About Imaan Book One

Imaan Book One Complete Hausa Novels introduces readers to a wealthy
compound with different family sections. In the middle of this family setting is Imaan,
a young girl whose behavior, stubbornness, and emotional reactions easily draw attention.

The opening part of the story shows her conflict with Mujaheed, Inna, Umma, Abba, and
other family members. It blends humor, tension, household drama, and the complicated
emotions that come with living in an extended family compound.

Imaan Book One English Translation

It was a very large compound filled with beautiful flowers and attractive trees. From
the moment one looked at the courtyard, it was obvious that money had truly settled
there.

The spacious compound contained three separate sections, all painted with the same
color. Each section had a long distance between it and the next one.

The first section was the one a person would meet immediately after entering through
the gate. It belonged to the modern main house, and it was not small at all. In fact,
it was bigger than all the other sections. It was a very large duplex with a wide parking
space by the side.

Crouched beside the tap in front of that first main section was a fair young girl who
could not be more than eighteen years old. Even though she was bent down, it was still
easy to tell that she was tall.

Water was flowing from the tap into the bucket she had placed there to fill. She kept
rubbing one of the socks in her hand as if she pitied it.

She was washing vests, caps, and three different pairs of socks, yet she had spent almost
an hour there.

When she heard the entrance door open, she froze where she was crouching. Her eyes
widened, and her heart skipped in fear because, as far as she knew, no one was in that
section except her. She had been washing there for a while, and the occupants of that
side had all gone for a wedding. She had seen them leave. If they had been around, even
if she was mad, she knew she would never have come to their side to wash clothes.

Slowly, she turned to see who had come out.

A very tall young man, who could not be more than thirty-three years old, stood at the
entrance of the house wearing a milk-colored jalabiya.

She looked away and continued rinsing her clothes.

He folded his arms calmly and said,

“You.”

As if she was about to cry, she turned and looked at him.

He asked,

“What brought you here to wash clothes?”

She opened her large eyes and said,

“Our tap got spoiled yesterday, and…”

He cut her off.

“Stand up and leave this place.”

She replied,

“But I am almost done.”

Strictly, raising his voice slightly, he said,

“Pack your things and leave here. Do not let me reach where you are.”

She looked away, pushed her lips forward, then stood up. She poured away all the water,
placed the buckets together, put the few clothes she had washed inside, carried everything,
and left the place as if she wanted to fly away. She did not look back at him again.

After she had gone far, she twisted her mouth and muttered under her breath,

“May Allah judge.”

When she reached the second section, which was a large and beautiful bungalow, she stopped.
That side also had its own parking lot that could take three cars.

She stared at the remaining clothes she had not finished washing as if she was about
to cry. What was she going to do now? If Ammi saw that she had not finished, she would
start scolding her and asking what she had been doing since morning.

She looked toward the direction that led to the last section, then hissed quietly, knowing
that the owner of that section might not even allow her to touch her tap.

After standing there for a while, she still went to the last section.

That section was also a bungalow, though it was not as big as theirs, and the design was
different.

Slowly, she dropped her buckets beside the tap opposite the entrance to the living room,
stealing glances at the door as she did so.

Carefully, she opened the tap in a way that the sound of the flowing water would not be
loud. She placed the bucket in a slanted position so that the sound of the water would
not be heard, then continued rinsing her clothes.

Her heart fell when she heard footsteps. She thought it was the owner of that section.

But it was the same man from earlier who was coming. She refused to make eye contact
with him and continued washing. He too did not look at her. He had not even reached the
living room when they heard the voice of an old woman saying,

“Why does it sound as if someone is touching my tap outside?”

Quickly, Imaan turned off the tap and wanted to carry her things and run, but the old
woman came out.

The old woman opened her mouth in surprise and stared at her before asking,

“Who is this again? What are you doing near my tap?”

The young girl pushed her lips forward and said,

“Inna, our own tap is spoiled.”

