Beelal BUK Book One Complete Hausa Novel
Beelal BUK Book One Complete Hausa Novel continues with Beelal’s painful arrival in Lagos, where Idrisu and Imran plan to exploit him for money. Though Beelal is weak, hungry, and frightened, his mother’s words about faith and gratitude remain firm in his heart.
Beelal BUK Book One Complete Hausa Novel English Translation
“Baaba, of course I have to laugh,” Idrisu said. “Just because I mentioned goods, you thought I meant illegal powder. Let me show you the kind of goods I am talking about. This one is licensed, and it is a valuable kind of goods.”
As he spoke, Idrisu raised his voice and began calling Beelal, whom he had left outside the shop. Beelal had not entered, but he could hear everything they were saying.
“Hey, you crippled cat! You crippled cat!” Idrisu shouted as if he was calling a blind person.
“Yes,” Beelal answered while wiping tears from his face.
Then he dragged his weak leg and moved toward the shop, his heart beating heavily.
Imran looked at Idrisu and asked, “Who is this one again? Is he the one you kept our goods with, the goods you have been talking about?”
From the entrance of the shop, Beelal said, “Assalamu alaikum.”
But he did not lift the curtain. He waited for them to answer his greeting and allow him to enter, just as his mother had taught him.
Idrisu shouted, “Will you not enter?”
Slowly, Beelal lifted the curtain and stepped into the shop. His heart was filled with fear. In fact, everything about them frightened him.
Idrisu Presents Beelal as His Plan
Imran looked at Idrisu and said, “Honestly, Idrisu, may Allah deal with you. How could you bring us an Almajiri when we ourselves need food?”
Idrisu replied, “Shut your mouth. If you are saying may Allah deal with me, then may He deal with all of us because we are the same. This boy you are seeing, I brought him all the way from the North. He is the goods I was talking about.”
Imran stared at him and said, “Are you in your right senses, Idrisu? Is this what you call goods? Or did something happen to your head after you left this town?”
Idrisu said, “I forgot that your head is like coconut. It has become useless and does not reason at all. Let me explain clearly. This boy is the son of the woman who stays with me claiming to be my wife. As you see him, she gave birth to him like this. That was why I handed him over to her. I was never responsible for either of them anyway.”
He continued, “But when I came this time, I thought he would be very useful to us in this city. That is why I took him without her knowledge and brought him here.”
Imran said in disbelief, “Subhanallah. What exactly did you bring us this child for? His hand is stiff, and his leg is weak. What will he do for us?”
He gave Beelal a harsh look. From the moment he first saw him, he disliked him. He even looked at the boy as if he were something strange.
Idrisu said, “Calm down first and let me tell you my plan briefly. That is what I like about you; you do not waste words. I brought this boy so that he will go out begging and bring us whatever we need, whether food, money, or anything else.”
He said it with a satisfied smile, nodding his head as if he had done something clever.
Imran Supports the Plan
Imran laughed and said, “You wicked man, where have you been all this while? By Allah, your head works better than mine when it comes to making money. You have caught something useful for us. This boy will surely get charity anywhere he goes.”
He continued, “Can you not see how even old people without disabilities get money through begging? Some of them come from the North saying they are looking for money. You will see an old woman singing begging songs while a young guide answers her. She is not lame, not blind, and no part of her body is disabled, yet she turns it into a way of making money.”
“And by Allah, they make a lot. When they return to the North, they go back with huge amounts of money, sometimes more than what people who came here for business manage to get.”
Imran finished speaking while looking at Idrisu.
Idrisu said, “Now I am even happier that I brought this boy. I know our bird has entered the trap.”
“Very much,” Imran agreed.
Idrisu turned to Beelal and called, “You, come closer.”
Beelal was still squeezed near the door, afraid to enter fully into the shop.
Slowly, he dragged his leg and came closer to them.
The room smelled strongly of cigarette smoke.
Imran looked at him and said, “Relax yourself if you want to live here. This is the city where you will continue your life. If you do not adjust, we will teach you with force.”
Beelal kept his head lowered and knelt before them.
Idrisu said angrily, “Raise your head and answer us. We do not like this fake humility of lowering your head like your mother.”
Beelal said softly, “I will do it, Ba…”
Idrisu cut him off. “Ba what?”
He looked at Beelal in surprise because he had already warned him not to call him father.
Imran said, “My friend, this is serious. How can he call you Baba? That will make people look at us. It is shameful.”
Beelal cried and said, “I do not know what to call you. I cannot call you by your name.”
