Duniya Biyu Mabanbanta Compelet Complete Hausa Novel by Maman Shakur

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She headed straight to her room while Leemah continued to curse and insult her. As for the "big man" (AK), he slunk away, entering the room filled with shame and frustration over Aisha’s malice. Was she always like this? When did Aisha become so disrespectful?

After the Maghrib prayer, a text message arrived on his phone from an unknown number:

> *"The Hausa say that a woman marrying while pregnant is a matter of destiny. Congratulations! I congratulate you on nurturing someone else’s pregnancy while marrying a woman who has already been 'used up.' You look like an educated man; I hope your brain works as well as your face suggests. No matter how much you touch up an old car, it’s still an old car. Groom of Leemah, the 'rest house'—hahaha, the 'pious' daughter of the Malam. Don't worry about knowing who I am; I will present myself to you personally to claim what is mine that lives in your house."*

> 

From the moment he received that text, he was in total distress, analyzing every letter. His mind was completely boggled. However, he kept it to himself, vowing to resolve the suspicions creeping into his heart later that night, Insha Allah.

**In Brief:**

Around 10:00 PM, the bride (Leemah) had finished her elaborate preparations—incense, perfumes, and even overdosing on various traditional enhancements. She was acting restless. On AK’s side, he was also prepared and waiting in his pajamas. This time, he invited her to his room. By 11:00 PM, he turned off the lights, leaving only a dim bedside lamp. He pulled her close and began to touch her. Leemah could no longer hide her desperation and greed; she took full control of the encounter, her heavy breathing showing she was ready.

AK’s heart was pounding. He began to suspect something, fearing the text he had received earlier. Even though he was caught up in the moment, he was genuinely scared. Based on his research into female biology (which he had started after catching Aisha with the "Virus" group), he played along until the climax. When he made his move, he felt no resistance, no "signal," no barrier. It was wide open.

He began to pray (reciting *Salati*), thinking perhaps he was positioned incorrectly. Even though he lacked practical experience, a 35-year-old man isn't a fool; he has knowledge even if he hasn't practiced. He tried again and realized the truth: it was completely open. Leemah, lost in her own desire, was screaming for him to continue.

"What is this?" he thought. "Is this not Halima?" He tried to get up, but she started crying. "Oh, I’m dying of pleasure! Please, I need you, my groom, you feel so good!" She was completely out of her mind. (If you recall, Leemah could hardly go a day without a man, and she was desperate since it had been a while since her "tightening" surgery).

AK punched her in the mouth and began slapping her. “You wicked woman! May Allah judge between us! You are so young, yet you are as open as a woman who has given birth five times! You tightened yourself up thinking I was ignorant? Don't you know you can't cheat Allah? He has distinguished a divorcee from a virgin. I swear I will kill you tonight for ruining my body. I saved myself for my wife, and you’ve ruined me with your 'taxi' body that everyone has ridden!”

He beat her while putting his clothes back on. She begged him, "I swear I’ve known no one but you! I’m a virgin, don't slander me! Help, he’s going to kill me!" He beat her like she was a grown man. “Allah will judge you for cheating me! I thought I bought a brand-new car in a box, only to open it and find a dead engine!”

He wept as Leemah lay sprawled by the door, having fainted from a punch to the stomach. Her face was a mess of blood and tears. Aisha had been knocking for five minutes. She had been kept awake by the noise. At first, she thought it was just their usual business, but when she heard AK’s voice, Leemah’s pleas, and the sound of the beating, she realized a war was happening in the room.

AK was crying loudly. “O Allah, I have not been a fornicator! I am a servant who loathes adultery! My Lord, what did I do to be matched with an adulteress whom it seems every man in town knows?”

"Brother AK, for the sake of Allah, open the door!" Aisha cried out, feeling deep pity for him. He opened the door and hugged her so tightly they almost fell. His strength had left him. “Aisha, she cheated me. I married an adulteress. Aisha, I know there is no one you hate more than me, but please, console me today as an act of religious charity. My heart is breaking. Tell me sweet words of comfort...”

She silenced him with her hand as they sank to the floor, his head on her lap. She stroked his hair while he sweated and wept. “I loathed adultery so much, yet Allah matched me with a world-class prostituted girl. I thought I married a pious woman.”

