Tubali Part 1 Book Compelet

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This terrified Jannart completely, making her whole body shake, just as his body was shaking. Then he grabbed her tightly, wrapping his arms around her to block any real movement.

Seeing this, Jannart opened her mouth in panic, her voice shaking as she started to cry out, "Innalillahi wa innailaihi rajiun! Mamy! Mamy!! Mamy!!! Look at what he is doing!!!!"

Meanwhile, in extreme shock and distress, Mamy began pacing back and forth in the middle of the parlor not knowing what to do, repeatedly calling out to Ramadan. "Ramadan! Ramadan!!! Come quickly!!! Rayyern is not feeling well!"

Dr. Sulaiman, the one who had brought Rayyern back, pushed open the front door hurriedly. He hadn’t come in immediately because he had stopped to tell Baba Mauɗo that Rayyern’s sudden illness had flared up again. He rushed breathlessly into the parlor, with Baba Mauɗo following right behind him. Meanwhile, Hadi and Ari the gateman had stayed standing outside in the compound, looking completely desolate and glum. Because anyone with a shred of empathy—who knew how agonizing Rayyern’s illness was when it struck, feeling as though it might carry away his soul—would undoubtedly be filled with terror.

This was why Hadi quickly pulled out his phone and called Abba. As soon as Abba answered in a distressed tone, Hadi said, "Alhaji, Rayyern’s health crisis has started."

In a panic, Abba looked at the people he was with, stood up abruptly, and said, "Rayyern is not well." Saying this, he walked out of the parlor, clearly taking a private call.

As soon as he disconnected the call with Hadi, Ramadan called. The moment Ramadan answered, Abba demanded, "Where are you, Ramadan?" Quickly, Ramadan replied, "Abba, I am in Minjibir. Is everything alright?" With an urgent and commanding tone, Abba said, "Hurry up and head home right now. Rayyern’s illness has flared up again today."

In extreme distress, Ramadan stood up, abandoning whatever he was doing, and with an intensely panicked voice said, "Innalillahi wa innailaihi rajiun! Hamma Rayyern’s illness has started again? Where is Hamma Rayyern right now, Abba?"

Abba, standing outside with grief and anxiety, said, "He is at home. Hurry up and get here." Having said that, he hung up and continued driving.

A panicked Ramadan looked at Riyyam-nsra, who was asking, "Hamma Ramadan, what happened?" He finished speaking with his eyes wide open.

Ramadan squeezed his eyes shut tightly, filled with the sorrow of what Abba had told him. He grabbed Riyyam-nsra’s hand, dragged him toward the parking lot, and said in deep distress, "Riyyam, let’s go home. Today Hamma Rayyern’s stomach illness has flared up again—something that hasn't happened in over two, nearly three years, but today it has happened to him again."

"Innalillahi!" was all Riyyam-nsra kept repeating just as they got into the car. Stepping hard on the gas pedal at full speed, Ramadan drove off, saying, "Ya Rabbi, Ya Allah, grant my Hamma health. We had all completely assumed he was fully healed since we saw years pass without it recurring."

Back inside the house, in a state of sheer panic, Mamy grabbed Dr. Sulaiman’s hand and frantically pulled him toward Jannart and Rayyern, who was lying face down on Jannart's lap.

With a trembling voice, Mamy pleaded, "Sulaiman, check Rayyern for me. Is he still alive? Check him, look, he isn’t moving at all!" She finished speaking as heavy, wild tears streamed down her face.

It was only then that Jannart lowered her head and stared at him. It was true—he had stopped moving; all the shaking and trembling of his body had ceased. Her eyes widened as she looked at Mamy, who was crying out, "Innalillahi wa innailaihi rajiun! Sulaiman, check Rayyern for me. Don't let him leave us while we still have pending duties we haven't fulfilled toward him."

Dr. Sulaiman tried to hold her hand, wanting to make her sit down, but in vain. She was completely frantic, with tears pouring endlessly from her eyes.

