Ameenatou Book1 Complete Hausa Novel

Just as it is certain that prayer does not prevent death, so too the land of the grave does not plant anything except to bury what has been buried. Destiny is like sand; whether it is compacted or loose, it remains. Life and destiny walk together like siblings. That is why every life comes with its own kind of destiny. Whoever you see today is following what was set yesterday.

With extreme haste and intense trembling, their elderly matriarch emerged from the room without worrying about the heavy rain pouring down on them, with its strong wind and darkness.

She headed straight for the kitchen hearth, using both hands to wipe the water off her face so she could see properly.

After fully drying herself, she let her tear-filled eyes, heavy with anxiety and agitation, fall. But the state they were in at that moment surpassed the pain of any sorrow, so she proceeded to where their stove fire was and began trying to arrange the remaining wood to ignite the fire, despite the strong rain and wind.

She felt movement behind her, but she could not turn because she was focused on quickly arranging the fire, knowing that only her husband, the father of her children, was behind her.

He circled around her. His clothes were soaked with water, as was the cloth he had wrapped around himself. Despite all the rain, he stood at the doorway of the room from morning until afternoon prayer, moving only slightly. He waited, standing, unsure whether to sit or stand. He went to the wall and returned, hoping only that God would make this ordeal easy for them, or perhaps use it as a small test of the destinies they were encountering in this life.

As she arranged the wood to ignite the fire, he began helping, narrowing his eyes against the harsh rain. He was old, and the rain soaking him made him squint. She, too, struggled to light the stove, but the rain and wind would not allow it. Yet she did not stop trying, her hands trembling from the cold and her body weakened by worry and fear.

He, the elder, helped shield the wind and rain with his hands so she could light the fire. He knew that at this moment, a strong fire would not easily catch, because the stove itself was drenched. Yet neither of them would give up, for their hearts were not at ease. There was only one thought in their minds: they could not survive if anything happened to what was in the room where life was beginning.

This was every ounce of their courage and resilience to continue living despite the hardships that kept coming. The elder was the head of the house and its pillar. He was their guide, and she was the light of his heart and his central support. Without her, he would not have the courage to continue being the head of his family.

His hands, trembling, reached out to take hers, helping her lift the stove. But the melting coals in the pan began to dissolve in his hand from the rain that had soaked it completely.