Luu Luu Book 1 Complete Book

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LU'U LU'U BOOK 1

After Asad's departure, she got dressed in the skirt and blouse that Afra had brought for her.
"Ma sha Allah, Junainah! You truly look gorgeous, ma sha Allah, and your hair is so full. In fact, you look even prettier than your mother, even though she is very pretty herself. By the way, looking at you both, you must be Fulani, right?" she asked, smiling as she looked at her reflection in the large mirror inside the room.
"I take after my father; he is very handsome, even more handsome than I am."
"Oh! You mean he is even more handsome than you? I must come and see your father!"
"Allah took him away four years ago."
"Oh dear! May Allah grant him mercy."
"Amin, thank you."
"Let me fix your hair; it is all messy because I know you don't really style it. You know people with thick hair don't care much for styling it—Allah blesses them with it, but they lack patience with it. Even Ummy has thick hair, but she rarely likes styling it. Sometimes, when I see it needs fixing, I style it for her, or Afreen does."
As she spoke, she untied the ribbon, took out the hair treatment oil that Ummy had formulated for them, combed through it patiently, applied the oil and hair fragrance, and neatly tied it back up with a ribbon.
Nainah smiled, saying, "Thank you."
"If I had hair like this, I swear I'd be at the salon every single day," Afra said, gently stroking Nainah’s voluminous locks. Looking through the mirror, Nainah raised her gaze and watched Afra petting her head with a smile, clearly enjoying the gesture.
"You have nice hair too, Anty Afra!"
"I swear, it drives me crazy! Between me and Afreen, neither of us inherited Ummy's hair. Only Ya Asad did, being the male. If he didn't constantly trim his hair short, his hair would be just as long as yours!"
Nainah smiled, because indeed, aside from her father, she had never seen a man with hair quite like Asad's.
Afra placed a headscarf on her head and snapped some pictures of them using Snapchat. "Let me send these to my friends and show them I've made a gorgeous friend with amazing hair!"
When they stepped out, Deedat was sitting in the lounge drinking tea. Seeing her, he stood up, looking at her face with a smile.
"Junainah..."
She stopped and looked at him without answering until he walked close to her. As he reached out his hand to hold hers, she quickly pulled back. His smile widened as he slipped his other hand into his pocket.
"Did Asad tell you something about me? Did he tell you I'm a bad person?"
She lowered her gaze as if she hadn't heard a word he said.
"Allah is my witness, I am not a bad person. All my life, I have never committed zina (fornication). Just because I said I love you is no crime!"
She looked up at him, but he just smiled, turned away toward the exit of the lounge, and walked out.
"Afra, grab the food and let's head to the hospital. Adnan called to say Nainah's mother has woken up!"
They headed straight to the hospital. Nainah felt uneasy about Deedat's demeanor; his words simply did not sit well with her. After the driver parked the car, they stepped out and walked into the hospital. Almost everyone who glanced at her once would look back a second time, and some even smiled at her. Following closely behind Ummy, they reached Ammy's room. They found Adnan and Dr. Yunusa inside, checking on Ammy, who lay awake, looking at the people around her. Ummy walked right inside, but Junainah stopped at the doorway, unable to walk further due to fear and anxiety—terrified that if she went closer, Ammy might not recognize her. Adnan smiled at her while her eyes remained fixed on Ammy, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Come inside, Nainah."
With great effort, she forced her feet to step into the room. The sound of her footsteps made Ammy turn toward her. To her absolute amazement, Ammy flashed her a warm smile. A surge of overwhelming joy washed over her, and she rushed over, staring at her in disbelief, as if seeing a ghost.
"Ammy!..."
"Yes, Junainah!..."
Completely forgetting that she had just undergone surgery, she lifted her to embrace her, crying tears of joy. She didn't forget me! Even if she forgot everything else, she didn't forget me!
Ummy pulled her back gently with a laugh, saying, "Don't injure her, take it easy!"
Looking at Adnan through tears of happiness, she said, "Alhamdulillahi! Thank you, Allah! Thank you, Yaya Adnan, Ammy hasn't forgotten anything!"
"She hasn't forgotten anything, just pray for her continued healing."
"Alhamdulillahi! +3 Allah, I thank You," she whispered three times as she rose from prostration. One look at her would tell you she was experiencing pure, unadulterated happiness. At that moment, she had no greater desire than her mother's health, and Alhamdulillahi, Allah had granted her wish. It seemed her mother was now on the direct path to recovery.
"Ummy, thank you so much. May Allah reward you with goodness and grant you Jannatul Firdaus."
Ummy smiled and replied, "It's nothing, Nainah, we're just helping out. May Allah grant her complete recovery."
"Amin, Ummy..."

