About A Bari Ya Huce Book One

A Bari Ya Huce Book One Complete Hausa Novel is a village-based Hausa
story about family love, rural life, education, spoiled childhood, and the danger of
overprotecting a child without discipline.

The story begins with a detailed picture of Gurin-Gawa village, its people, farming life,
religious learning, poor roads, and strong community spirit. Inside this village lives
Malam Bedi and his wife Hure, whose whole affection rests on their late-born daughter,
Mairo.

Habibu, Mairo’s elder brother, returns from Kano and becomes disturbed by her lack of
education, poor hygiene, and wild village behavior. Though he loves her deeply, his harsh
corrections anger Inna Hure, who sees him as someone who dislikes her precious daughter.

A Bari Ya Huce Book One English Translation

Gurin-Gawa Village

Gurin-Gawa is a small village with an old history. It is made up of people with different
occupations, though they all share one root. Most of them are Islamic scholars and
farmers, and it is a village from which great scholars once emerged, people who left
behind unforgettable legacies.

Gurin-Gawa is located in Kumbotso Local Government Area, around Fanshekara in Kano State.
It is a small village that has received government support through electricity, clean
drinking water, and fertilizer, all of which help the people greatly in farming.

There is strong unity among the men and women of the town. However, Gurin-Gawa does not
have a good road. If a car enters the village, it raises heavy dust and shakes the people
inside because of the bad road.

Even so, this does not stop the people from enjoying their stay in the village. Commercial
vehicles do not enter the village directly. They drop passengers by the main road, and
from there one must take a motorcycle or ride behind one of the sugarcane carts belonging
to the villagers before reaching inside.

Because of this, city people rarely enter the village. In their view, they do not see
anything valuable to search for in such a dusty village.

The young men of Gurin-Gawa often go to Fanshekara and beyond to look for small money.
They do water-carrying work, sell sugarcane, work as tailors, carry loads, and do other
small jobs. Only a few care about western education, because in Gurin-Gawa, western
school is hardly discussed. Qur’anic schools and traditional learning centers are what
exist in abundance.

Malam Bedi And His Family

Malam Bedi was one of the elders of Gurin-Gawa. He was born there, just like his parents
and grandparents. His occupation was farming. He had a sugarcane farm and a groundnut
farm, and he also cultivated Hausa potatoes, makani, and gurjiya.

Bedi and his wife, Hure, were original Fulani people of Gurin-Gawa. They were good
people, known throughout the village, and everyone gave them a good testimony.

Their eldest son was Habibu. When he was still young, Malam Bedi handed him over to his
younger brother, who was next to him in birth. Habibu helped him in the kola-nut business
he conducted between Shagamu and Kano.

Later, Habibu joined a teacher-training school, SAS. From that time onward, he settled
permanently in Kano. His connection with Gurin-Gawa became occasional visits whenever he
came to greet his parents, and sometimes he would stay a long time without visiting.

Malam Bedi and his wife were not deeply attached to Habibu, because there was no strong
closeness between them. All their earthly hope and affection rested on their last-born
daughter, Mairo, whom they did not have until eighteen years after
Habibu’s birth.

Because of that, whenever Habibu came, they would give him a chair to sit on and welcome
him warmly. But if he did not come, they would simply say, “Alhamdulillah.”

Mairo, The Spoiled Daughter

Inna Hure was bending over, blowing air into the firewood stove so she could finish
cooking lunch before Malam Bedi returned from the farm. Her eyes were red and watery,
showing that she had been struggling with very stubborn firewood.

At one side, the pampered girl sat on a mat, decorating her doll for Friday with a fine
piece of cloth she had picked from a tailor’s shop.

She lifted the doll, threw it up, caught it again, and sang happily. From all appearances,
there was no girl in their house, or even in the whole of Gurin-Gawa, happier than her.
That was because of the strong support and full pampering she received from her mother.

She sang:

“You are truly a pampered child, Ta-Ummule. I, your mother Mairo, stand for you. Whoever
touches you touches trouble. If they beat you, I will retaliate. My mother stands for me,
and I stand for you.”

Habibu’s greeting interrupted her song. In her sweet voice, she shouted happily, threw
Ta-Ummule aside, and ran to cling to him.

“Yaya Habibu, welcome!”

He said:

“Please, you dirty little thing, get away from me. Look at your mouth, stained with dried
koko. Your nose is full of dried mucus, and your hands are black with pot soot. Now you
have come and wiped everything on me.