Baba Mauɗo quickly stepped in front of Jannart and crouched down. In a state of deep anxiety, he placed his hand on Rayyern’s neck—since he was lying face down—and with a trembling voice, the old man began calling his name: "Rayyern! Rayyern!! RAYYANU!!! Muhammad Muhammadu, wake up. Open your eyes, my Mauɗo!!!" He finished speaking as tears rolled down his cheeks.

Seeing the old man cry caused Jannart’s tears to break loose as well. The immense pity for the old man and Mamy deeply fractured her heart. Outwardly, one could clearly discern the intense panic and shock they were in, alongside the profound love for him shining in the depths of their eyes.

As for Rayyern, who felt as though his mind was trapped in a world filled with intense agony and torment, he could hear their voices only faintly. Yet, he could not respond at all, even though he heard Baba Mauɗo calling his name. He lacked the strength to even move the tiny muscles of his lips because of the severe pain he was enduring.

Dr. Sulaiman, trying to bring some comfort to Mamy, managed to seat her on a couch and said gently, "Mamy, Rayyern is breathing. Nothing has happened to him. Please calm down, Insha Allah he will get well. I gave him an injection back at the hospital; right now the pain is starting to subside, and Insha Allah it will stop completely." Dr. Sulaiman finished speaking in a soothing, reassuring tone meant to calm Mamy down.

Right at that moment, Abba walked in. He quickly strode to the center of the parlor and came up beside Baba Mauɗo, calling out in a panic, "Rayyern!" Then he turned around hurriedly upon hearing Dr. Sulaiman say, "Abba, please calm down. Leave him for a little while, and he will be able to answer you soon. I gave him an injection, Insha Allah he will get relief."

Abba let out a long, heavy breath and went to sit on a nearby couch.

Meanwhile, Mamy still could not stop her tears. Her heart refused to settle because she lived in constant fear that something might happen to Rayyern, especially knowing from experience that whenever this stomach illness struck, it was never a mild affair.

Jannart, with her head bowed, could feel how tightly Rayyern was gripping her with immense force. That tight grip caused her waist to ache fiercely, because it wasn't a playful grip, but a desperate clutch for survival.

Ramadan and Riyyam-nsra rushed into the parlor one after the other, both looking completely frantic—especially Ramadan, who knew the severe torment their Hamma went through when this illness struck.

They hurried toward him, but stopped short upon seeing Abba, Baba Mauɗo, and Mamy seated. Baba Mauɗo was shedding tears, Mamy was weeping, and Jannart—with Rayyern lying completely limp across her lap like a corpse—was also shedding tears. Abba was supporting his chin, and a single glance at his face revealed the heavy panic written across it.

Seeing this, Ramadan’s heart skipped a beat, and instantly his entire body began to tremble with fear, because they feared Rayyern had died.

In a state of intense panic, vulnerability, and shock, Riyyam-nsra let out a piteous sob. He slid down to the floor, pressed his face against Rayyern’s feet, and with a broken, tear-choked voice, cried out: "Innalillahi wa innailaihi rajiun! Mamy, death will not let me fulfill your wish! Oh, my God! Mamy, I wish you were here to see the condition of your bloodline! Mamy, I swear it's him, I swear it's them!"

As for Abba and the others, the intense panic they were trapped in made it impossible for them to catch or understand Riyyam-nsra’s words; they couldn't even hear what he was saying properly.

Rayyern, whose consciousness was slipping away, heard the boy’s crying and his words only faintly. Though he didn't fully grasp what was being said, he heard some of the statements—though he was currently in no condition or state of mind to analyze or ponder them.

Dr. Sulaiman stepped close to Riyyam-nsra, pulled him into his arms to sit him down, and said, "Riyyam-nsra, stop crying. He hasn't passed away; the pain is just starting to subside, and look, even your Abba has calmed down."

It was then that Ramadan let out a deep breath, releasing the heavy, stone-like weight that had locked up his chest, as he had almost stopped breathing entirely.

