Mulki Ko Sarauta Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

A Daughter’s Tears at Home
The luxury car screeched as it parked inside the compound of the house. From the way it was parked, anyone could tell that the driver was in a terrible mood. She hurried out and rushed into the house without paying attention to the people prostrating to greet her.
In the main sitting room, she met her mother with the house staff. She twisted her face as if she was about to cry and said, “Mom, look at what Brother Aliyu did to me. He stopped me from enjoying myself at the party, he stopped me from having fun, he kept restricting me just because he said I should come back home because of these clothes.” Tears immediately streamed down her face.
Her mother looked at her dressing before turning to Aliyu, who was just entering the living room. She said, “Aliyu, what exactly is your problem with your sister’s dressing?”
Aliyu replied, “Mom, you’re asking me this even though you know very well that this kind of dressing does not suit a Muslim lady.”
Her mother frowned and looked at Affiya. “My dear, please forgive him. Go and change your clothes or wear a hijab over them.”
Affiya hissed, pouted her lips angrily, and stormed out of the living room while muttering under her breath.
Aliyu sat on a cushioned chair in the living room, watching her leave. He said, “Mom, you’re the one spoiling this girl.”
She replied, “What do I gain by stopping her from doing what she loves in her life?”
He kept quiet when he noticed the change in her expression. Then he said, “Tomorrow I’m going to Kaduna for Amir’s wedding. If Dad comes back, please inform him.”
She nodded and said, “May Allah grant you a safe journey.”
He answered “Ameen” and turned his attention to the television.
The Roots of the Story
Alhaji Ahmad Merah, popularly known as the Sarkin Zamfara, lives in Abuja with his family. He has two wives: Hajiya Zainab and Hajiya Hadiza. Hajiya Zainab is the elder sister of Hajiya Amina (the mother of Affiya and Aliyu). She has two children, Aiman and Rumaisa.
Hajiya Hadiza has three daughters—Asma’u, Sumayya, and Firdausi—all of whom are married, as they are older than Aiman and Rumaisa. Their family house is like a small community, often nicknamed “Paradise on Earth” because of the wealth and royal status associated with it.
Alhaji Usman, popularly known as “the President,” is the father of Affiya and Aliyu. His wife is Hajiya Amina, the younger sister of Hajiya Zainab and the mother of Aiman and Rumaisa. They are of Shuwa Arab origin. Alhaji Ahmad and Alhaji Usman are close friends, which is why they promised to marry off their children to each other without the children knowing, especially since Aiman was studying in Phoenix.
Prince Aiman, as he is fondly called in Phoenix, was close to completing his medical studies and was about to graduate as Dr. Merah. That had always been his dream. He was a very reserved man—calm, self-controlled, dignified, and royal in carriage. Because of his reserved nature, he never interfered in matters that didn’t concern him. Once he set his mind on something, he was determined to achieve it.
Many women admired and loved him deeply, often throwing themselves at him because of his looks and the way he carried his authority and class. Yet he never desired any of them. Chasing women was not his habit. According to him, women did not impress him; rather, they annoyed him. That was why he spent most of his time in the library, reading.
He had never fallen in love, never confessed love, and did not even understand what love meant. To him, love was nothing but stress and emotional pain. He despised people who wasted their time, thoughts, and hearts on love. Football and his studies were what mattered most to him; he saw them as the pillars of life. Without them, life was meaningless—certainly not love, which he believed was ninety percent deceit.
His mind was fixed on his laptop as he struggled to find the solution to an assignment. His head began to ache from frustration. He sighed deeply and pushed the laptop aside, not because he had given up, but to give his aching mind some relief.
Aiman and Nabila
“Assalamu Alaikum,” she greeted softly in a gentle, respectful voice. He returned the greeting without looking at her, knowing from the voice that it was a woman. She was not bothered by his lack of attention; she knew exactly who Aiman Merah was. She pulled a chair closer to him, sat down, and smiled.
“Greetings, Prince,” she said. He neither replied nor looked at her. Instead, he closed his eyes, thinking about his mother and realizing that he had to travel to Nigeria to see her.
She said, “Aiman, you won’t even look at me, let alone give me the chance to tell you why I came.”
He remained silent, eyes still closed. She did not give up and continued, “If it’s money you’re proud of, my father has it. If it’s beauty, I have that too. So why do you treat me with contempt? Why do you ignore me despite the deep love I have for you?”
At that moment, he opened his big eyes and looked at her. Her heart raced at the intensity of his gaze and his striking handsomeness. His beauty unsettled her, making her body feel weak and heavy. He studied her, trying to understand something about her, but all he saw was that she was fair, beautiful, curvy, and short—yet she did not impress him.
He looked away, unsure of what words to use, as he was not used to long conversations. He began packing his phones and laptop, stood up, and prepared to leave. She quickly stood up as well.
She said, “Even if you won’t marry me, at least give me some time to show you how much I love you—even if it’s just for a while, please, Prince.” Her eyes were filled with tears from the pain of loving him. That was when he finally spoke.
He said, “Do I look like a foolish man?” She quickly shook her head.
“Am I looking for a woman?” Again, she shook her head.
He sighed deeply. “So you, a foolish girl, is this how you go around seeking love?”
“I’m the foolish one, Aiman,” she said.
“Yes,” he replied. “If you’re not foolish, why would you throw yourself at a man?”
“Is it a crime to show love, Aiman?”
“Love?” he repeated. She nodded, staring at him.
He smiled—a smile that made him even more handsome. It was the first time she had ever seen him smile since they met at school. She had only seen him smile while on the phone or with his friends. Her heart overflowed with happiness; unconsciously, she smiled too, believing his smile meant acceptance of her love.
He interrupted her thoughts by saying, “What’s your name?”
“Aiman, we’ve known each other for two years, and you’re saying you don’t know my name?”
He smirked and turned to leave. She quickly blocked his path. “Please wait. My name is Nabila Moh’d.” He nodded.
Then he said, “Nabila, I’m sorry. Aiman does not understand love, and he does not want to. I’m surprised at how much importance you attach to love—to the point of throwing away your dignity and self-respect. What a shame.” He said this with disgust, looking at her scornfully.
“I’m telling you to leave Aiman’s path and free Aiman’s heart. Don’t disturb me. I don’t mean to hurt you. If your heart insists on clinging to me, I can only pity you—and that will be friendship only. We won’t be together, no, not at all. We’ll only greet each other on the road, and not even every day.”
With that, he turned and left without waiting for her reply. Her heart was heavy with pain as she left, almost collapsing from sorrow.
With pride and authority, he parked his car and stepped out. The security men and aides prostrated to greet him. They were used to him—Prince Aiman was not one who easily responded to greetings, so they did not mind whether he answered or not.
He entered the house without acknowledging them, went straight to the bathroom, bathed, and came out drying himself with a small towel. His mind was filled with thoughts of Nabila. He wondered how times had changed, how women now chased men for meaningless love. To him, women had no class, and he would never want one in his life because they held no importance to him.
He sighed deeply, irritated by his encounter with Nabila, despising her intensely. Within minutes, he packed his bags and headed to the airport, ready to travel to Nigeria.