Inna quickly cut her off.

“Because yours is spoiled, was I the one who spoiled it for you?”

The girl said,

“But were you not the one who told me earlier to come and fetch water for you and take
it to the bathroom? That is why I came to pour water for you.”

Inna looked at her strangely.

“You? You that I know? You will carry water to the bathroom for me, hypocrite? My name
is not Aisha. By Allah, be careful with me in this house. My water is not useless. Do
not come here again. You spoiled your own tap, and now you want to come and spoil mine
out of wickedness, right?”

Imaan only stared at her as if she was about to cry.

Inna continued angrily,

“Your mother will fetch my water when the tank finishes. You want to make me start
checking taps up and down until worms and disease catch me? This girl of Bukar is
truly troublesome. Your destructive behavior is beyond your size.”

Inna widened her eyes and said,

“Quickly carry my water and go pour it in the bathroom for me. In this house, whoever
takes what belongs to me without permission, I will not forgive. Everyone has their
own tap, but out of wickedness you bring your dirty buckets and fetch my water, wicked
children.”

This time, Imaan stood there with a serious face, just staring at her.

Angrily, Inna said,

“Will you not go and pour the water in my bathroom, or should I send for Bukar to come
from wherever he is now?”

Imaan carried the water and walked into the house angrily.

Inna went into the living room, brought out a small padlock, locked the tap, and returned
inside, saying,

“It is better for me to be without water than for people to come here and keep fetching
from mine until they cheat me.”

When she entered the living room, she saw the young man sitting on a chair, pressing
his phone.

She frowned, picked up a cleaning cloth, walked to the television area, and continued
wiping as she said,

“You have come back again to finish the rest of the foolishness you forgot to do, right?
So all the nonsense you did yesterday was not enough for you? As for me, leave my living
room. I do not care. I am minding myself today. Go and do it to your mother.”

He did not answer her. He only continued pressing his phone.

After some time, he stood and said,

“Abba sent me to come and apologize to you.”

After saying that, he headed toward the door with a hard face.

Inna shouted,

“Imaan, since this man entered, did you hear him say anything to me? By Allah, you have
not apologized to me. If you are not careful, I will walk out to the office and meet
Ahmadu right now.”

Imaan was in the room, closing a large container she had pulled from under the bed and
trying to tie the sweet snacks she had packed inside a nylon bag. When Inna called her
again, she said,

“I am coming.”

She gently opened the window, threw the nylon bag outside, rushed into the bathroom,
washed her hands quickly, and came out to the living room with a frown.

“Why are you calling me?”

Inna pointed at him and said,

“Since you came in, did you hear this servant of Allah speak?”

Imaan twisted her mouth.

“Who?”

Inna said,

“Mujaheed.”

Imaan replied,

“How would I know? I was inside the room.”

After saying that, she passed beside him and left the living room. She carried the rest
of her laundry, hurried to the back, picked up her nylon bag of snacks, and went back
to their own section.

She gently opened the living room door, peeped inside, and when she saw that Ammi was
not there, she rushed into her bedroom, locked the door, and dropped the buckets in the
bathroom.

In the evening, Ammi entered her room and found her lying down asleep.

“Imaan,” Ammi called.

She slowly opened her eyes.

Ammi said,

“Wake up from this sleep. Evening has come. Have you brought in the socks you washed?”

Rubbing her eyes, Imaan said,

“I will bring them.”

Ammi said,

“Your hijabs that I washed are on Anty’s clothesline. Go and bring them too. Just because
the people of the house are not around, you refused to go to school, right?”

Imaan said nothing.

Ammi turned and left.

Imaan’s eyes widened. She quickly got up and went into the bathroom. She squeezed the
socks, cap, and inner wears, put them inside the dryer of the washing machine, turned
it on, and went outside.

While she was gathering her hijabs from the clothesline, Ammi told the gatekeeper to
open the gate.

A very expensive car entered the compound and drove straight to the parking space of
the main section. Another car followed it into the same parking space.