ASAD

Leaving work, Asad headed straight to Ummy's house. All his younger siblings were sitting in the middle of the lounge watching TV. They greeted him together, and he responded with a faint smile—though not a very warm one—before heading to his mother's room. He found her sitting on a soft carpet, holding a book of supplications and reading. She turned slightly and answered his greeting with a smile, looking at him.
"Wa'alaikassalam."
"Ummy, how was your day?"
"Fine. Where did you leave your phone? I kept calling and you weren't picking up. I hope you went to the hospital? Nainah's mother has woken up, and it was a success; she didn't forget anything, just as the doctor predicted."
"Ma sha Allah, Alhamdulillahi! I was actually planning to check on them now. I wanted to know if anything needs to be brought along, so I stopped by."
"Nainah is extremely happy today."
He widened his smile. He himself felt relieved hearing that, especially knowing Nainah was happy. He adjusted his seating posture and looked at Ummy, saying, "May Allah grant her continued health."
"Amin. Deedat told me that you've been pressing him regarding Nainah. He told me he loves her and wants to marry her once things settle down, and that he wants to formally introduce the matter to her family."
Asad looked at her quickly, pure shock written all on his face.
"Deedat himself told you that, Ummy?"
"Yes, he said he told her that back at Iya's house."
"What did you tell him?"
"I told him that right now, romance is not her priority because her mother is ill. Perhaps my words didn't sit well with him; when we left for the hospital, he drove off without even saying goodbye, and I didn't like that at all."
"What is there to feel bad about, Ummy? You should just stay out of his business! You told him the absolute truth. The girl's mother is sick, and with sheer thoughtlessness, he looks at her and says he loves her? Moreover, what that girl needs right now is education. She knows nothing about her religion—a girl who can't even distinguish between her mahram and non-mahram! Even if her mother recovers, education is the very first thing she needs right now."
"She's a hawker, so it's not guaranteed she'll attend formal schooling. I only told him that because I knew it wasn't the right time to approach her with such talk. Everything should be taken step by step."
"Aside from Deedat's lack of sense, how can you see a girl and immediately tell her you love her when you care nothing about her family dynamics?"
"That's not an issue since her mother is recovering, and everything will become easier. When the time comes, I myself will step in for him, and I'll handle everything for him. May Allah make it turn out for the best."
Not 'Amin.' He thought to himself.
"And what if she doesn't love him?" he asked, standing up because he truly hated discussing the topic altogether.
"Why wouldn't she love him? What does Deedat lack? He has everything a woman could ever want in a man: noble lineage, good upbringing, beauty, education, intelligence, religion, wealth, good manners. Aside from all that, is there anything he lacks?"
"I'm heading to the hospital, I'll be back."
"May Allah protect you."
"Amin, Ummy."
With that, he walked out of the room to where he parked his car, got in, and drove straight to the hospital. All the way there, he couldn't shake off his annoyance toward Junainah—he couldn't fathom what kind of girl she was to actually stand there and listen to Deedat, or what response she even gave him!
Unlike his usual habit of bursting through the door without knocking, this time he knocked and walked in with a greeting. Ladiyo answered him. Junainah was sitting on the edge of the bed Ammy was lying on, chatting away happily, ear-to-ear. With an indescribable radiance and joy on her face, Junainah looked up at him. The sheer beauty and brightness radiating from her face caused his heart to skip a beat for the very first time. He forced a somewhat pleasant expression, though not entirely warm, and walked over to Ammy to inquire about her health.
"Mama, how are you feeling?"
Ammy slowly turned her head to look at him. Her heart skipped frantically the moment her eyes locked onto Asad's face—a face she never thought she would ever forget, despite the passing of years. She pointed a trembling finger at him and said in a shaky voice, "Ali...yu!"
Nainah turned around, looking at her with absolute confusion written on her face. "His name is Asad, not Aliyu!"
"Asad? No, Nainah, this is Aliyu, not Asad!" Feeling as though she were living in a nightmare, or wondering if it was truly Aliyu returned to finish her off—just like back then when she suffered illness because of him—she cried out, "Aliyu, did you follow me here to finish me off? Weren't all the betrayal and humiliation you subjected me to at the house enough, that you've tracked me down to where I am to finish me? Whatever condition I went through, Aliyu, you are the cause! You are the architect of the destruction of my happiness! You never loved me, why did you deceive me, you wicked tyrant?! I swear, in the end, it won't go well for you! My cry for justice will not let you walk the earth in peace! You made me lose my unborn child, all because of you, Aliyu!" she finished, weeping a heart-wrenching cry.
