coming over. He then relayed the entire sequence of events regarding Sehrish and her sisters. A profound wave of joy washed over her—not for any random reason, but because she knew that Aunty Babba's malicious plan had completely shattered to pieces. The moment she heard that they were gorgeous young women between seventeen and eighteen years old, she erupted into a wicked laugh in her heart, thinking: Now I’ll see how Aunty Laila intends to achieve her selfish goals! If the immediate household hasn't even had its fill, how can food be handed to outsiders? This is going to be a total domestic cleanup. The matter is completely settled!
Amani herself grew highly impatient for the day of the feast to arrive so they could visit the house. She had heard that on that exact day, Aunty Babba and Hafsat would be arriving in Abuja. Her ultimate desire was to witness the sheer psychological shock and devastation that Aunty Babba would face the moment she laid eyes on the triplets.
The day of the feast also coincided with the exact day Ammi was scheduled to arrive alongside several extended family members. Similarly, Captain Najeeb and Talal were both returning home on that day for the sole purpose of setting their eyes on the children of their uncle, Abusufyan. Everyone was overflowing with intense anticipation to meet them, especially after hearing about the degrading, miserable life the girls had previously endured; a deep sense of pity and pure love took root in their hearts. Furthermore, MG Osman and Captain Adam were also returning home that day, having traveled to maintain family ties immediately after returning from the United States. Truly, it was bound to be a monumental day. Because of this, I (the author) and my readers will make special preparations to attend the house as uninvited guests—crashing the party out of pure love, simply putting ourselves out there!
Over the past few days, the triplets enjoyed an incredibly blissful life alongside their father. He remained constantly glued to their side. He personally sat them down and braided their hair into double cornrows (kalaba), just as he used to do when they were toddlers. When it was Sehrish's turn, he looked at her hair in utter surprise and asked, "How is it that I see your hair is short? Did you suffer an illness that required your hair to be chopped off?"
She shook her head and answered, "No, I committed an offense against Babba Yaya, and he used scissors to cut my hair."
The moment the words left her mouth, Abusufyan remarked sharply, "He only brought ruin upon himself!" Sehrish simply smiled, even though she didn't fully comprehend the deeper meaning behind her father's ominous statement. Throughout these days, they did not attend school. Abusufyan himself told them not to worry, assuring them that he would personally escort them back to the institution to ensure no one would penalize or interrogate them.
As for Sir Commander Haroon, he moved around the house like a total hypocrite. No one ever knew the exact times he sneaked into the house or when he slipped back out. It was glaringly obvious that he was secretly plotting something in the shadows.
AMRISH
Amrish sat inside her classroom, completely consumed by distress over not seeing Sehrish for the past couple of days. Whenever she tried dialing her phone number, it was unreachable, and even when she tried calling Junaid's phone, he wouldn’t answer. This state of affairs heavily unnerved her. She rested her chin in her hand, her eyes brimming with unshed tears from the weight of her anxiety. She deeply wished Sehrish were there, as her presence would at least stave off her loneliness. Wrapped up in these heavy thoughts, she didn't even notice when the teacher stepped into the classroom. After the teacher finished taking greetings from the students, he walked straight over to Amrish’s desk. Holding a marker, he lightly tapped it against her desk.
Startled, her eyes snapped up to face him. She scrambled to her feet upon recognizing Ya Mu'allim—who hadn't stepped foot in the school since the exact day he gave Sehrish that spiritual prayer water. Although they had received word that he had traveled for Umrah (the lesser pilgrimage), which was why a substitute teacher had replaced him, he was now back.
A faint smile crossed his face as he looked at her. "What are you thinking about so deeply that you didn't even notice me walk into the classroom?"
With a trembling voice, she replied, "Please forgive me, Ya Mu'allim. I am not feeling well, which is why I didn't realize you had entered."
He nodded understandingly, his eyes scanning over to Sehrish's empty seat. "Where is that girl? The girl from the Salahuddeen Hussein family? I noticed she isn't in class."
With a face masked in worry, Amrish explained, "She hasn't come. It has been almost four days now since she last attended school. I’ve tried calling her line repeatedly but it’s unreachable, and I even called her brother, but his phone is unavailable too."
Hearing this filled the teacher with a sudden dread. Could something terrible have happened to the girl? He desperately wanted to know what she had done with the prayer water he gave her—whether she had actually drunk it or not.
He nodded slowly and turned away, murmuring, "May Allah let it be a matter of safety. If she still hasn’t shown up by next week, I will personally visit their house to investigate the reason behind her absence."
Her heart heavy, Amrish slumped back into her seat. Her body began to tremble slightly from the mounting fear that something horrific might have befallen Sehrish. Ultimately, she resolved to find the location of Sehrish's house so she could go check on her personally.
