Kanwar Matatah Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel

She was crying bitterly in front of the doctor, saying,

“I swear by the greatness of Allah, doctor, I have never had sex in my life! I don’t know how this pregnancy entered my body. Unless I was pushed into it.”

Doctor Kamal remained silent, looking at her with that kind of gaze that suggested she was insulting his intelligence. From her entire appearance, he had already concluded that she was not a woman of self-restraint. She was wearing tight pencil trousers and a monkey jacket thrown over her shoulders. On her head was a heavy attachment hairstyle done in shuku—Ghana weaving—in maroon and black colors. Everything about her lacked decency. Even her fingernails were artificial, the long, flashy type. Her eyelashes were also artificial, thick and exaggerated.

He glanced at the test results in his hand, which showed a two-week pregnancy, then looked up at her again and handed the paper to her, saying,

“A scanning machine can never lie to you! This is the third time I’ve sent you for a scan, and for the last one I personally took you myself for confirmation. Yet the result is still the same. So it’s left for you to go back and think carefully about where you got the pregnancy from. A lot of patients are waiting outside. I’m done with you!”

As he spoke, Doctor Kamal pointed her toward the exit. He had been suppressing his anger for a while. He hated seeing immoral women in his life.

She burst into another round of crying and said,

“Please, doct—”

She didn’t get to finish before he angrily pointed at the door and shouted,

“Out of my sight right now before I call security to throw you out! You shameless girls—still young, yet you chase men because of worldly desires. After you get pregnant, you come here crying that you don’t know how it happened, as if we’re fools. And when we show you sympathy, you start begging for the pregnancy to be terminated. Allah should have been taking your lives while people were trying to remove those pregnancies. Worthless girls!”

Doctor Kamal said this angrily.

From the moment he shouted the first time, she had quickly picked up her handbag and the paper he handed to her and rushed out, her heart pounding with fear because of the doctor’s harsh manner.

She left the hospital completely. After walking some distance away, she found a spot under a tree and sat down, crying intensely.

A car passed by at high speed, then reversed back to where she was. The driver rolled down the window and said,

“Sssss… hi babe!”

She lifted her head sharply, shot him a furious glare, then bent her head down between her thighs and continued crying. The driver drove off, leaving her in a cloud of dust.

She stood up and began walking slowly, just as a loud thunderclap sounded, signaling a heavy storm. She quickly looked up at the sky and saw dark clouds gathering with rain imminent. She didn’t care and kept walking.

She had barely taken five steps when rain began pouring heavily, like it was being emptied from a bucket. She didn’t seek shelter and continued walking on foot, feeling as though the beating rain might wash away the pain she was carrying inside.

When she realized she could no longer see clearly ahead, she found a small shelter where a few people were standing—mostly commercial motorcycle riders and passengers. The rain lasted for about an hour before easing, as it was close to Maghrib time. It turned into a light drizzle, the kind that could still soak someone thoroughly.

In that condition, she stepped back into the rain and kept walking. Despite the long distance to her home, she continued on foot, starting from a small private hospital located near Fire…