Kamarsu Ce Daya Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The Splendor of Abuja’s Elite District
 
In Abuja, there are neighborhoods where only the wealthy can reside. It is not for the poor or even the average—it is for those who live in extravagance. These areas rival the most beautiful districts in Europe, filled with ambassadors, consuls, and foreign dignitaries.
 
One such mansion stood grandly, its beauty beyond description. Expensive cars lined the driveway, guards stood ready, and the gates opened with a remote click. Inside, uniformed security and staff arranged themselves, waiting for their master.
 
After half an hour of expectation, the door of a car opened. At first, only one leg appeared. Then, slowly and with great pride, a tall, striking young man stepped out. His beauty was unlike anything seen in Nigeria—more like an angel than a human.
 
His face glowed, his nose sharp, his lips pink as though colored, his hair black and silky, his beard well-kept, his body perfectly proportioned. His skin was fairer than most Arabs, and his presence commanded awe. He was around thirty-two, yet his youth seemed timeless. People could only whisper: “This is no ordinary man.”
 
He ignored greetings, walked with authority, and entered the mansion. Inside, the palace-like sitting room sparkled with elegance. A sweet fragrance filled the air.
 
Na’im and Ruky
 
On a sofa sat a beautiful young woman, casually eating an apple while scrolling on her phone. Seeing him, she rushed into his arms, greeting him in English. He replied awkwardly in broken Hausa, still struggling to master the language. She laughed at his attempts, correcting him gently.
 
They sat close, and she began kissing him passionately. At first, he responded, but suddenly he pushed her away with surprising force. She crashed into the wall, her head hitting hard. Shocked and frightened, she asked if he was alright, reminding him of their recent meeting and his invitation.
 
In broken Hausa, he told her firmly, “I am not a playboy.” She mocked him, insisting he was no different. When she suggested romance without sex, he grew irritated. His poor Hausa made her laugh, but he grew angrier, accusing her of needing surgery.
 
Insulted, Ruky stormed out, furious. Driving away, she muttered to herself, baffled at his strength and beauty, yet annoyed by his arrogance. She thought he was an angel—or perhaps a demon—so perfect yet so strange. She had expected pleasure and luxury, but instead, she found rejection and humiliation.
 
Inside, however, Na’im felt relief, even joy, as if he had escaped temptation. He showered, prayed with a melodious recitation of the Qur’an, and called his mother abroad.
 
The Family of Na’im
 
Na’im’s father was Al’awwal Mahmud, a Lebanese Muslim from a wealthy royal family. He had married Hajiya Zuwaira, a beautiful Hausa-Fulani woman from Kebbi. After Al’awwal’s death, the family lived mostly in America and the UK, but Zuwaira eventually returned to Nigeria with her children.
 
Na’im was the eldest, followed by Irfan, Hunaif, and their sister Aisha. They were educated, wealthy, and well connected. Na’im was a psychiatrist, the owner of a prestigious hospital in Abuja, and also a consular officer at the Lebanese embassy. He managed his family’s businesses across Nigeria.
 
Though brilliant and charming, Na’im had flaws. He drank occasionally, had many female friends, and was arrogant, often dismissing others as beneath him. His siblings also had weaknesses—Aisha, living in the West, had fallen into drugs and bad habits. Yet, in religion, they all maintained respect for prayer and Qur’an, blending contradictions of faith and worldly life.
 
Despite his vices, Na’im was loved. Patients at his hospital called him “Doctor Mai Imani” because he often treated the poor for free. Staff knew his temper but also admired his generosity. He could spend dollars like water, surprising even the rich with his lavish gifts.
 
The Story of Salma
 
Far from the glitter of Abuja, in a Fulani settlement near Suleja, lived a child named Salma. Her father, Ahmad, known as “Tall Man,” was from Borno. His wife Khairat, a Nigerien, had died after childbirth, leaving him alone with their daughter. With no mother, and fearing neglect if he remarried, Ahmad entrusted Salma to her mother’s relatives.
 
But when she turned two, he saw her suffering in hardship. One day at a hospital, he met an elderly Fulani couple who were childless. Touched by their kindness, Ahmad offered them Salma in trust, to raise her as their own while keeping ties with her family.
 
The old couple accepted joyfully. They traveled to Borno, met Salma’s extended family, and received blessings to raise her. Thus, Salma’s life changed—from struggle to love, from neglect to belonging.
 
Her story, though small compared to the grandeur of Na’im’s world, would one day intertwine with theirs.
 
Thus begins the tale of Na’im, the handsome heir with power, wealth, and contradictions, and Salma, the orphan child carried by fate into a new home. Their paths—one paved with gold, the other with hardship—were destined to cross in ways neither could imagine.
 
For now, Na’im continued his life of luxury and discipline, adored by many yet feared for his arrogance. And Salma grew under the care of her new guardians, innocent of the stormy world awaiting her.