Idrisu said, “Then force yourself and call me by my name. I already told you I have removed every connection and relationship between me and you.”
Imran said, “Let him call you Alhaji. If anyone hears him call you that, they will think you are helping him. Besides, it is a title that brings respect.”
Idrisu smiled and said, “I like the name you found for me. But he will not call only me that. He will call you the same too.”
Imran looked at Beelal and said mockingly, “Say it, let us hear.”
Tears gathered in Beelal’s eyes.
“Alhaji,” he said.
Both Idrisu and Imran burst into loud laughter like people who had lost control.
The Old Wheelchair
Imran looked at Idrisu and said, “Do you know what we should do now, my friend?”
“Say it,” Idrisu replied.
Imran said, “There is a wheelchair inside that locked shop, the one belonging to the disabled man who died. After his death, the others stopped renting the shop. Since nobody wants it, we should bring it out for this boy to use.”
Idrisu asked, “What do you mean use it? He can walk. I believe anywhere he is going, before he reaches there with that slow leg of his, he would have reached faster with the chair. But why should we make things easy for him? If he moves around with his legs, at least he will know the pain of searching.”
Imran replied, “You do not understand. We are not giving him the chair so he can rest. If people see him sitting in a wheelchair with his hand and leg bent, they will think he is completely unable to walk. That way, he will get more charity than if they see him walking.”
Idrisu gave Imran his hand happily and said, “You wicked man, your brain works when it comes to money.”
Imran replied, “I am telling you. The idea just entered my head immediately, and since I know you and I understand each other, I said let me tell you.”
Idrisu said, “Then it is settled. Go and bring the wheelchair so he can start going out now. You know it is better to strike while the iron is hot.”
Imran looked at him and said, “Idrisu, your greed is too much. You just arrived, and you are already saying he should go out to beg? You have not even rested, and he has not eaten anything. I thought we would at least show him the areas to go first, since he does not know anywhere. What if he gets lost and we enter trouble?”
Idrisu said, “What are we even going to give him to eat? He should go and find something so we too can eat. And if he gets lost, why should we enter trouble? If he gets lost, that is his problem. In fact, it will save me from explaining to his mother why I brought him away, though I do not fear her.”
Imran said, “I am not talking about losing him because we care. I mean if he can bring us money and then we lose him, we will enter trouble because our source of income will be gone.”
Idrisu paused and said, “That is true. But when he sits in the wheelchair, we will walk with him. He will follow us behind. We will take him to places where he can get more charity. We will stand at a distance as if we did not come with him. Once we see he has gathered what we want, we will return.”
He laughed.
As for Beelal, he remained kneeling quietly with his head lowered, listening to everything they said.
Imran said, “Let me go and bring the chair.”
He stood up.
Beelal Refuses the Wheelchair
Beelal said with his stammer, “I can do it like this. There is no need for the chair.”
Idrisu glared at him.
“Shut your mouth. Do you have a choice? Even with the condition of your body, are you still refusing to sit in a wheelchair because you do not want people to call you disabled?”
Beelal said softly, “That is not it, Alhaji. Even if I did not have any disability, I do not think I would ever despise anyone created by Allah. It is just that since Allah blessed me with legs and I can walk, I should not sit in a wheelchair and pretend I cannot walk just to gain worldly things. That would be ingratitude to the blessing Allah gave me.”
He lifted his head for the first time and looked into Imran’s eyes as he spoke.
Anger filled Imran. He raised his hand quickly to slap Beelal hard across the face.
But Beelal lowered his head swiftly, and Imran’s hand struck only air.
Both Imran and Idrisu stared at each other in shock.
Imran shouted, “So you dodged me and made me slap air?”
Idrisu said in surprise, “That is what I am also wondering.”
Beelal said with his stammer, “I did not commit any offense deserving a slap.”
Imran stared at him.
“This boy is something else. You are under us. We can do whatever we want with you. You are in a city where you have no one, no mother, no father, no maternal family, no paternal family. Yet you still have the courage to disobey our orders?”
Beelal said, tears flowing from his eyes, “I have no one, but I have Allah. He is with His servants in ease and hardship. He is the One who never grows tired of His servants’ needs. He gives and increases. He is with anyone who does not forget Him.”
Everything he said came from his memory, because they were the words his mother used to say to him. Her words had remained firm in his mind.
Idrisu looked at him in surprise.
“So you can even exchange words with us? With your stammer and all, you are still speaking your mind?”
Beelal said nothing more.