The man from that morning came out from the driver’s seat of the first car, now dressed
in casual clothes. A girl who could not be older than Imaan came out from the front seat.
Then a woman who could not be more than fifty-four came out from the back seat with a
twenty-year-old girl.

Just by looking at them, one could tell that they were members of the same household.

Imaan looked away and continued what she was doing.

The second car was opened. A young man who looked exactly like Mujaheed came out, except
that he was lighter in complexion. He too was tall, though Mujaheed was four years older
than him. His mother came out from the back of the car, together with his four younger
sisters.

When his mother saw Imaan, she smiled and said,

“Oh, young lady, you washed clothes?”

Imaan smiled shyly, hiding her face.

“Welcome back, Anty.”

Anty replied,

“Thank you, Imaan. How is Ammi?”

Imaan said,

“She is at home.”

She looked at the young man standing beside Anty and staring at her.

“Good evening, Ya Yusuf.”

He replied,

“Good evening, Imaan of Daddy. But I know you were not the one who washed all these.”

She widened her eyes.

“I did wash them.”

Anty said,

“Then he will do it for you if you did not. Ignore his teasing.”

Mujaheed had already headed toward the entrance of their section. His mother, Umma, who
had been secretly watching Imaan because Imaan refused to look at her, followed behind
him.

Anty also left, with Yusuf walking after her. Yusuf looked back at Imaan and said,

“I heard that today you did not go to tease Inna so that she would report you to Daddy.”

Imaan laughed.

“What is my business with her? I have stopped going to her section.”

After saying that, she turned and went to their side.

At night, Imaan was about to wear her night clothes and sleep when Ammi entered the room.

Looking at her, Ammi said,

“Go. Abba is calling you.”

Imaan widened her eyes.

“Abba? Ammi?”

Ammi turned and left.

As if she was about to cry, Imaan put on her hijab and went out, wondering why Abba was
calling her at that hour of the night.

Slowly, she opened the door to Abba’s living room and entered after removing her slippers.

Abba was sitting on a three-seater chair. Mujaheed was also seated on the soft carpet
spread across the floor. Umma was seated on a one-seater chair, and Anty was there too.

Imaan walked in with her head down and sat on the floor beside Anty. In a low voice,
she greeted Abba.

Abba answered and asked,

“How is school?”

She replied,

“Alhamdulillah.”

Abba said,

“Imaan, is this your discipline, refusing to greet someone older than you?”

Imaan raised her head and looked at him.

He frowned and said,

“Is Hajiya your age mate that you do not greet her in this house?”

She remained silent and said nothing.

He frowned harder.

“I am talking to you, Imaan. And stop staring at me, my friend.”

Slowly, her face began to change. She played with her fingers, and suddenly she burst
into tears.

Abba shouted at her.

“So crying is what you found to do because I have not flogged you now?”

She cried loudly like someone who had been beaten.

Mujaheed stood and shouted at her in a frightening voice. She jumped up and ran toward
the door. He was about to follow her, but Abba stopped him.

“Leave her, M.A. May Allah guide her.”

Umma twisted her mouth and said,

“Children of nowadays who are not even pampered still end up badly, let alone this one.”

Anty stood and left the living room. Abba said nothing.

Imaan did not go anywhere else. She went straight to Inna’s section. As soon as she
entered the living room, she collapsed onto a chair and burst into tears.

Inna quickly came out of her room. Yusuf, who had been lying on a three-seater chair,
sat up in surprise.

“What happened, Imaan?” he asked.

Inna’s body trembled.

“What happened to Aisha?”

Imaan refused to say anything and only kept crying.

Inna was already heading toward the door when Imaan said through tears,

“Nothing happened to my Ammi.”

Inna came back and said,

“You should fear Allah. My heart almost stopped. Why would you enter crying like this
and bring trouble to me while I am sitting peacefully?”

In a trembling voice, Imaan said,

“It is not even Umma.”