Junainah burst into loud tears, shouting, "Wicked man, what did you do to my mother?! Why is it that every time you come near us, something terrible happens to us?! Get out of this room, I don't want to see you!"
Asad looked at her in absolute astonishment, then back at Ammy, who was still lying on the bed, crying pitifully.
"What evil thing does she claim I did to her?" Asad asked quietly.
Without waiting for his answer, Nainah continued questioning Ammy, "Mama, what did he do to you? Mama, did you know him before?"
"He is Aliyu, I swear! Why have you come back into my life? Do you want to kill me before my time? I hate you, Aliyu!"
"I am doomed! My life is ruined! Asad, is my peace gone? I thought my mother hadn't forgotten anything, just like Yaya Adnan said," Nainah muttered in sheer panic, genuinely believing Ammy's mind had malfunctioned, causing her to hallucinate.
Asad shot Nainah a furious glare—he was already harboring unprovoked resentment toward her. Livid, he stormed out of the room, headed to his car, and drove off. It was only by the grace of Allah that he made it home safely, given the reckless, dangerous way he was driving due to overwhelming anger.
After Asad left, it took a lot of effort from Nainah and Ladiyo to calm Ammy down. Sitting beside her, Nainah held one of her hands while wiping away her tears with the other. "Mama, did you really know him before? Did he ever do something to you?"
"He is Aliyu! I will never forget his face!"
"Mama, but this is Asad, his name isn't Aliyu."
"Oh come on, Nainah, how can you say this isn't Aliyu, that he's someone else?"
"Mama, it's true what Nainah told you, his name is Asad, the son of the woman who walked past earlier. Maybe it's just a case of mistaken identity?" Nainah said this purely to calm Ammy's nerves.
The next morning, he woke up early because he hadn't slept a wink all night until dawn broke. Despite being extremely exhausted, sleep refused to visit his eyes. After performing the subhi (dawn) prayer, he returned to his room and sat down. His eyes felt heavy from sleep deprivation, yet his mind was completely consumed by thoughts of Nainah. He felt he could never let her go or allow another man to claim her as a wife, especially since he felt more deserving of her. Though he had seen many beautiful, classy, and intelligent women in his life, he had never met anyone who captured his heart quite like Nainah. Her beauty completely captivated him, and he had never felt this deep level of affection for anyone else. Part of his heart felt she was entirely unique. How could he ever forgive her in his heart? If he chose to forgive her, wouldn't that make him weak? Her youth and beauty were part of why he loved her.
Slowly, he walked over to his large standing mirror and stood staring at his reflection. Outwardly, he was looking at himself, but inwardly, he was searching for a solution. By Allah, he loved Junainah, and right now, he felt a genuine desire for marriage—previously, the inability to find the right woman was why he never focused on getting married. But now, he deeply desired marriage, and he cherished Nainah with all his heart.
"This is the first time I must claim what I want. This is the time I need to stand up for myself. I cannot let this pass me by. If she won't love me, she shouldn't love Deedat either. If I can just walk away and leave her be, then I never truly loved her in the first place!"
He spoke to himself while looking into his room mirror. He heard his phone ringing, but he refused to check who was calling, let alone answer. He walked into the toilet, took a bath, and upon coming out, dressed in casual wear. He picked up his phone and checked the missed calls Ummy had left him, then called her back using a secondary line he rarely used to call people.
"Ummy, good morning."
"Fine. What time is your flight departing?"
"2:30."
"Are you stopping by before leaving, or heading straight from the office?"
"I'm going to the office now, I'll drop by around 12:30."
"Okay."
She hung up, and he let out a sigh of relief. Upon leaving, he stopped by Umma's quarters to greet her, then notified Iya since he was heading straight to Abuja from work. They prayed for his safe journey. Next, he visited Iya, finding her eating breakfast at the dining table with Baba and Baby. He greeted them, Baby greeted him back hastily, he drank some tea, bid them farewell, and left for the office. True to his word, by 12:30 he bid farewell to the company staff and left important tasks for Deedat to handle before his return.
Upon arriving at Ummi's house, he ate lunch, bid her farewell, and intended to stop by the hospital. However, realizing time was running short, he drove straight to the airport. At precisely 2:30, their flight took off for Abuja.

