Umar Faruqh Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

A Mother's Tears
 
Hamma sat quietly on a small stool by the door, peeling groundnuts. His mind drifted far from the loud argument between his mother and grandfather. All he could think about was how to deal with the street traders who disrupted peace in the town. Just then, a hot gust of wind blew past him, and as he tossed the peanut shells aside, he noticed tears rolling down his mother's cheeks.
 
Shocked, he turned sharply and saw his grandfather grabbing his herding stick and storming off. Hamma rushed to his mother's side and knelt before her, panic in his voice.
 
> “Are you crying, Ammina? Did I do something wrong?”
 
Before she could respond, he hugged her tightly. She sobbed harder.
 
> “You don’t listen to Hamma... I don’t want anything bad to happen to you…”
 
He wept along with her, then looked at his grandfather, whose eyes were now red and moist. The old man raised his stick, wanted to speak, but words failed him. He walked away in silence.
 
Ammi wiped her face and looked at her son gently.
 
> “You’ve upset your Baffa, Hamma.”
 
> “I’m sorry, Ammina. From now on, I’ll stop doing anything you both disapprove of, Insha Allah.”
 
Without waiting for a reply, he stood up and left the hut.
 
The Street Gang
 
Outside, Hamma found his friends waiting under their usual tree hangout — one with a stick, another with a machete, and one holding a knife. He sat on the bench beneath the tree, not bothering to look at them.
 
> “Ammina said no. I can’t join you anymore,” he said firmly.
 
They all exchanged confused glances. One of them hissed and threw his stick aside before walking off. The rest followed, visibly disappointed. Hamma sat quietly, guilt creeping into his chest.
 
Unexpected Encounters
 
By 5 p.m., he returned home carrying a heavy bundle of firewood over his shoulder. He called out,
 
> “I’m back, Ammina.”
 
He assumed the figure by the fireplace was his mother, but as the girl turned around, her long hair falling behind her, he scowled.
 
> “You! What are you doing in our house?”
 
Startled, she struggled to respond. Just then, Ammi entered.
 
> “You’re back, Hamma?”
 
> “Yes. Here’s the wood.”
 
> “May Allah bless you,” she said softly.
 
His dimples deepened with a smile — her prayers always meant the world to him.
 
> “Thanks for your help, Ummi,” Ammi added to the girl.
 
Ummi nodded, adjusted her headscarf, and hurried out. Ammi frowned, glancing at her son.
 
> “Did you say something to her, Hamma?”
 
> “I just got here!”
 
He followed Ammi into the room.
 
Royal Tensions
 
Elsewhere in the palace, Bismah prepared for bed. Dressed in her abaya, she turned to her mother.
 
> “Umma, are you sleeping?”
 
> “No.”
 
> “I'm going to see Abba. You might fall asleep before I return.”
 
Her mother smiled. Bismah stepped out, climbing toward her father’s quarters.
 
On the stairs, she bumped into Yusuf, who smirked at her. She ignored him, trying to pass, but he grabbed her.
 
> “Hey, you disrespectful girl.”
 
He snatched off her head covering. She shoved him.
 
> “What’s wrong with you, Yusuf?!”
 
A maid passing with a tray of fruits caught sight of them. Yusuf hissed and walked off angrily. The maid rushed to Bismah.
 
> “Didn’t I warn you about the prince?”
 
> “Wallahi, I was just going to Abba, and he dragged me.”
 
> “Don’t tell the King,” the maid pleaded. “His mother won’t believe you. She’ll say you’re making up stories.”
 
Bismah said nothing. She adjusted her scarf and continued upstairs.
 
Father-Daughter Bond
 
She entered her father’s chamber, where he smiled warmly.
 
> “Bismah, what took you so long?”
 
> “I was showering, Abba.”
 
She knelt, placing his foot on her lap and massaging it gently with menthol balm.
 
> “If only you’d marry Prince Yarima. My dream is to see you two together.”
 
She pouted playfully. He stroked her head.
 
> “No Qur’an lesson today?”
 
She switched to his other foot, then softly began reciting Suratul Qasas with her melodic voice. He listened, content.
 
Yusuf’s Obsession
 
Meanwhile, Yusuf lounged in the palace garden with friends.
 
> “I swear, if it’s not Bismah, I’ll die single. She’s the only one I want.”
 
One friend sipped wine.
 
> “Come on. You know she doesn’t like you. She’s all about studies. Just find another girl.”
 
Yusuf glared, pulled up a photo of Bismah on his phone — tight black trousers, pink top reading “I’m a Baby Doll”. He sighed, placing the phone on his chest and staring into the sky.
 
> “She’s perfect: figure-eight, fair skin, long hair, beauty, brains. She's everything. I’ll relax for life with her.”
 
> “Even if she doesn’t want you?” asked his friend.
 
> “I don’t care. Mummy always gets me what I want. Bismah is mine. Got it?”
 
The River Incident
 
In the village, five girls walked with water pots on their heads, chatting. One warned,
 
> “Hey, be quiet! It’s Friday — the day UMMARU NA YANKA bathes at the river. Don’t bring disgrace!”
 
The girls froze. One urged them,
 
> “Let’s go quickly before we run into trouble.”
 
Ummi later arrived at the river to fetch water for Ammi. Her heart pounded when she saw Hamma’s notorious gang nearby. Before she could turn, four boys surrounded her, fuming.
 
> “Don’t you know today is UMMARU NA YANKA’s day at the river?”
 
> “Please forgive me. I forgot,” she pleaded.
 
They dragged her to the riverbank, mocking her tears. One raised a whip. She closed her eyes, bracing for pain — when a strong voice cut through.
 
> “Stop.”
 
They dropped their weapons immediately.
 
Hamma stood, clad in a black vest and green trousers, power in his grip, face fierce. His pink lips glistened under the sun. Two of his boys retrieved his daggers and stood aside.
 
He approached Ummi, anger flashing.
 
> “What are you doing here?”
She stammered, trembling.
 
> “I forgot. Please forgive me.”
He yanked her hand, but steadied her as she stumbled. Another boy rushed to pour water over his hand, cleansing it.
 
> “Leave,” he commanded.
 
She looked up, surprised. He didn’t punish her.
 
Final Notes
 
This intense blend of family loyalty, rural struggle, and palace politics unfolds in a world where status and sincerity collide. Each character’s journey — Hamma’s transformation, Bismah’s quiet strength, Yusuf’s obsession — weaves into a gripping tale.