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- Love Stories
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- TXT
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- 23 chapters/parts
- Published
- May 25, 2025
- Updated
- Sep 14, 2026
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- Author
- Ummu Farhan
- Publisher
- Ashwar Media Hausa
ABOUT THIS BOOK
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TASNEEM BOOK 1 COMPLETE HAUSA NOVEL
By Ummu Farheen & Aysha Gana
Storm in Gangara
Gangara town in Katsina was dark and stormy, heavy clouds swirling above, and fierce wind sending people rushing to safety. But amidst the chaos, a little girl around ten walked slowly, barefoot, singing to herself. Her name was Tasneem, her hands clutching a container of leftover vegetable soup and kulikuli.
As rain started pouring, Tasneem didn’t run like everyone else. Instead, she dropped her container and danced in the rain, laughing with childlike innocence—until a thunderclap startled her, and she bolted toward a nearby shop.
Inside the shop, her older brother Tasiu gave her a stern look.
“Wallahi Tasneem, you never listen! What if you catch a cold? You think I’m ready to pay hospital bills?”
She pouted, asking for a biscuit. At first, he refused, reminding her the shop belonged to Baba Ado, not them. But he gave in, handed her a biscuit, and dropped ₦5 in the cash box.
From Rain to Kindness
Later that evening, soaked but smiling, Tasneem returned home. She saw her grandmother Iya preparing dinner but received only glares instead of greetings. She retreated quietly to her corner.
That night, Tasiu brought her cooked indomie, but Tasneem had already received tuwo from her friend Salame, who smuggled it to her out of pity. Despite her hunger, she left half the food for Tasiu. When he came in, they shared the meal quietly.
Morning at the Market
The next morning, Tasneem woke early, cleaned her room, wore her worn LEA uniform, and prepared for school. She passed by Baba Ado’s house, greeted him politely, and received his blessing.
On the way, Salame shared breakfast with her, and off they went to school.
A Visit to Goggo’s House
After school, Tasneem went to her beloved Goggo’s house. Goggo, always kind and warm, welcomed her with danwake. Tasneem ate, then insisted on doing Goggo’s chores—sweeping, dishes, and more.
Later, she handed over the money from the sales of zogale (moringa leaves) and asked Goggo for more to sell at the market.
The Mysterious Mansion
On her way, Tasneem passed a large compound she’d always been curious about. Today, curiosity won. She peeped through the gate and saw men packing fresh fruits into sacks. Boldly, she entered and asked an elderly man, “Baba, can I have one of those?”
Surprised but amused, the old man—Alhaji—handed her four apples. They spoke briefly, and she told him her name.
Something about her face stirred memories in Alhaji, but he couldn’t place it. “Come again tomorrow,” he said, smiling.
Tasneem sold her zogale, received payment—₦500—and returned to Goggo. When Goggo saw the new ₦100 notes, she panicked, thinking it was stolen. But Tasneem explained everything.
Caution from Tasiu
Later that night, Tasneem went to Tasiu’s shop and shared one apple with him. He listened carefully as she narrated her encounter with Alhaji.
Suddenly, his face hardened.
“Don’t go there again, Tasneem. You hear me?”
“But why, Yaya? He’s nice,” she replied with teary eyes.
“I said no!”
She pouted and wiped her tears.
He softened and shared a gentle moment with her. “Your talking too much always gets you in trouble,” he teased.
She grinned, “Then take me to Makka, like Alhaji.”
“You think it’s that easy?”
“Well, mama went, didn’t she?”
“Yes. She performed Hajj and Umrah before she passed.”
That night, Tasneem slept with dreams of a faraway place—Makka.
Another Day, Another Trial
The next morning, Tasneem woke early, excited to sell more zogale. But instead of encouragement, she faced another round of mistreatment from Iya, who saw her as a burden. Only Tasiu, her quiet and responsible brother, stood by her.
At the market, she returned to Alhaji’s compound. Again, he was kind, giving her fruits and paying generously for the leaves. Tasneem glowed with joy, unaware of the quiet concern growing in Alhaji’s eyes as he looked at her.
Village Gossips and Fears
Back at home, trouble brewed. Iya and Mallam argued. Mallam warned, “If you mistreat these kids because of their mother, I swear I’ll divorce you.”
Tasneem overheard it all. She didn’t understand everything, but she knew one thing: she was not welcome in her own home.