ASAD

After spending a week in Abuja, Asad packed up and returned because his heart and mind were entirely in Sokoto with Nainah. Even the business trip he went for couldn't be executed properly because he spent every waking moment thinking about Nainah. This forced him to return against his initial plans. The exact day he returned was the same day Deedat traveled to Abuja to finish up the work Asad couldn't complete.

NAINAH

Alhamdulillahi, throughout that week, Ammy continued to recover steadily. Seeing her progress today made her praise Allah endlessly. If her recovery remained on this trajectory, she was well on her way to complete healing. At night, Afra and Afreen brought dinner over and heavily pressured Nainah to come home with them, but she refused. For one, she knew Ammy would feel more at ease seeing her around, and her own mind would be at peace seeing her mother, even though she knew she couldn't medically treat her.

BALARABA

Slowly, she parked her car by the roadside and stepped out, walking straight toward a man sitting on a wheelchair-like hand-pedaled tricycle, with a woman standing behind him.
"Baba Musa!" she called out just as she approached them.
The man called Baba Musa looked up and studied her. A second time, she said, "It's definitely them!" She burst into tears, crying out, "Baba Musa, what happened to you? Maman Nana, what happened to him?!"
"By the power of Allah, who are you?!"
"It's Balaraba, Aliyu's former wife," she said so they could recognize her.
"Subhanallah! Life indeed, Anty Balaraba! To think we'd see you again?"
"What happened to Baba Musa?"
"He has been unwell."
"Almost every time I pass this route, I see you. My heart told me it was you, so Allah destined that I stop. Years ago, I went to your house but didn't find you. When I asked the neighbors, they said they didn't know where you had moved to. Ever since then, I've been praying to Allah that I would find you. Alhamdulillahi, Allah has answered my prayer! Let me call an ambulance to take Baba Musa to the hospital so he can see a doctor."
Right then, she called Adnan and told him where she was. Within ten minutes, an ambulance arrived, loaded Baba Musa into the vehicle, and rushed him to the hospital. Maman Nana rode in Ummy's car alongside them.
Upon arriving at the hospital, Baba Musa was immediately rushed into emergency care due to his frail, elderly condition.
Maman Nana kept expressing gratitude to Ummy. "How is Nana doing?"
Maman Nana grew silent, her demeanor shifting heavily as she said, "Nana passed away during childbirth five years ago."
"Innalillahi wa'inna ilaihir raji'un! May Allah forgive her and grant her rest!"
"Amin ya rabbi."
"How have things been since we parted ways?"
"Alhamdulillahi, we thank Allah."
"At that time, I kept listening, hoping to hear news of your childbirth, but it was silence." Ummy smiled, playing with her car keys. "How long has Baba Musa been battling this illness?" Ummy threw the question at her.
Maman Nana let out a heavy sigh before answering, "For almost ten years he has been dealing with this sickness. We've gone from hospital to hospital with no real improvement. We even tried all sorts of traditional herbal remedies, but healing comes only from Allah. Eventually, we had to resign ourselves to fate due to poverty and lack of proper shelter. We just give thanks to Allah for everything."
