Kano To Jidda Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The Village of Laminkwai
 
In the quiet village of Laminkwai, nestled in Daurawa near Yako, under Kiru local government of Kano State, lived Malam Hashimu, a Fulani man with a single wife, Laminde, and a daughter named Suhaima.
 
Suhaima, a beautiful ten-year-old, was the couple’s only surviving child. After her, four sons were born—but each died on the night of their birth. Her father, obsessed with having male heirs, blamed Suhaima for his misfortunes.
 
A Father's Hatred
 
Hashimu believed Suhaima brought him nothing but misfortune—infertility of the land, grinding poverty, and the death of his sons. He called her a curse, a witch who devoured his offspring. No matter how much Laminde pleaded with him, he refused to change. The villagers, instead of helping, fueled his cruelty.
 
Suhaima, unaware of her “sin,” faced constant abuse. She attended Quranic school sporadically since her father refused to pay the weekly fee. On a typical day, she quietly washed her slate when her father stormed in, his face dark with anger. Suhaima tried to flee but was trapped. Trembling, she begged, “Please, Baffa, I didn’t kill anyone. I swear I’m not a witch.”
 
But her pleas only angered him more. He beat her mercilessly while she screamed for her mother, who could only cry from the corner of the room, helpless.
 
A Faint Hope
 
Only when Suhaima lay unconscious did he stop. Laminde rushed to revive her with water and carefully tended to her wounds. As Suhaima regained consciousness, she whispered, “Inna, please take me to my real father. This one is not mine.”
 
Tears streamed down Laminde’s face. “My child, you have no other father. Pray for him. One day, Allah will guide him.”
 
So Suhaima endured, holding on to the only comfort she had: her mother’s arms and the fragile hope that things might one day change.
 
Struggling for Education
 
One day, she was again sent home from school for not paying the weekly fee. Suhaima, ashamed, sat quietly in her mother’s room, thinking. Laminde saw her and asked what was wrong. Between sobs, Suhaima explained. Laminde encouraged her gently, “Go ask your father. If he beats you, so be it. A day will come when he’ll carry your burden.”
 
Suhaima mustered the courage. She approached him cautiously, knelt at the door, and greeted him. Before she could speak, he slapped her—twice.
 
“You stubborn witch!” he shouted. “I don’t love you. I never will. Stay away from me before I kill you.”
 
Suhaima, now used to his hatred, wept quietly. “Baffa, even if you kill me, I forgive you. I only need the school fee.”
 
Reluctantly, he pulled out a crumpled ₦20 note and threw it at her. She thanked him and left. But before she could go far, he hissed, “I pray Allah kills you before I die. I hate the sight of you.”
 
A Taste of Meat
 
One day, the local councillor gave Hashimu ₦10,000. Overjoyed, he bought meat—balangu—for himself and his wife, a rare treat. Back home, he was cheerful, something Laminde hadn’t seen in years. He even offered her a whole pack of meat.
 
Later, Suhaima returned from school, and the atmosphere changed instantly. Hashimu’s face hardened. Suhaima, excited to see meat after a year, stretched her hand to receive a piece from her mother—but Hashimu flew into a rage and beat her until her foot was dislocated.
 
Laminde, heartbroken, tended to her daughter, gently aligning her bones and teaching her how to wrap the injured foot.
 
Accusation and Tragedy
 
That night, Hashimu hid his remaining money under his bed. By morning, it was gone—stolen by a rat.
 
He accused Suhaima without proof. While she was preparing the morning fire, he descended on her with blows, screaming, “You stole my money! Confess!”
 
“I didn’t take it,” she sobbed. “I didn’t even know you had money!”
 
Still, he beat her mercilessly. Finally, he roared, “You have two hours. Go to Kwanar Dangora and sell yourself to raise my money—or leave my house forever!”
 
Laminde collapsed in shock. With blood pouring from her mouth, she whispered, “Suhaima, if hardship ever makes you lose your dignity outside marriage, I will never forgive you.”
 
Then she died in her daughter’s arms.
 
The Unbearable Blame
 
Hashimu, seeing his wife lifeless, screamed, “You’ve killed her! Just like the others!”
 
Neighbors, drawn by his cries, rushed in. He told everyone Suhaima had murdered her mother. One woman fetched water and revived the girl. But Suhaima’s world had already shattered. She watched, numb, as her only protector was washed, prayed over, and buried.
 
For forty days, Suhaima didn’t speak much. Her pain was beyond words.
 
A New Wife, A New Chapter
 
Just three months after Laminde’s death, Hashimu married a widow named Lantana, beginning yet another chapter in Suhaima’s difficult life.
 
This is a tale of child abuse, societal failure, and the silent strength of a girl who never knew love from the one person meant to protect her. The story doesn't end here—but this chapter shows the devastating toll of hatred and the enduring hope of those who suffer in silence.