Riyyam-nsra, unable to hold back his tears, asked, "Yah Sulaiman, are you serious? Is my Hamma Rayyern really breathing?"

Dr. Sulaiman nodded his head and quickly replied, "Yes, Riyyam-nsra, he hasn't died; look, he is breathing. In a few minutes, he will wake up, Insha Allah."

They all let out a collective sigh of relief.

It was only then that Mamy managed to stop her tears, while Baba Mauɗo’s tears simply refused to dry. Because of this, Jannart couldn't stop crying either, as her nature was extremely tender-hearted. Whenever she saw an elder crying, her heart would inevitably break, and she would be unable to comfort herself.

Seeing that they had calmed down a bit, Dr. Sulaiman gently seated himself, bowed his head slightly, cleared his throat, and said composedly: "It has barely been 30 minutes since it started. I realized it right away because I saw him breaking out in a sweat while we were in a middle of a meeting with our fellow doctors regarding a course some of our doctors want to take in Moscow. When I realized his stomach illness was about to flare up, I asked to adjourn the meeting, but he wouldn't allow it. Before we even finished, the pain had already escalated."

Everyone stared fixedly at Dr. Sulaiman, listening to his explanation.

Dr. Sulaiman adjusted his sitting posture and faced them, wanting to restore their peace of mind: "Insha Allah, Rayyern will feel better because as soon as we left the meeting I gave him an injection. Even before that, the attack had already peaked, which is why he suffered through it, but Alhamdulillah. After 50 minutes, once the injection begins to take full effect, he will feel some relief. By now, I am confident the medicine is starting to work, which is why you see he has quieted down and his body has stopped shaking."

Ramadan and Abba nodded in satisfaction, as this was the standard explanation doctors always gave them; their only prayer was for Rayyern’s recovery.

Baba Mauɗo, who was seated, gently placed his hand on Rayyern’s head and stroked down to his neck. Then he stood up, wiped away his tears, and with deep empathy said, "Toh, Alhamdulillah. May Allah grant him health and make this an expiation for his sins, and may Allah lift his burdens." He finished speaking as he headed toward the exit.

Ramadan and Riyyam-nsra followed him with their eyes in a sigh of relief, gazing at him with a special kind of love. As for Abba and Mamy, they let out a breath and said, "Amin ya Allah, Baba Mauɗo."

As Baba Mauɗo stepped outside, Hadi and Ari rushed toward him, greeting the revered elder respectfully in unison: "May God nurture you, sir. How is his health?" Softly, he replied, "Alhamdulillah, he is much better." "May God grant him total recovery," they echoed together. Baba Mauɗo responded, "Amin ya Allah," as he walked toward their quarters.

He went straight to the bathroom to perform ablution, then came out, picked up the Qur'an, and began to read, hoping it would bring peace to his heart and lift the heavy burden pressing on his chest. But alas, it didn't work. His tears flowed like a broken water tap. God knows he felt a fierce, agonizing love for these boys in his heart. He did not want to see or hear of anything that would harm them, no matter how small; if it were in his power, he wouldn't let even a fly land on Rayyern.

Sometimes he thought he only loved them because of the kindness they showed him, and because they were his boss's children. But the arrival of Riyyam-nsra made him realize that he simply loved everything connected to them. At times he even wondered if his intense love for Riyyam-nsra was because the boy looked so much like Rayyern.

He raised his hands to the heavens and prayed for the boys.

Back in the parlor, Jannart sat quietly with her head bowed low, her tears flowing unceasingly. She was in pain herself, but she had never witnessed such intense panic on Daddy's face before, nor the kind she saw on Baba Mauɗo's and Abba's faces. She had never seen Mom undergo such shock either, even though she knew Mom loved her dearly. This alone was enough proof of a mother's unique love in this world.

Mamy was just taking deep breaths. Riyyam-nsra stood up and went upstairs, immediately calling his Mamy the moment he entered his room.

