Ingarman Namiji Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Arrival at Mallam Aminu Kano Airport
 
At the bustling Mallam Aminu Kano International Airport, passengers descended from the aircraft, each carrying their luggage. From a distance, soldiers stood tall, weapons in hand, as if anticipating a war. Their presence commanded respect.
 
Among the passengers, a striking young man alighted, walking with authority and pride. His complexion was fair, his features sharp, and his every step radiated strength. As he moved, his small lips parted, and in a calm, sweet voice he asked,
 
“Ahmad, did you speak with Abba?”
 
“No,” Ahmad replied, struggling with his phone. “I’ve been trying to call since earlier, but the line won’t go through.”
 
Curious, I glanced toward this Ahmad. He was also handsome, though darker in complexion, his skin shining in a way that captured attention. Their meeting showed an easy brotherhood. Ahmad placed a hand on the shoulder of the fair one, saying,
 
“Go ahead and try again.”
 
Without hesitation, the fair young man snatched the phone and dialed. His face lit up when the call connected.
 
“Abba!” he exclaimed, stretching the word with joy as if inhaling the air of his homeland.
 
On the other end came the deep voice of their father, “Sadeeq, Yazeed is with you. I already spoke with him. Take care, son.”
 
Sadeeq closed his eyes briefly in reverence before handing the phone back to Ahmad. But his curiosity remained. He looked around and asked, “Why hasn’t he come out yet?”
 
Almost on cue, a tall, fierce-looking man appeared at the steps of the plane. He descended with confidence, his every movement marked by pride. This was Yazeed. The three brothers were finally together, and even the crowd around could not help but admire them.
 
As they left the airport, fifteen military vehicles waited, but the brothers entered one car, leaving the rest for the soldiers.
 
The Family Lineage
 
The three were more than just handsome young men; they were heirs to a noble family.
 
Their father was Alhaji Ali, known to everyone as Abba. He had four children: Sameer, Salman, Ahmad, and the youngest, Fauza. Next was Alhaji Aminu, father to Yazeed, his only son. Then came their aunt Ummy, mother of Sadeeq and Siyamah. The youngest of the siblings was Alhaji Zayyan, blessed with three daughters: Khadi, Lele, and Sumayya.
 
The closeness of these families was remarkable. The children grew up together, bound by love and loyalty.
 
Sadeeq, the eldest, was born only eight days before Yazeed.
 
Yazeed followed, fiery and proud.
 
Ahmad was born a month later, calm and reserved.
 
 
Together, they were inseparable. Ahmad was patient and thoughtful, always avoiding conflict unless his brothers were wronged. Sadeeq was playful and loved jokes. Yazeed, in contrast, was quick-tempered, fearless, and intolerant of disrespect.
 
Though their personalities differed, they shared a love for discipline and excellence. Their paths eventually led them to the military, where Sadeeq became a doctor in uniform, while Yazeed and Ahmad pursued active service.
 
A Scene in the Town
 
One afternoon, as I passed through a marketplace, I witnessed a heated scene near a tailor’s shop. Two young women stood with raised voices, arguing fiercely. A crowd gathered, eager to see the outcome.
 
Suddenly, a young man shoved one of the girls, causing her to tremble. Her friend tried to pull her back, but the humiliation was too much. In anger, the girl snapped at him,
 
“How dare you lay hands on me! Do you think I’m one of those careless girls? You’ll regret this. By Allah, I swear!”
 
Her words were fire, her eyes blazing. She stormed away with her companion, heading toward the security office. Within minutes, the police arrived, arrested the offender, and sealed his shop.
 
Relieved, the young woman sighed deeply, muttering, “At least this trouble is over.”
 
Her friend, however, warned her sharply, “You know Anty Khadi won’t take this lightly. Be ready to explain yourself.”
 
The girl rolled her eyes, muttered defiantly, and the matter ended—for the moment.
 
Meanwhile, back at the family home, the brothers had returned. The household was grand, with five large wings: three for the parents, one for the young men, and one for their grandparents. Whenever the brothers arrived, the entire family gathered in joy, for they were the pride of the house.
 
Ahmad’s Ordeal
 
That evening, as everyone rested, Ahmad retired early to his room. Exhausted, he lay on his bed, dressed lightly, drifting between wakefulness and sleep. Suddenly, a beautiful young girl slipped into his room. She could not have been more than seventeen—fair-skinned, tall, and striking.
 
Without a word, she approached, loosening the rope of her gown. Ahmad’s eyes widened as she revealed herself boldly. Before he could speak, she sat on his bed and began touching him, whispering softly, her breath warm against his skin.
 
Ahmad froze. Desire wrestled with shock as she continued, running her hands and lips over him with practiced skill. His breathing grew heavy; his body betrayed him.
 
Just as he was about to lose control completely, Sadeeq burst into the room. The sight stunned him: Ahmad writhing in pleasure, lost in a world between dream and reality. Furious yet amused, Sadeeq struck Ahmad hard on the thigh, jolting him awake.
 
Ahmad gasped, drenched in sweat, still trembling from the intensity.
 
“Wai Ahmad,” Sadeeq scolded, “is this what you’ve become? Yelling like a madman in your dream as if a woman were with you? Fitina ne kawai!”
 
Embarrassed and in pain, Ahmad could only whisper, “Sweetheart… help me.” His words shocked Sadeeq, who had heard the brothers sometimes use such endearments only in moments of seriousness.
 
Before he could respond, Yazeed entered, his eyes blazing with concern. Seeing Ahmad in distress stirred his protective nature. He glared at Sadeeq, a warning in his eyes: “Do not take this lightly.”
 
Together, they tried to calm Ahmad, whose body was still weak. The brothers exchanged worried glances. They knew this was not a mere dream—it was a deeper struggle Ahmad carried within him.
 
Closing Reflection
 
The brothers’ bond was unshakable, yet challenges loomed. Each carried strength and flaws: Sadeeq with his humor, Ahmad with his patience, Yazeed with his temper. Their family was powerful, respected, and feared, but beneath the grandeur lay hidden struggles—temptations, pride, and the burden of living up to their name.
 
What happened with Ahmad was only the beginning. The family would soon face trials testing their unity, their discipline, and the very love that bound them together.
 
To the world, they were princes of honor, heirs of valor. But within their hearts, they remained young men, wrestling with fate, faith, and the fire of their own desires.