When she tried to move, he clung to her. “Please don't leave me, Eesha. I’m sorry. I will live with you for the rest of my life. At least I know the truth of how I married you. My head is exploding, Aisha...”

“Brother AK, let me get you some cold water.”

“No, no, don't get up. I need you more than water.”

They stayed like that for fifteen minutes. She looked at his face and saw his eyes closed as if sleeping, though tears still fell. She hated AK, but anyone with a heart would pity him in this state. When she tried to get up again, he asked where she was going.

“I want to cover her up. It’s not right to leave her like that.”

He stood up, remembering Leemah on the floor. “Don't you dare go near her! What modesty is left for a body that the winds of the world have already dried out? Let her be.”

“She isn't breathing, Brother AK! What if something happens?”

“I would love that. Let her die.”

He took his phone and called his doctor, telling him there was an emergency and to come at dawn with assistants and equipment for HIV testing. He locked his room, unable to look at Leemah. Aisha led him to her room. He was stumbling. She managed to get him to perform his ablutions, then he collapsed on the floor, shivering with a high fever. She covered him with a blanket. He held her hand, not wanting her to leave. At dawn, they prayed together. As it grew light, Aisha slipped out to check on Leemah. She was still on the floor, breathing shallowly, her face swollen. Aisha felt pity for her; she was a fellow woman, after all. She covered her with a long black dress. Just then, she heard a knock. It was the doctor.

### **Part 2: The Shocking Result and the Confrontation**

Aisha put on a large hijab and went out with AK. He slumped onto a sofa while Aisha opened the door for the doctor.

"Doctor," AK said, “I want you to take my blood for testing, and take the blood of that 'worldly girl' in there too. I want the results immediately.”

The doctor complied. Aisha showed him Leemah’s room. Leemah stubbornly refused to have her blood drawn. In a fit of rage, AK entered the room and started kicking her like a football. The doctor barely managed to pull Leemah away while Aisha watched, helpless. Terrified that AK would kill her, Leemah finally surrendered. She wept, cursing AK under her breath. How did he know she wasn't a virgin? Was he not an amateur himself?

Leemah tried to sneak out of the house in a hijab before the doctor returned, knowing the danger she was in if he found out she was pregnant. AK caught her and delivered a massive slap that made her see stars. She collapsed in the parlor, gasping for breath and regretting her decision to marry AK. She had never met a man so merciless.

Aisha went to the kitchen to escape the drama and made tea, bread, and eggs. She ate while watching TV, ignoring them entirely. The doctor returned and handed AK the results. He shook AK's hand.

*"Congratulations, sir. Your wife is three months pregnant."*

AK stared, unable to comprehend. “Speak to me in Hausa so I understand!”

“Sir, I mean your wife is three months pregnant.”

"Oh no! I was raped!" Leemah cried out.

"Wait, pregnant? Everyone has a stomach!" AK shouted, eyes wide with shock.

“Yes, sir, but hers has a living human being in it. A baby that has been there for three months.”

"What? In my house? My wife? A new bride? *Innalillahi wa inna ilaihir raji'un!*" he repeated endlessly. Aisha turned off the TV, shocked. She never thought Leemah would do this. Leemah crawled to AK’s feet. “Spare me! Keep my secret as Allah keeps yours! I was raped! I repent!”

AK looked at her with pure loathing. On the first night of marriage, his "virgin" bride is three months pregnant? It meant she came into his house with another man's child. "What about HIV?" he asked the doctor.

"Alhamdulillah, both of you are negative," the doctor replied, baffled by the scene.

The security guard entered and announced that a man had come looking for the "new bride," claiming he had "property" in the house. A man named **Mahuta** pushed his way in, dressed casually and smiling.

“Halima! The 'rest house' daughter of the Malam. Oops, forgive my manners. Assalamu Alaikum! I’m just so happy to see my unborn baby.”

Leemah froze. "Ma... Mahuta?" she stammered. “What are you doing here? How did you find me?”

“Knowing where you are isn't hard. Your friends—Meenah and the others—brought me. They’re in the car; they said to say hello.”

"Who the hell are you?" AK screamed. “How dare you enter my house?”