“Wallahi, whenever I approach this village, I am afraid of the way you will jump on me
with your dirt. Foolish girl. You have grown, yet you do not know you have grown.”

He pulled her away from his body by force. But she did not mind at all. She even kept
laughing as if he was not speaking to her.

Inna Hure became very angry. She was only waiting for the right moment to pour out all
the anger gathering in her mouth because of the way he was troubling her last-born child.

In her mind, Habibu hated Mairo only because he lived in the city while she lived in the
village, despite the deep love Mairo had for him.

There was no day that passed without Mairo mentioning Yaya Habibu’s name. Yet whenever
he came, this was how he welcomed her. And she, instead of stopping, would become even
more excited and welcome him with all her heart.

Habibu Greets His Mother

Habibu moved toward his mother, knelt before her, and said:

“Inna, good afternoon. How is the house?”

She did not turn away from blowing the fire. She did not look at him either. In a voice
full of suppressed anger, she replied:

“We are fine.”

He became silent, feeling guilty. He knew he had touched Inna’s anger because she had
warned him many times that if he would not stop despising her last-born daughter, then he
should stop visiting. Nobody forced him to come.

Risking another response, he said:

“But Inna, look at this big girl. You are here blowing fire, while she is singing for a
doll. Any sensible child of her age would now have returned from school and be preparing
for Islamiyya. But not this one. Apart from climbing trees, she knows nothing. That is
why she does not know the things intelligent children know.”

Angrily, Inna turned and fixed her red eyes on him.

“You, listen. What exactly is your problem with this girl? What has she taken from you?
If it is her welcome that you dislike, I will stop her. But this constant attack on her
is enough. You came to her parents’ house and started troubling her without reason. She
is not going to school. If you are the one who gave birth to her, then carry her and take
her.”

He lowered his head and said:

“May Allah forgive us, Inna. Please calm your heart.”

She hissed loudly and continued her work, still complaining.

Malam Bedi Returns From The Farm

Habibu did not say another word. He also did not stand from where he was kneeling.

Malam Bedi greeted and entered, carrying his hoe. He looked very tired, with sweat
dripping from his neck and forehead.

When he saw Habibu, his face brightened. But when he heard Inna Hure complaining, he
closed his smile and became serious.

He stood for a while listening to her without her knowing he had entered. She was still
saying that if Habibu would not stop disturbing Mairo, then he should stop coming,
because she did not call him.

Malam Bedi cleared his throat. Only then did she realize he was standing there.

She said:

“It is good that you have come. I was about to follow you. Warn this boy to leave my
daughter alone. She is not staying in his house for him to feel ashamed because she is
his sister.”

Malam Bedi said:

“Hure, are you sure you are doing the right thing to Habibu? What is his crime for coming
to greet you? This girl you are shouting over, simply because someone told her the truth,
who will handle her affairs in the future after us? This same person you are telling to
stay away from her is the one who will stand for her. If he leaves her matter, who will
enter it?

“Besides, what painful thing did he say to her? He only said she should bathe. Fine, let
Habibu stop telling your daughter to bathe. Let her spend a whole year without bathing.
Habibu, stand up. Let us go to the mosque before we miss the congregation.”

As soon as Mairo heard this, she ran into the room and brought out her veil and rubber
slippers. Then she came out running.

“Yaya Habibu, I am also going to the mosque. Since yesterday, I have not prayed.”

A fresh frustration hit Habibu, but he swallowed it and said:

“Alright, let us go. But you will stand outside the mosque under the tree and follow the
prayer from there, because women do not enter the men’s mosque.”

She said:

“After we come out, will you take me to pluck tamarind for Inna’s kunu? Rabe usually
carries me, and you are even taller than him.”

Habibu held his mouth in shock.

“Mairo, do you climb tamarind trees?”

Proudly, wanting to impress him, she said:

“We climb tamarind and come down. We climb magarya. We climb dinya. We jump across goba.
The other day, Lanto fell down and broke her back. But when I hold onto a tree branch, I
am like a monkey. I do not fall. I only fill my pocket with goba and tamarind.”

He moved ahead and left her because her matter frustrated him so much that he felt like
vomiting his heart. But then he thought: what was her fault? It was her mother who gave
her such backing.

Habibu’s Life In Kano

Habibu was a young man of about twenty-five years. He had completed the teacher-training
college in Kano, known as SAS, and was waiting for his result before moving to a higher
institution.