Inna asked,

“Who is it then?”

Imaan said nothing and continued crying.

Inna said,

“Are you talking about that woman who looks like an albino? The mother of that useless
boy Mujaheed?”

Imaan swallowed with difficulty and said,

“Yes.”

Inna wiped sweat from her face.

“Then she will see real disrespect today. What did she do to you?”

Slowly, Imaan said,

“She went and told Abba that I do not greet her, even though whenever I greet her, she
does not answer. Then Abba called me…”

She broke down in tears again.

Inna smiled strangely and nodded.

“A monkey has disguised itself as a human being. So what happened when he called you?”

Imaan looked at her while sobbing.

“He was scolding me.”

Inna immediately left the living room.

Imaan stole a glance at Yusuf, who sat with his hand under his chin, watching her. She
stood, pushed her lips forward, and left.

When Inna reached Yusuf’s section, she went straight to Abba’s living room. Abba was
still seated there with Umma and Mujaheed.

All of them raised their heads and looked at her.

Inna stood in the middle of the living room, looked at Abba, and said,

“Now, boy, while Bukar still breathes in this world, you will put your eyes on his
daughter? Because of this woman, you will disgrace a girl whose health itself is not
even strong enough, except by the mercy of Allah? Ahmadu, with all the love your brother
has for you, you will close your eyes and join people in insulting his only daughter?”

She held the edge of her wrapper and wiped her tears.

“I have seen what is enough for me, even if it is not enough for Allah.”

At first, Abba could not say anything. Later, he said,

“Come on, Inna. What kind of talk is this?”

Angrily, she said,

“Oh, am I speaking another language that you are asking me what kind of talk I am saying?
By Allah, listen well. Because of Fatima in this house, I can quarrel with anyone, and
she will not greet your wife. Does your big wife greet people?”

Mujaheed stood and headed toward the door as if he wanted to fly away.

Inna followed him with a dangerous look, hissed loudly, and turned back to Abba, who
was still staring at her.

She frowned and said,

“Ahmadu, when last did this wife of yours bring her legs to my side to greet me? Truly!
Who is she expecting my girl to go and greet? Am I useless that she will be the one
receiving greetings?”

“By Allah, no one should ever put their mouth on my granddaughter again in this house.
If not, I will make Bukar move back to one of his houses. He was the one who insisted
on staying together with you. Since his daughter is being oppressed, it is better he
leaves the house.”

She continued,

“Look at Mujaheed. He became angry just because I mentioned his mother. You saw him.
He nearly pushed me down because of anger. So is one mother better than another? Why
can you not also protect me like that? You have followed your wife and supported her,
while she does not even recognize that I am alive in this house. We shall see whether
she was the one who gave birth to me in this world.”

“This is disrespect, by Allah. She is angry because Imaan does not greet her. Then Imaan
will not greet her. Let her never mention my granddaughter again. Let her face her own
affairs in this house.”

Abba remained silent with his head lowered.

Umma folded her arms where she sat and looked in another direction.

Abba raised his head and looked at his mother.

“Please forgive me, Inna.”

She gave him a sharp look.

“You should apologize to your wife instead, since I have offended her.”

After saying that, she walked out.

Imaan was almost at their section when she saw the beans she had planted in a big tin
as an Agricultural Science assignment. The plant had been uprooted, and all its roots
were out of the tin.

Her eyes widened, and she hurried toward it. Tears immediately filled her eyes.

“By Allah, I know Rahma is the one who destroyed my plant.”

Then she burst into tears out of frustration and crouched beside it.

She did not notice that Mujaheed had reached the place. She turned, her eyes soaked
with tears, and looked at him before breaking down again.

He frowned, looked at her leg, and asked,

“What happened?”

She stood in a trembling voice and said,

“Yaya, look at what Rahma did to my assignment. It is ten marks, and we are submitting
it on Friday. Look at it. It had already grown. Because mine was better than theirs,
she uprooted it.”