“Calm down, sir. I’ll explain. My name is Mahuta. I am Halima’s boyfriend and the father of the baby in her womb. I came to check on my baby; I was worried all night. I hope you’re feeding them well.”

AK gathered a strength he didn't know he had and delivered a brutal punch to Mahuta’s mouth. Blood sprayed everywhere. AK vowed to kill him. The guard and doctor tried to pull him off, but AK was relentless, even knocking out one of Mahuta's teeth. Mahuta finally managed to escape, running to his car at full speed, realizing AK was truly dangerous.

Leemah also tried to run, limping out without shoes or a veil. AK chased them. Before he could reach them, his breathing became shallow and he collapsed. Aisha screamed his name, weeping. With the doctor's help, they put AK in the car. Aisha sat in the back with his head on her lap. “Don't go! Don't leave me! Brother AK, you are my happiness, I won't leave you even if you beat me, just don't die!”

"Calm down, madam, he won't die, Insha Allah," the doctor said, speeding through the streets. They reached the emergency room, and Aisha was barred from entering, her face soaked in tears.

**Epilogue Snippets:**

 * AK was stabilized after a long struggle. His heart had begun to swell from the extreme emotional distress.

 * The doctor warned the family that AK is a man who internalizes grief, which makes him susceptible to physical illness. They must keep him calm and happy.

 * Mahuta returned to his wealthy parents, bloody and missing a tooth. His mother was furious, promising a legal war against Leemah's family. “We aren't poor! If we don't want the pregnancy, we can end it; if we do, we have servants to raise it! I won't let this go!”

 * Leemah was left wandering like a madwoman, shunned by some and pitied by others.

Section 1: The Tragedy of Leemah**

Leemah continued to cry as she watched her mother staring at her without even blinking. She had been braced for a beating, but the silence began to terrify her. For five minutes, Mama just stared; it was a silent standoff in the room, broken only by the sound of Leemah’s sobbing. Finally, Mama spoke, her voice heavy:

“What was our failure as parents? Was it the education or the care we gave you? Are you pregnant, or am I dreaming? My daughter? Me? To hear that she is carrying a bastard...”

"Please Mama, have mercy, it was destiny (kaddara)..." Leemah pleaded.

"Destiny? What kind of destiny is this that descends into the home of scholars?" Mama collapsed to the ground, wailing and beating her chest, begging God to take her life rather than witness this black day—her own daughter, Hafiza, whom they raised with education and discipline, was three months pregnant before she had even spent a week in marriage.

Mama wept while Malam Liman stood frozen against the wall, watching his wife and daughter as if he were watching a movie. His eldest son and the people who came with him tried to console him, but he signaled them with his hand to leave him alone. Everyone there felt deep pity for Malam; for the first time in history, tears were seen streaming down his face. He eventually went to Mama, kneeling to pull her to his chest. As they prepared to leave the room, Mama’s eyes rolled back, foam began to come from her mouth, and her body shook as if she were being electrocuted.

Leemah let out a scream and rushed toward her mother, shaking her. Doctors immediately rushed in to take Mama away. Meanwhile, Leemah’s eldest brother began to beat her mercilessly from all sides, crying and cursing her. Malam Liman watched them, then collapsed himself while reciting prayers. The hospital descended into chaos. Malam’s three sons swarmed Leemah, beating her everywhere, vowing to kill her since she was the cause of their parents' collapse. She was barely rescued from their hands, motionless and bleeding. The hospital was packed; since Malam Liman was a well-known figure, journalists and TV stations arrived to scramble for the story. Leemah was rushed away; she had lost three teeth—two from the top and one from the bottom—and despite all efforts, they could not stabilize her breathing. She was slipping into a coma.

### **Section 2: AK and Aisha’s Turning Point**

AK had changed completely, which began to scare Aisha, seeing as he was now so talkative. He had spent a difficult day in the hospital, pleading with Aisha all night to forgive him. He noticed that despite everything he had done to her, she still nursed him. He tried to get her to sleep on the bed, but she refused, spending the night praying for her life to settle so she could find happiness. AK watched her, fascinated, until he fell asleep.