In fact, that was why he had come to Gurin-Gawa, because he wanted to discuss something
with his father.

Alhaji Abbas Mai Goro was Malam Bedi’s younger brother from the same father and mother.
He was the one taking care of Habibu and his education. Though it was also a mutual
benefit, because all the stress of Alhaji Abbas’s kola-nut business fell on Habibu,
especially after school and on weekends.

They lived in Yakasai inside Kano city. Alhaji Abbas had two wives and many children,
both boys and girls. However, all his children were still small, born while Habibu was
already in the house. None of them was even ten years old. His eldest daughter, Ladidi,
was Mairo’s age.

Because of that, Habibu was like a strong pillar in Alhaji Abbas’s family. They all loved
him because of his kinship, honesty, and trustworthiness.

In all his life, Alhaji Abbas had never seen a boy as hardworking, self-reliant, and
trustworthy as Habibu. Since Habibu had been with him, not even a small coin had ever gone
missing from his account. He had stayed with him for about twenty years, since Habibu was
five years old.

This was why Alhaji Abbas treated Habibu like his own son, not merely his nephew.

Alhaji Abbas also helped Malam Bedi in different ways. He provided him with good
fertilizer and helped him get farm machinery during harvest, sometimes hiring it from
KNARDA.

Apart from that, during Ramadan and Eid, he provided them with clothing. He also sent
food items during Ramadan: sugar, Lipton, milk, spaghetti, and other things, except what
they already produced in Gurin-Gawa.

There was strong kinship between them, the kind their parents had established before
them. Alhaji Abbas even bought a house for Malam Bedi in Yakasai and asked him to come
and live close to him. But Malam Bedi said only death would separate him from Gurin-Gawa.
Even then, he did not wish his corpse to be taken out of Gurin-Gawa. As far as he was
concerned, peace of mind was everything.

However, this strong relationship existed among the men, not the women. There was no
friendship at all between Inna Hure and Alhaji Abbas’s wives, Habiba and Hajara.

From the day one of them asked for Mairo to come and help her with her children, Inna
Hure developed hatred toward them. She swore that if any of them stepped into her house
again, Allah would judge the matter.

She did not understand why everyone’s eyes were on her daughter. Nothing pleased her more
than waking up and seeing Mairo playing with her doll in the courtyard while they all
continued their affairs happily.

Mairo’s Wild Childhood

Because of this, even the primary school in the village that children attended, Inna Hure
refused to put Mairo there. All she wanted was for both of them to stay together.

It was only after Malam Bedi insisted strongly that Mairo began going to Qur’anic school
in their neighborhood from eight in the morning to twelve noon. Even there, she did not
do anything meaningful except teasing others, picking fights, talking too much, and
running away whenever the teacher started dozing.

What Mairo Hure was truly skilled at was climbing trees. Like a lizard or gorilla, she
could cling to a tree, twist herself upward, pluck whatever she wanted, and fill her
pocket. No matter how tall a tree was, Mairo could climb it. She did not fear even the
spirits people claimed lived on trees. She would pluck fruits for herself and her mother,
and that pleased Hure more than anything.

Mairo was exactly about eight years old. But her sharp tongue was stronger than that of
a twenty-year-old. As for beauty, there was no argument. She had the pure beauty of Inna
Hure: tall, graceful, with a fine waist and healthy hips, which she had possessed even
as a baby. Her hair was abundant and soft, almost as if she had mixed Arab blood.

But her hair was filled with lice and scalp infection that had eaten almost half of it.

Inna Hure did not do much about it. Since Mairo cried whenever her hair was braided, they
had long stopped making her hair. Perhaps her mother had even forgotten that Mairo had
hair, because it was always tightly covered with a dirty black scarf.

Only when the lice bit her badly would she remove the scarf, find a corner, and scratch
with both hands until blood came out.

This was the greatest pain of Habibu’s life. He was deeply saddened by the way his only
sister was being raised, even though Allah had placed strong love and pity for her in his
heart.

On one side, he did not fully blame Inna Hure, because Allah gave her the child in old
age, after she had already lost hope of having another child. Also, her many household
responsibilities did not allow her to pay attention to such small details concerning the
girl.

But what bothered Habibu most was Mairo’s ignorance. To him, Mairo could be called
plainly ignorant: not properly educated in Arabic or western learning. In his view, if
she attended school, she would later learn to do many things for herself without anyone
forcing her.