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"May Allah bring us to that day in perfect health," Abba, Jahad, and Sehrish answered in unison.
Abusufyan intervened, saying, "You shouldn't call me 'Abba.' Because Brother Hussein is already addressed as Abba, it will create confusion, and people won't know which Abba you are referring to. Instead, you should call me Daddy so we can differentiate the names. I hope that suits you?"
"Yes, Daddy," they answered simultaneously. Hearing them say it brought immense joy to his heart.
"Abba—I mean, Daddy—what about our Oumma (mother)? Is it true that she lost her mind and is roaming around a trash dump in a state of insanity, just as Gwaggo Katsina claimed? And who is this 'Majnun' that Gwaggo mentioned, the one who supposedly taught our mother how to regain her senses?" Hosana asked.
Jahad chided her, "Look at you, your problem is that you lack a filter! The moment you hear the name 'Majnun,' you should automatically know exactly who is being referred to." Abusufyan simply smiled as he listened to their playful bickering.
Sehrish cut in, "For Allah's sake, stop talking so much. You're bothering our Daddy; he's sleepy, can't you see it in his eyes?"
He shifted his gaze to Sehrish, who had rested her head gently on his shoulder, before looking over at Jahad, who was also clinging tightly to him. Meanwhile, Hosana had plastered herself against his chest as if trying to crawl right back into his womb. Only Allah knew the sheer magnitude of happiness flooding his soul; the joy was so intense it felt overwhelming. His single greatest desire now was for Ammi to arrive and see the children. The moment she accepted them, he would have absolutely no worries left in the world. As for the issue of Sayyadi, he had fully resolved within himself that the man's hour of death had arrived. Since his case was now in the ruthless hands of Zaki (The Lion) and Damusa (The Leopard), he would undoubtedly taste his bitter comeuppance.
"Daddy, you haven't said anything! What about our Oumma? We desperately want to see her and be reunited," Hosana's voice pulled him back from the depths of his internal monologue.
Startled for a split second, he gently stroked her head and comforted them, "Do not worry. By the grace of Allah, everything is coming to an end. Wherever your Oumma is, by the permission of Allah, she will be found. I just want the dust to settle completely so that both you and I can attain absolute peace of mind. After that, I will personally initiate a thorough investigation to track down those former neighbors of yours. I am absolutely certain we will extract highly critical information from them."
The girls felt an immense wave of relief. Their ultimate dream was for their mother to step into this luxurious empire so they could continue living together as one big family under their father's lineage.
"Daddy, may Allah assist you and grant you ultimate victory in every single stride you take to bring an end to that evil man, alongside anyone who had a hand in harming our bloodline. May their dark secrets be exposed, and may Allah reveal our mother alive. Insha Allah, from this day forward, we will constantly back you up with prayers so that Ya Sayyadi can be successfully captured," Jahad declared.
Abusufyan smiled warmly at Jahad’s words. As soon as she finished speaking, Sehrish added, "Insha Allah, Daddy, we will support you with endless prayers. We will remain fiercely committed to contributing whatever we can to the investigation to unmask those who had a hand in torturing our family. Even though we are women and naturally fragile, that will never stop us from standing tall to put an end to Ya Sayyadi and his ilk—the literal demons backing his every move."
The moment she finished her sentence, Hosana chimed in fiercely, "Abba—Daddy, please! If you finally track down Ya Sayyadi, I want you to give me the permission to blow his brains out with a gun right in the center of his forehead, or shoot him directly in the heart so it stops beating forever!"
Abusufyan burst into hearty laughter listening to Hosana’s aggressive demands.
"Hosana, if he dies swiftly by a bullet, I feel like that's too easy of a death for him," Abusufyan countered. "I prefer for him to live like a walking corpse—alive, yet completely useless to himself and the world, to the point where he himself will continuously beg Allah to take his soul so he can finally rest. That is my view. But looking at the situation, we need to orchestrate a truly horrific, agonizing end for him. Which of you can pitch the best idea?" he asked, waiting for their answers.
Each girl began offering her own specific twisted strategy on how to design a horrific ending—a truly "bad ending"—for Ya Sayyadi. Hosana, true to form, gave the most brutal, merciless advice. Afterward, they began mapping out a beautiful, happy future for themselves once Ya Sayyadi and his cabal were terminated. They fantasized about traveling to various foreign countries on luxury vacations alongside their Daddy, their mother, and their siblings. (Author's internal note: I whispered to myself, "Include your future husbands in those vacation plans, it might add a bit more spice to the trip!")
Eventually, sleep overcame them all, and they drifted off together, tangled up in one another on the bed—a beautiful, heartwarming sight of a father and his perfectly identical lookalike children.