Imran said, “Leave him, my friend. Whether he likes it or not, he will sit in the chair. I see no difference between him and someone who truly needs it.”
Then Imran went outside to bring the wheelchair from the locked shop.
Beelal Pleads With Idrisu
Beelal said, “Please, Alhaji, forgive me. Tell him not to bring the wheelchair. A human being should be grateful to his Lord no matter how Allah created him. Allah gave me legs. It is not right for me to move around in a wheelchair and make anyone who sees me think I have no legs or cannot walk. If my portion is meant to come through my feet, then let me get only my portion. I do not want anyone to add another person’s share to mine because of deception.”
Idrisu shouted, “Shut your mouth. Who is your mate here? Because we are being patient with you, you think you can control us? You cannot force us to abandon what we have decided. You are talking too much, preaching like an imam. See how your mother taught you about knowing Allah and doing what is right.”
Beelal became silent because Idrisu’s loud voice frightened him.
From outside, Imran called, “Baaba, I have brought the chair. Come and see. If you know what to do, you do it quickly.”
Idrisu came out of the shop smiling, leaving Beelal inside.
He looked at the old wheelchair, whose body was rusty and worn out.
“My friend, you truly know how to give advice. We would have needed to look for one, but since that disabled man left this for our own boy, we are saved from searching.”
Imran said, “Exactly. Now, you, come out and sit here instead of acting as if you are seeing ghosts.”
Idrisu added, “Come out crawling, for safety, not fear. If you come out walking and some sharp-eyed person sees you, they may understand our plan.”
Slowly, Beelal wiped his tears, found a way to stand, and came out on his feet without crawling as they had instructed.
When Imran saw him come out standing, he quickly moved behind him and pushed him.
Beelal stumbled and fell to his knees. Pain shot through his knees.
Idrisu said, “You did well. That is the medicine for stubbornness and disobedience.”
Aminullah Intervenes
“Hasbunallahu wa ni’imal wakeel. What is this?”
It was Aminullah, who had hurried toward them. From the moment he turned the corner, he had seen Imran push a boy who came out of their shop, so he rushed over quickly.
Idrisu glared at him and said, “This has nothing to do with you. We do not like interference.”
But when Aminullah saw that what they did was intentional, he went straight to Beelal with pity in his heart. The moment he noticed the boy’s condition, deep compassion filled him.
Quickly, he helped Beelal stand, comforting him and checking his body to see whether he was injured.
Aminullah assumed Beelal was a beggar and that they had treated him that way while driving him away.
Imran said, “You are always interfering in matters that do not concern you. Have you not heard that a person should leave what has nothing to do with him? But you are always pushing yourself into other people’s affairs.”
Aminullah held Beelal and replied, “Say whatever you want, but what you did was wrong. If you do not want to give him charity, tell him to go. But you should not treat him this way.”
Idrisu said, “Who told you everyone is like you? Or who told you he is begging? This boy you are seeing, I brought him from the North to the South so he can beg and bring me money. So it is none of your business. Leave him so he can come and sit in his chair.”
Aminullah stared at them in shock.
In his heart, he wondered what kind of careless mother would hand over a boy like this to a man like Idrisu in the name of taking him to beg. Idrisu could not even take care of his own headache properly, so how could such a thing happen?
Imran said, “Leave him. Now that you have heard the headline, learn to avoid what does not concern you.”
Aminullah replied, “Even if you say it does not concern me, how can you bring this old wheelchair and tell him to sit in it when it is rusty and weak? Besides, he has his own legs. Why should he sit in a wheelchair meant for people who truly need it?”
He looked at Beelal’s face with pity because he knew the boy was not doing any of this willingly.
Imran quickly pulled Beelal away from Aminullah’s hand and glared at both of them.
“You are disrespecting us by standing here arguing. What is your relationship with us? What connection do we have with you apart from Islam and the fact that we rent shops in the same place? Leave our sight if you want peace.”
About Beelal BUK Book One Complete Hausa Novel
Beelal BUK Book One Complete Hausa Novel continues with Idrisu and Imran revealing their cruel plan to use Beelal’s disability as a way to collect money from people in Lagos. Though Beelal is afraid and far from home, his mother’s teachings about faith, gratitude, and trust in Allah give him courage to resist deception.
This part of Beelal BUK Book One Complete Hausa Novel also introduces Aminullah, a compassionate man who steps in after seeing Beelal being mistreated. His intervention opens a new direction in Beelal’s journey, showing the contrast between exploitation and mercy, cruelty and faith, hardship and destiny.