Abba sighed deeply, supported his chin, and said, "Ramadan, step aside from over him. Go ahead and adjust his sleeping position properly."

Dr. Sulaiman quickly interjected, "No, Abba, leave him. He will wake up on his own once the injection wears off."

Gently, Mamy said, "Jannart is going to get exhausted though."

Dr. Sulaiman turned his head slightly and said, "It won't be long before he wakes up."

They fell silent. Then Dr. Sulaiman stood up and said, "Toh Abba, let me head home. I'll be back later." "Toh, thank you, Doctor," Abba replied, adjusting his seat.

Dr. Sulaiman looked at Ramadan and said, "You know when he wakes up, he will wake up very weak—that's the side effect of that injection, which is why it's not often recommended to give people frequently. He will feel entirely drained, so you must help him, you know."

Ramadan nodded and said, "Yes, I know." With that, he bade them farewell and left.

Left behind, they sat around in silence, looking glum. Realizing it was late afternoon and time to prepare dinner, Mamy slowly stood up and headed to the kitchen. Once she removed her lalli (henna), she began to cook.

As for Jannart, she couldn't make a single movement due to overwhelming shyness and the heavy weight she felt from Abba's presence, coupled with the weight of a grown man lying on top of her—a man whose intense, intoxicating body scent was melting her bones, along with his soft hair and sideburns brushing against her eyes.

It had been nearly 50 minutes that they remained like this. Meanwhile, her tears continued to drop faintly, sticking to her eyelashes.

Rayyern, lying down, slowly drew in a ragged breath and expelled it. Then he squeezed his eyes shut tightly and bit down on both lips, trying to force himself to wake up, but his entire body from his waist down to his feet felt utterly limp. This was precisely why he hated that injection; whenever he was given it, it took nearly a week for his strength to return to normal.

Ramadan quickly stepped close to him. At that moment, Riyyam-nsra also came back downstairs. They leaned over him together as he slowly opened his eyes upon hearing Abba calling his name: "Rayyern! Rayyern!!" In a strange, soft whisper from deep in his throat, he said, "Na'am, Abba."

Hearing Rayyern respond, Abba said with immense joy, "Alhamdulillah! Alhamdulillah!!"

Summoning all his remaining courage and energy, Rayyern pushed himself up, signaling that he wanted to get up. Ramadan quickly moved his hands to support him. In a soft voice, Rayyern said, "Leave me, I can manage." With deep sorrow, Ramadan said, "Hamma Rayyern, you won't be able to."

His body was trembling all over. When he managed to turn and lift his head, he quickly shut his eyes tightly upon seeing that his face was close to Jannart’s. Realizing this, he reached out his hand to Ramadan. Ramadan quickly grabbed him, and Rayyern pushed himself up to a sitting position.

Mamy arrived just then and said happily, "Alhamdulillah, how are you feeling, my son?" He nodded his head at her.

Jannart quietly stood up. Trying to hold back her tears, she headed straight to the kitchen.

Her movement prompted Abba to step closer to him, and both he and Mamy showered him with get-well wishes.

As for Jannart, once she entered the kitchen, she took over the cooking tasks Mamy had started.

In the parlor, Rayyern gathered his strength, leaned his head back against the sofa, and slowly began trying to stand up. Abba quickly supported his right side, while Riyyam-nsra supported his left.

Ramadan and Mamy watched them closely, seeing how his legs shook as he took steps. Slowly, with the help of Abba and Riyyam, he began making the steps. They went upstairs, heading straight to his bedroom. As soon as they entered, they laid him down. Knowing the injection would make him sleepy, Abba turned and walked out.

Riyyam-nsra sat beside him, adjusting his pillows. The moment Rayyern lay down, sleep instantly began to pull him under.

Ramadan, seeing that they had gone upstairs, left the house and headed straight to Mai-nasara Pharmacy, where he went to pick up the medications Rayyern usually took when his illness flared up.