The next morning, he insisted he wouldn't eat, claiming his hand hurt. He claimed Mahuta had hit his hand so hard it might be dislocated. Aisha stared in amazement at how expert AK had become at lying; she remembered clearly that he hadn't even given Mahuta the chance to hit him. He stubbornly refused to eat despite his hunger, saying if "Eesha" didn't feed him by hand, he would rather die of hunger. Aisha hardened her heart, not wanting him to see her weakness, even though she felt pity.

Just then, his younger brother Abdulhakeem walked in. AK frowned and grumbled, “Can't a person have a moment alone with his family today? Mtseww.”

Hakeem sat down smiling. “Daddy said I should come spend the night with you so Anty can go home and rest.”

"Sleep with who? Not me! Which Anty? Not my Eesha?" AK snapped, looking like he wanted to slap Hakeem. "God forbid I sleep in a room with a grown man when I have a wife to look after me. My Eesha, don't you want the reward for nursing your husband?" He smiled at her.

Aisha stood up and grabbed her hijab. She looked at Hakeem. “Good, feed him. He says he can't use his hands. I'm going. See you in the morning.”

"Wait, wait!" Hakeem laughed, clapping his hands. “You mean I should feed this big man? No way! You're joking. I won't feed a grown man. Look, feed your husband!”

"Am I the big man?" AK asked, sounding serious and frowning.

“I'm sorry bro, but you and your wife are very funny.”

"I'm leaving," Aisha said, heading for the door. AK made a sudden leap—as if he wasn't even sick—and grabbed her. He hugged her tightly from behind with both arms. She let out a small cry and tried to wiggle free, but he wouldn't let go. She began to fake-whimper and stomp her feet playfully.

AK looked at Hakeem, who was staring open-mouthed at his brother's new style. “Well, you gossips, give us some space. Go outside and find me some sweet oranges.”

"May God give you patience! How can I watch this embarrassment?" Hakeem stood up. "But Bros, what about those oranges?" he asked, pointing to a pile of oranges in the corner.

"Look, those aren't the ones I want. You're wasting our time." Without shame, AK turned Aisha to face him. Her face was covered in tears. He tried to remove her hijab, but she clutched it tight. Hakeem locked the door behind him, wondering when his brother became so bold.

### **Section 3: The Confession**

Aisha wept, remembering the abuse and humiliation AK had put her through. To her, this seemed like a mockery—how could he suddenly say he loves her after just one day? Was it just lust?

“No, my Eesha, please, not again. I don't want to be the reason for your tears. From today until forever, please my wife, don't punish me... have mercy on me.”

"Because you lost your 'Sweet 18' [Leemah]? Because you lost your beloved wife? Now I'm the one you want? The 'useless girl from the motor park,' the 'undisciplined' one, the one 'without a guardian' who 'wasted her honor on the streets'?" Aisha cried out.

“No, Eesha, please don't say that. Understand your AK. I know I was selfish and I hurt you in ways you may never forgive. Give me any punishment I deserve, but stay with me. If you knew the madness of the love I have for you, you would pity me.”

"Oh yes," she said, trying to pull away. “A love of pain and slavery? A love of humiliation and beatings? I’ve never heard of such 'love' even in the days of ignorance (Jahiliyyah).”

AK shook his head as if he were about to cry, his eyes filling with regret and self-hatred. Aisha continued to cry, recalling the torture. “Tell me, is this how love is in your world? If so, go find someone else to 'love' like that, not me! Never again! Or wait until your 'beloved wife' returns...”

He covered her mouth with his own, his heart breaking at the mention of Leemah. She tried to fight him off, but he placed her on the hospital bed, hovering over her. They stayed like that for ten minutes until Aisha’s strength faded. He released her mouth and began to lick away her tears, promising they would never fall because of him again, only for joy. Aisha closed her eyes, her body shaking. *Is this a dream? Is Yaya AK really saying he loves me? Will I actually see this day for real and not just in a dream?*

The doctor, who had been standing there for a minute, cleared his throat and looked away smiling. He had come to check on AK. “Sir, it seems all you need is a discharge paper. Since I didn't come in time, maybe we would have found a 'baby' in this room as a souvenir!”