She whispered to Tasiu later that night, “Can’t we just go back to our real home, Yaya?”
He had no answer. Just a heavy heart.
By Ummu Farheen & Aysha Gana
Storm in Gangara
Gangara town in Katsina was dark and stormy, heavy clouds swirling above, and fierce wind sending people rushing to safety. But amidst the chaos, a little girl around ten walked slowly, barefoot, singing to herself. Her name was Tasneem, her hands clutching a container of leftover vegetable soup and kulikuli.
As rain started pouring, Tasneem didn’t run like everyone else. Instead, she dropped her container and danced in the rain, laughing with childlike innocence—until a thunderclap startled her, and she bolted toward a nearby shop.
Inside the shop, her older brother Tasiu gave her a stern look.
“Wallahi Tasneem, you never listen! What if you catch a cold? You think I’m ready to pay hospital bills?”
She pouted, asking for a biscuit. At first, he refused, reminding her the shop belonged to Baba Ado, not them. But he gave in, handed her a biscuit, and dropped ₦5 in the cash box.
From Rain to Kindness
Later that evening, soaked but smiling, Tasneem returned home. She saw her grandmother Iya preparing dinner but received only glares instead of greetings. She retreated quietly to her corner.
That night, Tasiu brought her cooked indomie, but Tasneem had already received tuwo from her friend Salame, who smuggled it to her out of pity. Despite her hunger, she left half the food for Tasiu. When he came in, they shared the meal quietly.
Morning at the Market
The next morning, Tasneem woke early, cleaned her room, wore her worn LEA uniform, and prepared for school. She passed by Baba Ado’s house, greeted him politely, and received his blessing.
On the way, Salame shared breakfast with her, and off they went to school.
A Visit to Goggo’s House
After school, Tasneem went to her beloved Goggo’s house. Goggo, always kind and warm, welcomed her with danwake. Tasneem ate, then insisted on doing Goggo’s chores—sweeping, dishes, and more.
Later, she handed over the money from the sales of zogale (moringa leaves) and asked Goggo for more to sell at the market.
The Mysterious Mansion
On her way, Tasneem passed a large compound she’d always been curious about. Today, curiosity won. She peeped through the gate and saw men packing fresh fruits into sacks. Boldly, she entered and asked an elderly man, “Baba, can I have one of those?”
Surprised but amused, the old man—Alhaji—handed her four apples. They spoke briefly, and she told him her name.
Something about her face stirred memories in Alhaji, but he couldn’t place it. “Come again tomorrow,” he said, smiling.
Tasneem sold her zogale, received payment—₦500—and returned to Goggo. When Goggo saw the new ₦100 notes, she panicked, thinking it was stolen. But Tasneem explained everything.
Caution from Tasiu
Later that night, Tasneem went to Tasiu’s shop and shared one apple with him. He listened carefully as she narrated her encounter with Alhaji.
Suddenly, his face hardened.
“Don’t go there again, Tasneem. You hear me?”
“But why, Yaya? He’s nice,” she replied with teary eyes.
“I said no!”
She pouted and wiped her tears.
He softened and shared a gentle moment with her. “Your talking too much always gets you in trouble,” he teased.
She grinned, “Then take me to Makka, like Alhaji.”
“You think it’s that easy?”
“Well, mama went, didn’t she?”
“Yes. She performed Hajj and Umrah before she passed.”
That night, Tasneem slept with dreams of a faraway place—Makka.
Another Day, Another Trial
The next morning, Tasneem woke early, excited to sell more zogale. But instead of encouragement, she faced another round of mistreatment from Iya, who saw her as a burden. Only Tasiu, her quiet and responsible brother, stood by her.
At the market, she returned to Alhaji’s compound. Again, he was kind, giving her fruits and paying generously for the leaves. Tasneem glowed with joy, unaware of the quiet concern growing in Alhaji’s eyes as he looked at her.
Village Gossips and Fears
Back at home, trouble brewed. Iya and Mallam argued. Mallam warned, “If you mistreat these kids because of their mother, I swear I’ll divorce you.”
Tasneem overheard it all. She didn’t understand everything, but she knew one thing: she was not welcome in her own home.
She whispered to Tasiu later that night, “Can’t we just go back to our real home, Yaya?”
He had no answer. Just a heavy heart.
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