Seeing that he was only glaring at her, she turned and walked away, still crying.

He pulled her back and gave her a certain look.

“So you went and reported Abba to Inna?”

She immediately stopped crying after realizing that he had followed her because of that.

She pulled her hand free and ran away. He almost caught her, but she entered their living
room, slammed the door shut, and locked it.

Ammi, who was sitting in the living room watching television, stood up.

“What is this, Imaan?”

Imaan burst into laughter and rushed into her room.

“I was in a hurry to come and sleep, Ammi.”

When she entered her bedroom, she locked the door.

Around ten o’clock, when Imaan had almost fallen asleep, Ammi opened her door.

Imaan opened her eyes.

Ammi frowned and asked,

“What did you take from Inna’s room?”

Imaan quickly sat up.

“I took something from her? Is that what she said?”

Ammi said,

“I told you to stop going to her section and bringing me problems, but you refused.
Bring out whatever you took from her. She is at the door.”

Imaan pushed her lips forward, climbed down from the bed, and followed Ammi out.

She came face to face with Inna, who was standing at the door with a squeezed face.

Imaan frowned and said,

“What did I take from you that made you follow me here at this time of the night?”

Inna said,

“Among all my grandchildren, none of them touches my things without permission except
you. You are the one with this bad habit. So quickly bring out my sweet snacks. I did
not leave them by mistake. I know what I kept. I have not started going mad.”

Ammi found a place and sat down.

Imaan changed her face as if she was about to cry.

“When did I go there that I would take your things? I do not even eat much. Besides,
would you not have seen it in my hand if I left with it?”

Ammi shouted at her.

“Go and bring what you took before I slap you.”

Imaan glared at Inna and went into the kitchen. She came out with the nylon bag of sweet
snacks.

Inna opened her mouth in shock and snatched the nylon bag.

“I have seen the power of Allah, I, Asabe. Since Aisha was the one who sat and fried
them after mixing the batter, you had to carry them and bring them here for you people
to eat.”

“As for me, I do not want to see your legs in my section again because your character
is frightening. This is not the kind of upbringing a person should have. You entered
under someone’s bed, pulled out a container, and took my things.”

“Now, if it was not because you are my blood, do you think that if I said, ‘May Allah
judge,’ it would not follow you? By Allah, it is because of my son that you are enjoying
respect in this house. I do not want to see you in my living room again. You do not
benefit me in any way. You only lie down on my chair and stretch yourself, and you have
spoiled my chairs.”

After saying that, she turned and left.

Imaan refused to look at Ammi. She went back into her room, closed the door, and lay
down while pushing her lips forward.

Imaan Book One Novel Details

• Novel Title: Imaan Book One Complete Hausa Novels
• Category: Complete Hausa Novels
• Language: English Translation
• Main Character: Imaan
• Other Characters: Mujaheed, Inna, Ammi, Abba, Umma, Anty, Yusuf, Rahma
• Main Themes: Family drama, stubbornness, discipline, household conflict, pride, jealousy, and emotional tension
• Setting: A large wealthy family compound

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Frequently Asked Questions About Imaan Book One Complete Hausa Novels

What is Imaan Book One Complete Hausa Novels about?

Imaan Book One Complete Hausa Novels is about Imaan, a young girl living
in a wealthy extended family compound where her stubborn behavior and family conflicts
create emotional drama.

Who is Imaan in Imaan Book One?

Imaan is the main character of the story. She is a young girl known for her stubbornness,
emotional reactions, and sharp behavior within the family compound.

Who is Mujaheed in Imaan Book One?

Mujaheed is a tall and strict young man in the compound. He appears early in the story
when he stops Imaan from washing clothes in his family section.

Why does Imaan cry in Book One?

Imaan cries after Abba scolds her for not greeting Umma. She later runs to Inna, who
angrily defends her and confronts Abba.

Is this an English translation of Imaan Book One?

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