Mamy had returned to the kitchen, where she and Jannart continued their work.

After Maghrib and Isha prayers...

Jannart slowly turned around, glancing toward the door of the main parlor from within her section. She quickly stood up upon hearing the voice of the man called Baba Mauɗo exchanging greetings.

It seemed there was no one in the main parlor. She hurried over to the parlor. Baba Mauɗo was standing at the doorway, pushing it slightly open while greeting and knocking gently. Softly, she said, "Wa alaikassalam, Baba, please come in." Right at that moment, Mamy emerged from their side. Respectfully, Mamy said, "No, Baba Mauɗo, please do come in." With utmost dignity, he replied, "Toh," and stepped inside.

Jannart bowed slightly and said, "Good evening, Baba." He turned and looked at her, studying her face, features, and the tone of her voice with a hint of surprise and curiosity as he asked, "Good evening. How is the master of the house doing with his health?" Respectfully, she answered, "Alhamdulillah, he is much better."

"Masha Allah. May Allah grant him continued recovery," he said, turning to look at Mamy, who was saying, "Bismillah, let's go upstairs, Abbansu is also there." With that, he headed upstairs.

Mamy turned back to look at Jannart, whose eyes were slightly red, and said warmly, "Have you prayed?" Jannart nodded in the affirmative.

Without saying another word, Mamy walked toward the dining area. She picked up a food flask she had prepared containing sakwara (pounded yam) and agushi soup. Handing it to her along with a plate and a spoon, Mamy said, "Here, sit down and eat. And stop shedding tears like that, okay, my daughter?" Softly, Jannart said "Toh," took the food flask, and went into her room.

Mamy returned to the kitchen, packed food for Ramadan and the others, and took it up to the upstairs parlor, where she found them. Baba Mauɗo and Abba were still inside Rayyern’s room. Seeing that he was still fast asleep, they came back out.

Jannart placed the food flask down in her parlor. Without any appetite to eat, she lay down on the carpet, holding her phone. She completely lost track of what she was thinking about, except that she realized today the house felt heavy and joyless because of Rayyern's illness. Even Ramadan and Riyyam-nsra—who usually chased away her boredom and made her smile—were in low spirits today.

She lay there like that until she fell fast asleep.

Downstairs in the parlor, as they came out, they found Dr. Sulaiman had arrived. Abba took him back in to examine Rayyern one more time before seeing him off.

Ramadan and the others retired to their rooms.

Mamy peeked into Jannart's parlor and, seeing that she was asleep, proceeded to their side, knowing Abba would spend the night in Rayyern's room.

And so it was.

As for Rayyern, he fell into a deep sleep and didn't wake up until 3:30 AM. Abba personally prepared warm water for him to take a bath, and he performed his ablution. Upon coming out, he made up for his missed Maghrib and Isha prayers, then sipped some tea that Abba had personally brewed for him. After that, his eyes dried up, and he stayed awake until dawn.

Right after the Subh (dawn) prayer, he drifted back into sleep. When Abba returned from the mosque, he found him sleeping, so they stepped back out.

Mamy and Jannart went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Since today was Saturday and a non-working day, Riyyam-nsra and Ramadan didn't wake up early either.

It was only around 9:00 AM that they came out and headed into Rayyern's room. They found him sitting on the carpet, leaning his back against the bed. Mamy and Abba were seated in front of him. Mamy was making tea for him, while Abba was personally serving him some tender peppered beef (farfesun jan nama) that Jannart had meticulously prepared so it was extra soft.

Rayyern turned his head slightly and looked at Ramadan, who asked, "Hamma, how is your health?" Taking a breath, he replied, "Alhamdulillah."

Riyyam-nsra moved closer to him and said, "Hamma Rayyern, Mamy sends her greetings for your recovery. Zaiton also said I should greet you." Softly, he said, "Thank you."

Noticing he didn't seem in the mood for chatter, they moved downstairs.