Ummy did not leave the hospital until she ensured everything was properly settled, then she drove home.
"Ummy, welcome back."
"Thank you."
"Ummy, Yah Asad came by while you were out, but he said he'd be back later. Daddy is also back, though he went out again."
"Okay."
She went to her room and took a bath. After Isha'i prayer, Asad returned. Once they greeted Ummy, she informed him about Baba Musa being admitted to the hospital.
"Oh dear, may Allah grant him healing."
"Amin ya rabbi. I intend to gift Baba Musa a house because of a profound favor he once did for me that I will never forget."
"Okay, Ummy..."

AFTER THREE WEEKS

All of them suddenly spun around in alarm to see what was happening, following Sadiya's frantic, piercing screams echoing three times: "Jumayma! Jumayma!! Jumayma!!!" Moving with lightning speed, they rushed over as fast as if they were trying to fly.
She lay motionless, as if breathless. Sadiya knelt beside her while Ammy cradled her head, checking desperately to see if she would respond to anything. One glance at her made tears roll down Bappa's face. He reached out, pressing her wrist to check for a pulse, then sprang to his feet, rushed to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water, and sprinkled some on her face, realizing she had suffered a severe fainting spell. Unscrewing the bottle cap, he poured water into his palm, whispered Bismillah, and splashed it onto her face about three times. Finally, she drew a long, deep breath. Simultaneously, they all let out heavy sighs of relief.
"Lift her up, let's take her to the hospital!"
Ammy scooped her up into her arms, placed her in the car, and they rushed straight to the hospital.
A doctor dressed in white scrubs stepped out and walked toward where they stood in gloomy silence. "Doctor, is everything alright? What's wrong with her?" someone asked anxiously.
The doctor shook hands with Bappa, then began delivering his explanation:
"There is no physical sickness ailing this young girl other than the heavy emotional distress she has locked up inside her heart. We ran scans and tests, and her physical health is perfectly fine. However, her heart is weighed down by overwhelming grief and stress. Therefore, it is crucial that her mind is kept happy, and she must be surrounded by whatever brings her joy. Shortly after she rests, we will discharge her," he said, bowing respectfully. "May Allah grant her healing."
An hour later, she was discharged just as the doctor stated, having confirmed there was no underlying physical ailment... ✍️
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There was no change in her disposition; if anything, it had worsened, because she had now plunged deeper into an ocean of grief and anxiety. She couldn't sleep through the night, constantly thinking about the single person she had spotted at the Sokoto airport. Yet, she had no idea where to find him or how to locate him. Not knowing where to look drove her into unspeakable anguish. She detested everything in the world; she hated everything. The only problem was how her parents constantly agitated themselves over her. Their anxiety felt like it was dragging her even deeper into trouble, and she wished they would just leave her be...

Summary

In this segment of Bin Maryam, emotional reunions, dark pasts, and rising tensions collide.

