Baqin Ciki Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The Throne of Uban Dawaki
 
The title of Uban Dawaki was one of the most prestigious in the town of Fandagori, located in Niger State. It was a flourishing town where people thrived in farming and cattle rearing.
 
The palace of Alhaji Awaisu Malami, the Uban Dawaki, stood tall among all—grand, modern, and filled with family. He had two younger brothers, but he was the eldest and most respected. His household was blessed with one wife, Hajiya Halima, and four children: three sons—Abdulkadeer, Abdulkareem, and Abdulrahman—and their only sister, Sakeena, whom everyone fondly called Mama after their grandmother.
 
Mama was strikingly beautiful, with delicate Fulani features that seemed handcrafted. Her beauty set her apart, earning admiration and even envy within the family. From a young age, suitors noticed her, including her cousins, which created tension among relatives. To protect peace, the Uban Dawaki gathered everyone and forbade any talk of romance with Mama, declaring that she was still young and must focus on her education.
 
He secured her admission into FGGC Bakori, a girls’ boarding school, and felt at peace knowing she was on the right path. But not everyone was pleased. Some of the family’s women whispered that Mama’s beauty had caused their own daughters to be overlooked.
 
The Uban Dawaki, however, had a clear vision. Unlike the women who dreamed of marrying her off to a wealthy man or royalty, his dream was different: he wanted his only daughter to become a doctor. Just like her brothers, who had excelled—Abdulkadeer was now a Major in the army, Abdulkareem an accountant at CBN, and Abdulrahman serving NYSC in Jalingo—he wanted Mama to rise by merit, not marriage.
 
The Father’s Dream
 
By the time Mama entered SS2, she was focused on her studies. One holiday, her father sent his driver to pick her from school. She returned home after Asr prayer to warm welcomes. Children rushed to help her with her luggage, and her mother embraced her tightly.
 
Soon after greeting everyone, her mother reminded her: “Your father is home.” Mama rushed to meet him, smiling ear to ear, bowing respectfully.
 
“Allah bless my daughter,” her father said warmly, calling her by his special name, Mamana. “How is your school? Where is your report sheet?”
 
Mama quickly fetched her files. He reviewed them carefully, nodding with satisfaction.
 
“You have done well,” he said, “but you still need to improve in biology. Do you know why?”
 
She shook her head. He pulled her closer.
 
“My dream is for you to become a doctor, Mamana. I have always longed to see a woman doctor in my lifetime. The day Allah gave me you, I prayed that this dream would be fulfilled. Tell me, don’t you also want it?”
 
She replied softly, “Yes, Abba. I truly want to become a doctor. I promise I’ll try harder in biology.”
 
Overjoyed, he placed his hand on her head. “That’s my Mamana. May Allah bless you.”
 
Later, she recounted the conversation to her mother in the kitchen. Her mother smiled knowingly. “That is your father. May Allah make his dream come true.” Mama laughed, teasing with a stethoscope motion: “Dr. Sakeena reporting!” They both burst into laughter.
 
Between Love and Friendship
 
The next day, Mama dressed elegantly in green atamfa and told her mother she was visiting her aunt, Inna Saude, and also her friend Baraka. On her way out, her cousin Salis offered to accompany her.
 
As they walked, Salis asked seriously: “Mama, why does Abba restrict you so much? You know Yaya Ali still loves you.”
 
Mama sighed. “Even if he does, Abba has forbidden such talks. And honestly, I want to study. Marriage isn’t my focus.”
 
Salis pressed, “So you don’t love any of them?”
 
Mama shook her head. “My peace lies in my education. I want someone who values that.”
 
They laughed, jokingly calling her Dr. Sakeena, until they reached the main road where Salis turned back.
 
Not long after, Mama encountered a tall stranger cleaning his car. He greeted her warmly, struck by her beauty. His name was Al-Ameen, a medical student visiting his grandmother.
 
“Are you from here?” he asked, nervous yet eager.
 
“Yes,” she replied, curious.
 
He confessed immediately: “Since I saw you, my heart hasn’t been still. Please, may I know your name?”
 
Reluctantly, she said, “Sakeena.”
 
He smiled deeply. “It suits you perfectly. I want to marry you.”
 
But Mama grew serious. “I am the daughter of Uban Dawaki. My father doesn’t allow suitors. He wants me to finish school first.”
 
Al-Ameen sighed. “I cannot wait like others. I love you sincerely.”
 
Mama, touched but cautious, advised: “Then you must have patience. If your feelings are true, wait until I finish school.”
 
She hurried away, leaving him calling after her.
 
Confessions to Baraka
 
When Mama finally reached Inna Saude’s home, she met her friend Baraka, who embraced her with joy. After delivering her mother’s fabrics, they sat down to talk.
 
Mama whispered about her encounter. “Baraka, today I met someone… Al-Ameen. He is studying medicine. My heart is shaken.”
 
Baraka gasped. “The Al-Ameen people talk about? Intelligent, kind, almost done with medical school? Mama, this is fate!”
 
Mama frowned. “But Abba has forbidden all suitors. Even when he canceled Yaya Ali’s proposal, it caused problems in the family. If I bring this up, it may anger him again. Yet… I like Al-Ameen.”
 
Baraka, thoughtful, said: “It’s risky, but true love is rare. Maybe he can wait until you finish school. Don’t let fear steal your chance.”
 
Mama sighed heavily. The weight of her father’s expectations, her own dreams of becoming a doctor, and her growing feelings for Al-Ameen clashed inside her heart.
 
As she and Baraka lay back laughing and sharing secrets, Mama whispered: “I pray Allah guides me. Between my father’s dream, my studies, and this love… only time will tell my path.”