Mairo Disappears After Prayer

After they came out of the mosque, Habibu checked the place where he had told Mairo to
stand and pray. She was not there, not even the mat she had brought.

He looked east and west, south and north, but there was no sign of Mairo.

His heart became troubled. He called a little girl selling cassava and asked:

“Please, did you see Mairon Hure?”

She answered:

“I saw her heading toward their house.”

He said:

“Alright, thank you.”

She had gone ahead.

Just then, Malam Bedi reached him with prayer beads in his hand and asked:

“What are you asking about?”

Habibu said:

“Mairo. I searched for her everywhere and did not see her.”

Malam Bedi laughed and said:

“Did you expect Mairo to sit in one place for you? She is like a bird. Unless she is in
front of her mother, she does not stay anywhere. I only listened when you told her to
wait there until we came out.”

Habibu shook his head. They continued walking while Malam Bedi told him stories about
Mairo, all of which saddened Habibu.

Malam Bedi said:

“In one day, if her complaint is not brought to me four times, then it will be brought
six times. Her teacher is tired of how she slips away and says she should just stay at
home. Mairo’s matter needs prayer. And Hure caused all of it.”

Habibu lowered his voice and said:

“Honestly, Baba, you also have your own fault. Why do you not overrule Inna whenever she
makes a wrong decision about Mairo? For Allah’s sake, how can a girl like Mairo still not
be in western school? When will she start? After the time for learning has passed?

“Fisabilillahi, I am deeply pained by Mairo’s life. I pity her because she is a girl.
Soon, she will go to someone else’s house as a wife. No husband can live with her in this
lack of training. And I was not raised like this.”

He fell silent as if he would cry. His heart was burning.

Malam Bedi seemed affected by Habibu’s words. He said:

“What can I do, Habibu? It is not a small matter for Hure to agree to let Mairo go to
western school. And I do not like trouble or anything that will disturb my peace.”

Habibu looked his father directly in the eyes and asked:

“Baba, between you and Inna, who married the other?”

Malam Bedi replied:

“I did.”

Habibu said:

“Then as long as you have authority over her, you must give her instructions. And she
must obey if she is a good wife. Stop fearing her complaints. You too can raise your
voice. She knows how to raise hers, so why not you?”

Malam Bedi smiled and said:

“So what should be done now?”

Habibu replied:

“I will go and meet the school authorities. I will explain everything to them, including
her behavior, so they can be patient with her and know how to handle her if she runs away,
without fearing Inna’s anger.

“I will also go to the Islamiyya school where I saw children wearing uniforms and hijabs.
I will register her there and ask them to place her in the class suitable for her.

“Your own duty is to make sure she attends on time, whether she and Inna like it or not.”

Malam Bedi said:

“Insha Allah, we will try. May Allah bless you, Habibu. If not you, her brother, who would
care about her enough to say she should be put in school?”

Habibu’s Plan To Study Abroad

Habibu said:

“Now about what brought me here. I think we should sit under that tree because the matter
needs sitting down.”

Malam Bedi asked:

“I hope it is good news?”

Habibu said:

“It is good, if Allah wills and you agree.”

They found the stump of a dark, shady goriba tree and sat down. Malam Bedi focused all
his attention on Habibu, eager to hear what he wanted to say.

As for Habibu, he kept silently praying for Allah to give him victory in the discussion.

Malam Bedi said:

“I am listening to you, but you are silent.”

Habibu said:

“Yes. Alhaji asked me to come and discuss with you, or rather to ask your permission. If
you agree, then fine. If you do not agree, there is no problem; I will accept it.”

Malam Bedi said, slightly irritated:

“What is all this going around and around? From the sound of it, it is not good news. If
something is good, one does not twist around before saying it.”

Habibu smiled and said:

“Forgive me, Baba. A modern thing has entered the computer. It is called the internet.
Through it, you can connect with almost anywhere in the world.

“One day, while browsing, I came across an advert from a school in Malaysia looking for
students. As if joking, I filled their form and sent it.

“Then, when I had almost forgotten, two days ago they sent me a message saying they had
accepted me. I should come, pay the school fees, and begin my studies.

“I told Alhaji, and he congratulated me greatly. But he himself does not have enough
money to sponsor the whole education. However, he said he will help me find a way to
request government support through a friend of his who advises the governor on youth
matters, Alhaji Gambo Ado. He assured me that, insha Allah, we will get support, and
whatever remains, Alhaji promised to complete it from his own pocket.