Caringly, Abba said, "Rayyern, eat your food while it's still warm, you hear?" Softly, he replied, "Abba, I'm tired; I can't eat meat this early in the morning." Quickly, Mamy urged, "Rayyern, it's very soft, wallahi." Pouting slightly, he said, "Just give me the tea, it's okay." Reluctantly, they gave up and let him be. He drank his tea.

Then Abba helped prepare warm bathwater for him again. When he emerged from the bathroom, he wore a set of soft lounging shirt and trousers that Abba had brought out for him.

Mamy had already come downstairs. Downstairs, she found Ramadan and Riyyam-nsra seated at the dining area, while Jannart was serving them food.

Quickly, Mamy asked, "Did you guys take food to Baba Mauɗo and the others?" Riyyam-nsra nodded and said, "Yes Mamy, I took it to them; I just got back." "Toh..."

Analytical Summary

This excerpt captures the immediate, high-tension aftermath of Rayyern’s sudden medical crisis. Structurally, the scene acts as a pressure valve release following the panic of Chapter 8, shifting the narrative focus from acute terror to communal caretaking, emotional vulnerability, and domestic intimacy.

Key Events

• The Medical Crisis Stabilizes: Dr. Sulaiman successfully administers emergency treatment, transitioning the household from blind panic to cautious relief.
• Communal and Generational Solidarity: The entire household—from the patriarchs (Abba and Baba Mauɗo) to the youth (Ramadan and Riyyam-nsra) and maternal figures (Mamy)—mobilizes around Rayyern's bed.
• The Burden of Empathy: Jannart finds herself physically and emotionally trapped supporting Rayyern during his vulnerability, bridging the gap between forced physical closeness and profound cultural modesty (kunya).
• The Aftermath of Trauma: Rayyern battles the debilitating side effects of heavy medication, highlighting the physical toll of his chronic condition, while the family slowly transitions back to daily routines (cooking, breakfast, checking on elders).

Analytics, Comments, and Conclusions

1. Narrative Analytics & Pacing

• Micro-Temporality: The text masterfully slows down time during medical emergencies (the detailed sequence of the injection, the waiting period, and the 50-minute monitoring mark) to heighten realism.
• Spatial Confinement as Character Development: The bedroom and the parlor act as micro-arenas where power dynamics shift. Rayyern, usually the strong, stoic pillar of the family, is reduced to absolute dependency, forcing other characters (Abba, Riyyam, and Ramadan) into active caretaking roles.
• Thematic Juxtaposition: The transition from raw, life-or-threatening terror in the night to domestic normalcy by morning (sakwara, tea, and breakfast preparations) illustrates the resilience required to survive chronic domestic trauma in traditional settings.

2. Character Dynamics and Psychological Commentary

• Rayyern’s Vulnerability: By stripping away Rayyern’s physical autonomy through the harsh side effects of the medical injection, Nanameera humanizes him. His aversion to the medicine and his quiet resistance to eating heavy food in the morning ground him as a relatable, flawed human rather than an untouchable archetype.
• Jannart’s Emotional Arc: Jannart’s quiet endurance throughout the night—balancing physical discomfort, intense modesty (kunya), and deep empathy for the family’s distress—cements her integration into the household's emotional core. Her tears mirror the collective grief of the family, proving her deep psychological investment in their well-being.
• The Patriarchal Safety Net: Abba and Baba Mauɗo represent a compassionate, emotionally responsive model of patriarchy. Unlike cold, authoritarian figures, their leadership during a family crisis is defined by physical presence, tears, direct care, and immediate emotional availability.

3. Conclusion

This passage deepens the emotional architecture of Hasken Cikin Dubu. It demonstrates that wealth and social status cannot insulate a family from biological vulnerability. Instead, true security within Nanameera's narrative universe is forged through collective suffering, loyalty, and mutual care. As Rayyern slowly recovers and the household stabilizes, the scene leaves the reader with a profound sense of emotional endurance—reinforcing that the bonds holding this family together are as resilient as they are fragile.