They slept heavily until around 10:00 AM, having accumulated a mountain of exhaustion over the previous days. Junaid’s father (Abba Hussein) quietly peeked into the room and found them completely spaced out, deep in sleep. A warm smile broke across his face. He pulled his phone out of his top pocket and snapped about three photos of the heartwarming scene. Once finished, he gently pulled the door shut, locking it behind him.
After leaving their wing, he headed straight to the kitchen, where Azmee was already close to wrapping up breakfast preparations. He was slightly surprised to find her working entirely alone.
Upon spotting him, she immediately paused her chores, stepped forward, and greeted him with deep respect. "Good morning, Abba. I hope you slept well? Yesterday brought us such immense joy! Hajiya Azeema informed me that Sehrish and her sisters are actually Abusufyan’s biological children! Wallahi, I am incredibly happy. Honestly, I had long noticed her uncanny resemblance to him."
With a bright, relaxed face, he replied, "Wallahi, Alhamdulillah! We have been blessed with an unexpected set of triplets. Honestly, I noticed I didn't see you around yesterday; I really wished you had been present to witness everything as it unfolded. You would have witnessed a profound miracle mixed with intense family drama. The backstory itself is incredibly painful to listen to, but on the other hand, we thank Allah for revealing these children to us as our own flesh and blood. We are deeply happy. In fact, I want us to organize a massive feast (walima) specifically dedicated to celebrating these children."
Azmee smiled and asked, "When will that be? Should we start making the preparations today?"
Abba shook his head indicating no, and said, "This particular feast is going to be exceptionally unique—a grand, monumental celebration. We need the dust to fully settle first. I will deliberate with Abusufyan, and once we finalize the blueprint, I will let you know so you can prepare to receive guests. We will hire extra hands to assist you with the cooking and chores."
Before he could even finish his statement, Azmee quickly interjected, "Oh no, Abba! I can handle it entirely on my own, there is absolutely no need to bring in external workers."
"Alright, no problem. But I notice you’ve been working yourself to the bone all alone. By the way, where is that fair-skinned girl? Laila's younger sister? I usually see her helping you out in the kitchen. Did she return to her family home?"
Azmee replied smoothly, "No, she hasn't gone home. She's just feeling a bit under the weather, so I told her to take a complete rest. Once she feels better, she will resume helping me, because she is an exceptionally hardworking girl."
Abba nodded. "May Allah grant her swift healing. I’ll mention it to Colonel Yousouf so he can examine her medical state."
Panicking slightly, Azmee quickly cut in, "Oh no, there's no need! I already administered some medication to her. It's just a minor stomach ache, Insha Allah she will be completely fine."
"Okay," he uttered before turning around and walking into the main living room.
He sat down on the sofa, a continuous smile plastered on his face as his mind replayed the image of Abusufyan surrounded by his triplets. He mused internally: Goodness, such is life. Everything passes if a servant of Allah exercises patience. Junaid was separated from his mother since he was a mere infant, yet yesterday there he was, wrapped tightly in her arms asleep. Abusufyan's triplets were separated from their father before their pregnancy was even showing; they endured a horrific, degrading life, yet today, their entire destiny has transformed as if they never tasted an ounce of suffering. Slowly but surely, they will completely forget every past trauma. Today, they are tucked away, sleeping peacefully in their father's embrace. Glory be to God.
Finally, he chuckled to himself, “Oh well, look at me sitting here with absolutely no one to hold me! Abusufyan is over there cuddling his children, and Junaid is pinned to his mother. Honestly, I’ve missed them so much.”
"Abba!"
The sudden call hit his ears, making him flinch slightly as he turned around to see who it was. It was none other than Junaid standing there with his hands resting playfully on his waist. He was still wearing his heavy shadda attire from the previous day, his face completely radiating joy, wearing a massive grin like someone who had just been given the glad tidings of entering Paradise.
An overwhelming surge of happiness consumed his father. He geared up to stand, but before he could fully rise, Junaid sprinted forward and dove directly into his chest, wrapping his arms around him tightly while yelling, "I really missed you, Abba!"
"I missed you deeply too, Junaid. I spent the entire night thinking about you," his father replied, gently patting his back.
They broke their embrace. Noticing his father glancing expectantly behind him, Junaid smirked. "Abba, you're looking for Mommy, right?"
Smiling, Abba asked, "So you figured it out? Where is she? Did you two not walk in together?"
Junaid playfully pouted his lips, which instantly sent a wave of panic through his father's chest.
With a suddenly anxious voice, Abba said, "Junaid, don't tell me she isn't coming? I swear to God, I hope she hasn't boarded a flight back to Australia! The moment I saw you walk in entirely alone, my heart dropped because I know exactly how stubborn her character can be."
Junaid burst into hysterical laughter seeing how incredibly panicked his father had become over his mother's brief absence.
Abba frowned playfully. "Oh, so you think this is a joke? Aren't you going to tell me where she is?!"
