Dikko Ahmad Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Ummi and Her Beloved Son
 
Standing at the doorway, Ummi smiled at her son. At forty-five, she radiated beauty and grace — her expensive lace shimmered, gold ornaments glittered on her wrists, and wealth showed in her every gesture. Entering quietly, she pulled off the headphones from his ears. Startled, Dikko opened his sleepy eyes and brightened.
 
“Ummi, when did you come in?” he asked warmly.
 
She sat on the edge of his bed. “Dikko, you’re still here with your music? Didn’t you notice me?”
 
Dikko chuckled, scratching his head. “Ummi, you know music is my passion, my joy.”
 
Ummi nodded. “Yes, I know. And you also know your father, your siblings, and I support you. But since music hasn’t stopped your studies, come eat first and then continue.” She tugged his hand gently toward the main parlour.
 
Dikko was striking — tall, dark-skinned but not too dark, dimples marking his cheeks, a neat beard framing his face. Women often admired him. He was the second of three children of Alhaji Ahmad Canji: Aliyu the eldest, Dikko the middle, and their younger sister, Zainab.
 
In the parlour, laughter filled the air. The family was bound by love, enjoying conversation without restraint.
 
Fatyma and Her Obsession
 
Elsewhere, Umma scolded her daughter. “Fatyma, aren’t you going to school? Why sit here watching music videos?”
 
Fatyma laughed and dashed out. Abdul, her elder brother, teased their mother, “Umma, you’re still complaining about her obsession?”
 
Umma sighed. “It worries me. I thought it was childish, but it’s not. She worships that musician as if she’ll lose her mind. If Daddy finds out, we’ll both be in trouble.”
 
Abdul reassured her. “Just pray for her. Daddy loves Faty deeply. He’ll sacrifice anything for her happiness.”
 
This was Alhaji Kabir’s household — a grand mansion where wealth screamed from every corner. Two wives lived peacefully: Umma with children Abdul and Fatyma, and Aunty with Aysha and Salma. Unlike most polygamous homes, harmony reigned here, though small quarrels arose now and then.
 
At school, Fatyma was known by a nickname: FD — Fatyma Dikko. Many didn’t even know her real name. Her closest friend Zainab brought her albums of Dikko’s songs, hiding the family connection. Faty treasured them as if they were gold.
 
At just eighteen, she was a beauty — fair-skinned, slim, elegant, and her father’s darling. Since first hearing Dikko’s voice, she had fallen hopelessly in love. She dreamed of seeing him, even once, in real life. Music was no longer just music; it was the essence of her existence.
 
Clashing Views
 
Back home, Fatyma’s obsession grew. She turned up the volume in her room until the music echoed through the house. Her father, Alhaji Kabir, frowned.
 
“Whose songs are those? You know I hate such nonsense. Musicians are beggars, wasting time with idleness.”
 
“Beggars, Alhaji?” Umma repeated softly.
 
“Yes! All of them,” he snapped.
 
Umma sighed. She knew her husband despised the poor and considered musicians worthless. But it was Fatyma who adored these songs. Silently, she worried how father and daughter would clash when the truth came out.
 
Unable to stop herself, Umma entered Fatyma’s room and turned off the music. Fatyma sulked, but Umma simply walked away. Frustrated, the girl ran to Aunty’s parlour, where her siblings laughed at her dramatics. Salma teased her, earning a sharp glare. Only Aunty calmed her with kindness: “Go to my room, child. Stay there in peace.”
 
Faty hugged her tightly, whispering, “I love you, Aunty,” before running off.
 
The Journey to Kano
 
Meanwhile, Dikko prepared for an important music event in Kano. Ummi worried. “Dikko, must you keep traveling? This music life makes me uneasy.”
 
He held her hands. “Ummi, please. This event is important. Great people and top musicians will be there. Bless me, Ummi.”
 
Aliyu supported him. “Don’t worry, Ummi. He’ll be fine. I’ll go too, though I won’t stay overnight.”
 
Finally, Ummi relented. “Go, but stay at Aunty Balaraba’s house where Zainab lives. Take care, don’t forget your upbringing. When will you return?”
 
“Maybe two weeks,” Dikko replied hesitantly.
 
“Two weeks?” Ummi’s eyes widened. Abba entered just then, embracing his son lovingly. “Two weeks is too long. But if it’s necessary, go, my boy. Just don’t forget us.”
 
The next morning, luggage was packed. With Aliyu beside him, Dikko left for Kano. At Aunty Balaraba’s home, Zainab greeted them joyfully, bantering playfully with Dikko. Soon preparations for the program began.
 
Back in their own home, Fatyma initially refused to attend the event. “I’m not going,” she told her sisters angrily.
 
But Aysha nudged her. “Faty, this is your chance. You might see the one you love most. Don’t be stubborn.”
 
Realization struck Faty. “Wallahi, I forgot! I must go!” She leapt up, rushing to dress, her heart pounding with excitement.
 
Fate Drawing Them Together
 
While Dikko polished his songs and prepared for the stage, Fatyma dressed with trembling hands, her mind consumed by dreams.
 
She whispered to herself, “Tonight, maybe I’ll finally see him. The one I’ve longed for. My Dikko.”
 
Destiny seemed to weave their paths closer. A musician admired by many, a girl hopelessly devoted to him, and families unaware of the storm about to brew.
 
What would happen when Fatyma’s obsession collided with her father’s scorn for music? What would become of Ummi’s beloved son and Umma’s cherished daughter?
 
Time would tell.