“That is why he told me to come and inform you before anything goes too far, so that after
all the struggle you will not later say you did not agree. For now, nothing has been done
except seeking your approval.”

Malam Bedi became silent as if water had swallowed him.

Habibu continued silently repeating a prayer in his heart.

After a while, Malam Bedi asked how many years or months the study would take.

Habibu thanked Allah quietly because the question showed that there was hope.

He said:

“It is more than months. I will study computer science for six years.”

Malam Bedi asked:

“And after that?”

Habibu smiled and said:

“Then I will return home and look for work.”

Malam Bedi said:

“No, that is not what I want to hear. You will return and marry so you can gather for me
the children Allah did not give me in large numbers.”

Habibu lowered his head, smiling.

“Insha Allah, Baba.”

Malam Bedi said:

“Then go. May Allah make it good.”

Mairo Throws Goriba At Habibu

At that exact moment, Habibu felt a heavy thud in the middle of his head. A large
goriba fruit had been thrown onto his head.

His brain tightened. His head felt as if a stone had been hurled at him. Pain spread from
the middle of his head down to his toes.

Before he fully recovered from the brief dizziness that followed, he heard her sweet voice,
almost loud enough to tear his eardrums, saying:

“Yaya Habibu, put it in your pocket for me. My own trouser pocket is full.”

Both he and Malam Bedi raised their heads and looked.

It was Mairo, lying comfortably on a tree branch. She had been on that tree for at least
two hours.

When the imam began prayer, she performed only one raka’ah, then raised her head and saw
everyone’s forehead on the ground with nobody looking at her. She quickly picked up her
mat, intending to go home.

Then she saw the ripe goriba fruits.

Immediately, she jumped and climbed the tree.

Everything they had been saying had entered her ears, but she did not really understand
it because her mind was not there. She was only plucking the goriba fruits, biting them
to test if they were sweet. If one was sweet, she put it in her pocket. If it was not
sweet, she threw it away.

When her pocket became full and she still could not leave one very sweet fruit, she threw
it down to Habibu for safekeeping.

A Bari Ya Huce Book One Novel Details

• Novel Title: A Bari Ya Huce Book One Complete Hausa Novel
• Category: Complete Hausa Novels
• Language: English Translation
• Main Characters: Mairo, Habibu, Malam Bedi, Inna Hure
• Other Characters: Alhaji Abbas Mai Goro, Habiba, Hajara, Rabe, Lanto
• Main Themes: Village life, education, spoiled childhood, family love, motherhood, brotherly care, poverty, farming, and destiny
• Setting: Gurin-Gawa village, Kumbotso, Fanshekara area, Kano State

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Why You Should Read A Bari Ya Huce Book One Complete Hausa Novel

A Bari Ya Huce Book One Complete Hausa Novel is perfect for readers who
enjoy Hausa village stories about family, spoiled children, education, rural culture,
brotherly concern, and the emotional conflict between love and discipline.

Mairo’s character is funny, wild, and touching at the same time. Habibu’s concern for
her future gives the story emotional depth, while Inna Hure’s overprotective love shows
how affection without guidance can become a problem.

Frequently Asked Questions About A Bari Ya Huce Book One Complete Hausa Novel

What is A Bari Ya Huce Book One Complete Hausa Novel about?

A Bari Ya Huce Book One Complete Hausa Novel is about Mairo, a spoiled
village girl from Gurin-Gawa, and her elder brother Habibu, who wants to change her life
through education and proper upbringing.

Who is Mairo in A Bari Ya Huce?

Mairo is the pampered daughter of Malam Bedi and Inna Hure. She is playful, stubborn,
sharp-tongued, and very good at climbing trees.

Who is Habibu?

Habibu is Mairo’s elder brother. He lives in Kano and is educated. He worries deeply
about Mairo’s future because she lacks proper schooling and discipline.

Why does Inna Hure defend Mairo?

Inna Hure defends Mairo because Mairo was born after many years of waiting. She loves
her deeply and treats her as a special child.

Why does Habibu want Mairo to go to school?

Habibu wants Mairo to go to school because he believes education will help her become
disciplined, clean, independent, and ready for the future.

What is Habibu’s personal dream?

Habibu wants to study computer science in Malaysia after being accepted by a school
through an internet application.

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