Auren Huce Haushi Book 3 Complete Hausa Novel

Subhanallah, the people in the parlour were shocked. Quickly, Ammah and Aunty Hasana moved to where Mama had fallen, with Ammah saying,

“By Allah’s will, her body is still alive! Hasana, go find Abdul Hakeem or Hamza, take her to the hospital!”

“Honestly, Kam, since this thing started, it seems like it’s becoming something else entirely,” Hajiya Kaltume said sharply, while someone from the crowd asked,

“Does she not have hypertension?”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking,” Ammah added.

In a short while, Hamza and Imam arrived, while outside Abdul Hakeem came with a car. Zilai and Sahura accompanied him as they headed outside, with Aunty Hasana backing them up as they left.

After everything calmed down, Hajiya Kaltume finally had the chance to face the guests. Immediately, they began offering them gifts—Alawiyya and Magaji, who had not gone to the hospital because they knew the commotion would only worsen Mama’s condition. Anyone who said the water wasn’t boiling properly or that it wasn’t hot enough was ignored.

They went outside with food and only ate after performing prayer. Then Aunty Surayya presented the wedding gifts to Hajiya Kaltume and Inna Maimuna. Since Mama had fallen earlier, she had stepped aside, knowing their ill intentions, and began questioning them. But however much she tried to interfere with Zahra’s matters, Allah, the Provider, showed His power. Despite the enemies’ efforts to harm someone, His strength prevailed. Zahra had created such a distance—like between heaven and earth—that no one could have imagined, even in dreams or guesses.

Everyone was very grateful. Then Aunty Surayya brought a key and handed it to Hajiya Kaltume, saying,

“Here, Ammi said to bring it to Ammah. Greet her properly before anything else happens, and make sure to thank her very well.”

No one there was surprised at this grand gift for the mother of the bride.

The women from the neighborhoods who had come began opening the gifts, and it was clear that good blessings were being placed inside.

Aunty Mahafuza, Ibrahim’s wife, said,

“Where is our bride? Let us greet her before we deliver the gifts to her.”

Inna Maimuna replied,

“Get up, let’s go. She’s not far, she’s in that room.”

Zahra got up, saying,

“It’s better we start from here; this is the first time she will know me among her husband’s women.”

Inna Maimuna went ahead, followed by Mahafuza behind, all the way to the bedroom where Zahra, Mujiba, and her siblings were. Inna Maimuna, Salima, and Ibtihal opened the door. When they entered, Mahafuza’s eyes landed on Zahra, who was sitting on the sofa, a lace covering on her father’s side. She recognized her name and was struck by Zahra’s exceptional beauty. Zahra was fiddling with her iPhone 16 Plus, raising her sexy eyes. Their eyes met—Zahra and Mahafuza—for a moment, and suddenly Zahra was so impressive it left Mahafuza stunned.

“Tabarakallahu Ahasanul Kaliqin, Masha Allah,” she said in her heart. To her, this was the same girl Habib had mentioned, the one he couldn’t describe properly.

With a smile, Zahra greeted them warmly, and Salima responded, returning the greeting. Calmly and respectfully, Zahra also greeted Mahafuza.

They offered Mahafuza a seat:

“Sit here, Aunty,” they said.

She sat by the bed, discreetly watching Zahra. The girl had such charisma that Mahafuza felt overwhelmed. Though she herself was well-dressed and attractive, seeing Zahra made her feel small. Zahra’s poise and the way she followed the gift-giving protocol—even with just four women present—showed her dignity. From outside, Mahafuza could feel her own pride wane, realizing Zahra would not be easily undermined.

Indeed, she saw that Zahra was Zahra: graceful, confident, and someone whose dignity would not be easily compromised.