Hakeem walked back in and burst out laughing at the doctor’s comment. AK sat on the edge of the bed, flustered, trying to fix Aisha’s headscarf which he had removed. She snatched it and hid her face in embarrassment.

"Let me write your discharge papers," the doctor joked. “Clearly, the 'Madam's' medicine is more effective than the hospital's!”

As they left, AK started packing.

"Bros, what's this? Where are you going?" Hakeem laughed.

"I don't know, weren't you there when I was discharged? And why are you back? Go home!" AK pushed Hakeem out and locked the door while Hakeem kept laughing.

### **Section 4: The Aftermath**

Hakeem drove them home. At the gate, the security guard wanted to tell them that the police had come looking for AK, but seeing he was just back from the hospital, he kept quiet. Inside, Aisha's friend Bilki arrived, and they cleaned the house until it smelled wonderful.

AK bathed and changed into a white jallabiya. He smiled at Bilki. “Our sister, welcome. How is Mama?”

"They are fine, they sent their greetings," she replied. Even though she used to hate AK, she respected him for the sake of her sister.

"My Eesha, I'm hungry. Please feed me," AK said, trying to get Aisha’s sympathy. She didn't argue. She served Jollof rice and peppered chicken. She sat by him at the dining table and began to feed him, avoiding eye contact. AK ate peacefully, wondering how to make things right. *Yah Rabbi, find me a way out in my home,* he prayed.

After he was full, Aisha took her own plate to the parlor to eat with Bilki. AK didn't want her to leave; he just wanted to stare at her. He wondered: *How do you console a woman? Should I kneel and let her ride on my back? No, she’s too big, she’d break me!* He smiled at the thought of her.

### **The Situation Elsewhere**

At the hospital, Malam Liman and Mama regained consciousness but were kept for observation. Malam didn't mind; he was too ashamed to face the public. He realized this was a test, partly due to his own negligence in his daughter's upbringing. He resolved that if things settled, he would accept Halima (Leemah) back. He wouldn't be like parents who run from their children's mistakes. He would care for her and the pregnancy, even if the town mocked him for “nursing a bastard.”

Meanwhile, Mahuta’s father (the politician) was advised by his lawyers to drop the case. "Sir, this isn't about money anymore. The whole community is watching because she is a scholar’s daughter. If we push this, it will come out that a prominent politician’s son got her pregnant. Your political career will be over." The father wiped his sweat and went quiet.

Mahuta got a prosthetic tooth and planned to travel abroad for better dental work. He didn't care about the scandal; he moved into a new house with Leemah’s former friends, Meenah and Feenah, continuing his lifestyle without shame.

### **The Cliffhanger**

Back at the house, at 10:00 PM, AK went into Leemah’s room and packed up all her dowry and belongings—twelve suitcases and two large bags. He found the gold jewelry he had given her. He hauled everything into the parlor, exhausted.

He went to Aisha’s room and knocked until she opened. She was wearing blue pajamas and smelled lovely.

"What is it? I was sleeping," she pouted.

“My Aisha, we need to talk. Meet me in the parlor.”

She followed him and stopped in shock at the pile of expensive suitcases.

"Sit down, Queen of women," AK said, gesturing next to him. She sat on the arm of the chair, far from him.

"Aisha," he said in a husky voice. “All these things here... I give them to you. They are yours. If there’s anything you don’t like, give it away. If there’s anything else you want, tell me.”

Aisha looked at the gifts in shock. *Is he trying to buy me? Is it because the 'beloved wife' is gone that he's giving me her things?*

"Aisha, listen to me," AK said, sitting close and taking her hands. “Before you were even old enough to understand, when they used to call you my wife as a joke, I already loved you. I wanted nothing more than to care for you until you actually became mine. I hated seeing you cry. Going abroad wasn't my choice—I didn't want you to get used to anyone else. I stayed away only because I had to finish my studies. I never loved anyone but you. You are the only one in my eyes.”

Aisha’s tears fell—tears of pity and confusion. She remembered how they used to be close.

"But... if you loved me, why did you humiliate me? Why did you make me suffer?" she whispered.

“Don't blame me... it was my love for you that caused it. You were the reason for everything I did...”

**The author asks the readers:**

*Should Aisha accept the gifts? How should AK apologize to win her over?*