• The Transformation: Junainah (Nainah) is pampered and styled by Afra, who admires her natural beauty and Fula heritage. However, romantic advances from Deedat make her uncomfortable, and she rebuffs him.
• The Mother's Recovery: Nainah visits the hospital with Ummy and Afra, where her mother, Ammy, joyfully wakes up and recognizes her, bringing immense relief and gratitude to Nainah.
• The Confrontation with Asad: When Asad visits the hospital later, Ammy catches sight of him and goes into absolute hysterics, identifying him as "Aliyu"—a shadowy figure from her past whom she accuses of betrayal, cruelty, and causing her the loss of her unborn child. Nainah is torn between confusion and fierce protectiveness over her mother, angrily ordering Asad out.
• Asad's Inner Turmoil: Asad battles deep insomnia and conflicting emotions. He realizes he has fallen deeply in love with Nainah and resolves not to lose her to Deedat, believing he has the ultimate right to her.
• Balaraba's Return & Charity: Balaraba (Aliyu's former wife) re-enters the narrative by serendipitously discovering Baba Musa, an elderly man in poor health, and helps rush him to the hospital with Ummy's assistance. Ummy also learns of Maman Nana's tragic loss of her daughter, Nana.

• Medical Crisis: Back home, a sudden medical emergency occurs when Sadiya screams in terror as another young girl collapses unconscious, prompting a frantic rush to the hospital where a doctor diagnoses her condition as psychosomatic—stemming from severe emotional trauma and heartbreak.

  Description

• Title: Bin Maryam
• Author: Sadeeya Ka'oje
• Genre: Hausa Romance / Family Drama / Psychological Fiction
• Core Themes: Unresolved past trauma, forbidden/complicated love, maternal bonds, grief, deceit, and emotional resilience.

• Character Dynamics: Asad's intense, possessive affection clashes with Ammy's deep-seated trauma regarding "Aliyu." Nainah remains caught in the crossfire between her love for her mother, her growing confusion about Asad's identity, and the unwanted advances of Deedat.

  Analytics

• Psychological Duplicity & Trauma: The introduction of the name "Aliyu" drastically shifts the narrative tone from a sweet romance to a dark psychological thriller. Ammy's visceral reaction to Asad establishes a hidden intergenerational or historical grievance that threatens any prospective romance between Asad and Nainah.
• Character Foil (Asad vs. Deedat): While Deedat is straightforward and vocal about his affection (though dismissed as annoying or presumptuous), Asad is brooding, deeply introspective, and possessive, driven by an intense internal monologue about entitlement and ownership over Nainah.

• Motifs of Collapse and Healing: Physical fainting spells and medical emergencies (Ammy's coma/awakening, Baba Musa's frailty, and the unnamed girl's stress-induced collapse) serve as physical manifestations of psychological distress within the narrative ecosystem.

  Description & Analytics Matrix (Table 4)

  Analytical DimensionFocus AreaDetailed Breakdown & Narrative InsightNarrative Turning PointThe Revelation of "Aliyu"Ammy identifying Asad as Aliyu shatters the romantic subplot, introducing a dark historical conflict rooted in betrayal, loss, and trauma.Character PsychologyAsad's Obsessive ResolveAsad's internal monologue reveals a possessive, determined lover who refuses to yield Nainah to Deedat, prioritizing his desires over external obstacles.Thematic IntersectionTrauma vs. AffectionThe juxtaposition of pure familial joy (Ammy waking up) with sudden psychological terror (Ammy's flashback/panic) highlights how past wounds instantly override present healing.Subplot ExpansionBalaraba & Baba MusaRe-introducing secondary characters like Balaraba and rescuing Baba Musa broadens the moral landscape, emphasizing Ummy's philanthropy and setting up future disclosures.Stylistic PresentationMelodramatic SuspenseUtilizes sudden emotional spikes—ranging from aesthetic styling and light banter to dramatic fainting episodes and explosive accusations—to keep tension high.