Right in the middle of his sentence, the rhythmic clicking of her heels echoed into the room. Before he even realized what he was doing, Abba instinctively pushed Junaid to the side. He froze, his eyes locked entirely onto her, a massive smile taking over his face.
She stopped in her tracks, scanning him up and down. She looked breathtakingly beautiful, courtesy of the custom makeup Junaid had personally applied to her face earlier. Junaid had personally applied her lipstick, sharpened her eyeliner, and dusted a fine layer of powder over her naturally fair skin, determined to make her look absolutely stunning for his father. Junaid had even handpicked her outfit: a magnificent, rich brown jallabiya paired with a perfectly rolled matching veil. She looked like an elegant Arab noblewoman, radiating an ethereal glow, standing tall with an imposing, graceful stature reminiscent of Sgr.
Junaid retreated to the sofa, sitting back to watch the show. He waited eagerly to see what they would do next as they stood frozen, gazing deeply into each other’s eyes with endless smiles.
She resumed her stride until she stood directly in front of him, face-to-face.
Junaid’s eyes went wide as he joked loudly, "We are in total trouble! Abba, look at how tiny you look standing in front of Mommy! Wait, is this seriously how you two looked when you got married? Oh my goodness!"
Junaid's hilarious commentary caused them both to burst into laughter. What tickled Junaid the most was his mother's striking height; standing next to her made their father look incredibly short.
They spent a long time simply exchanging deep, affectionate smiles before finally locking into a powerful, soul-stirring embrace, holding each other so tightly it felt as though they would melt into one person. They had endured an agonizingly long separation. Although Abba used to fly out to visit her in Australia in the earlier years, he had eventually stopped due to the overwhelming crises and responsibilities piling up at home.
They found it completely impossible to tear themselves away from each other's arms. Junaid sat right in front of them, his eyes glued to the scene as if he were watching an entertaining television program.
Right at that exact moment, the twins (Jahan and Ayaan) walked into the living room, driven by a raging hunger. Their eyes instantly landed on their mother locked in a tight embrace with their father. In absolute shock, their voices overlapped as they gasped, "Mommy?!"
The parents quickly pulled apart. The mother turned her tear-brimmed eyes toward Jahan and Ayaan, who stood frozen, their faces instantly illuminating with pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
Sprinting at lightning speed, the twins charged forward and threw their entire weight into her body. She scooped them both up simultaneously, pinning them tightly against her chest. Tears instantly flooded her eyes; she had missed her children beyond measure. With voices cracking on the verge of tears, they cried out in unison, "We really missed you, Mom! So it’s true, we are actually seeing you back inside our house?!" they finished as they slowly pulled back from the hug.
Seeing the tears streaming down their young cheeks, she reached out frantically to wipe them away, her own voice trembling with suppressed sobs as she managed to choke out, "I missed you too, my twins. I know I haven't been a good mother to you... I failed you."
Jahan instantly cut her off. "Mommy, so many terrible things have happened to us—things that I am absolutely certain would never have occurred if you had been by our side. We suffered terribly from your absence, Mom. We missed you so much."
"Mommy... but you're never going to leave us and go back there again, right?" Ayaan pleaded desperately.
She nodded her head frantically, confirming his hope. "I am back for good. I will never leave again. I will be with you for the rest of my life."
Their father simply stood to the side, a serene smile resting on his face as he watched the beautiful reunion of a mother and her sons. Pure, uninhibited happiness was systematically taking over the household, one event after another.
"Mommy, have you seen Junaid? He has grown so much! He cried his heart out over losing you when you were away. But now, I know you will shower him with all the love he missed. Please, Mommy, give him your utmost attention and care because he needs you far more than any of us," Ayaan said, glancing over at Junaid, who sat on the couch with a permanent smile.
She looked over at Junaid affectionately and promised, "Insha Allah, Ayaan. From this day forward, Junaid's entire world will change for the better. I will give him the most beautiful care imaginable—and not just him, but all of you together as one. By the way, I haven't seen Fawan, Irfan, or Colonel Yousouf. Are they all inside?"
Jahan answered, "They haven't woken up from sleep yet. Let me go call Fawan for you."
She gently stopped him, saying...
2. Summary of the Story
This excerpt from a popular Hausa novel follows a sweeping domestic saga detailing the dramatic structural healing of an elite, fractured polygamous family:
The Mother's Return (Mommy's Arrival): Concurrently, the biological mother of the boys (Junaid, Jahan, and Ayaan) arrives from Australia after a painful, prolonged maternal estrangement. The chapter concludes with highly emotional, tearful reunions between the long-separated husband, wife, and sons, signaling a complete restoration of the household.
3. Description
Setting: A highly affluent, aristocratic household in Abuja, Nigeria, with roots stretching across Zaria, Damaturu, and international locations like Australia and the United States.
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