A Garin Mu Book One Complete Hausa Novel
A Garin Mu Book One Complete Hausa Novel is a dramatic Hausa story filled with family tension, village gossip, social differences, and the emotional struggles of a young girl named Mubaraka. This English translation presents the story in a clean and readable format for novel lovers.
A Garin Mu Book One Complete Hausa Novel English Translation
Among all the children in the house, none of them attended Islamic school, let alone Western school, except Mubaraka. She was the only one who went to both Islamic school and formal school. It was only with great difficulty that she managed to get Lamishi to agree, and Lawwali also had to speak on her behalf because he loved his younger sister deeply. He never wanted anything to hurt her.
Anything Mubaraka wanted, she got it through him. This was not for any reason other than the clear difference between her character, her thoughts, and the behavior of the other people in the house.
She was sixteen years old, but she was already eager to get married like her elder sisters. She wanted to leave Lamishi’s house so they could continue with their ignorance without her.
Almost every home has someone like that: the child who is the most obedient, the most sensible, and the most responsible, but who suffers the most. Such a child often faces hardship, pressure, and neglect from parents and siblings. They do most of the work, receive the least care, and are rarely appreciated.
That was exactly what was happening to Mubaraka in their house. It was only from Lawwali that she received praise, love, and gifts. Many times, she wondered if Lamishi was truly her mother. But their resemblance alone was enough to confirm it.
Mubaraka was one of those dark-skinned girls with a calm and moderate beauty. She did not possess the kind of beauty that would make people stop and stare, but because of her good character and gentle manners, no one would get tired of staying around her.
Mubaraka Returns Home
She greeted the people in the house with a bright smile on her face as she entered. Nothing else made her smile except the joy of seeing her elder brother at home.
They had already exchanged greetings, and he had given her the gifts he brought for her: books, biscuits, and sweets. After giving them to her, he closed his room at the entrance area of the house and left. In truth, she was the one he had been waiting for.
Without even responding to her greeting, Lamishi looked at the new nylon bag in Mubaraka’s hand and asked,
“What is that in your hand?”
With excitement and happiness, Mubaraka replied,
“It is a gift that Brother Auwal brought for me.”
“Bring it here. Lawwali has spoiled this girl completely. He has nothing to do except waste his money on useless things. All he does is buy papers that have no meaning.”
At first, Mubaraka was not upset when Lamishi told her to bring the gift. Even if Lamishi had not said anything, she would not have eaten everything alone. But when Lamishi insulted her books and her education, that was where the problem began. Immediately, Mubaraka pushed out her lips, showing that she was upset.
“Stop pushing out that stubborn forehead of yours, you daughter of a donkey. Give it to me.”
Lamishi snatched the bag from her and threw her books on the ground. Mubaraka quietly followed and picked them up, burning with anger. She did not even wait to collect the biscuits. She simply went straight into their room.
There, the women divided the items among themselves, including their friends, proudly showing the kind of wealth they had in the neighborhood. They were only waiting for evening to fully arrive. Until then, each of them entered a room and lay down, with no concern for prayer or remembrance of Allah, waiting for Asr time to come.
A Garin Mu
Written by Haermeebraeh
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Allah created this world in pairs and opposites. For example, He created this world and the Hereafter, male and female, human beings and jinn, the good and the bad.
The neighborhood of Tudun Faila was also made up of different kinds of people. There were good people, there were bad people, and there were also those who cared about nobody and minded only their own business.
The good people in Tudun Faila were more than the bad ones, but it is part of human nature to expose what is bad while hiding what is good. That was why the decent people of the neighborhood separated themselves from people like Dan Talo and his wives.
As the Hausa saying goes, one bad bean can spoil the whole town.
Lamishi and Mai Buruji Prepare to Go Out
Lamishi came out dressed in a beautiful Ankara outfit with a hijab that matched her clothes. She wore black shoes and held her small phone in her hand. She looked toward the door of Mai Buruji’s room, hissed, and said,
“You are truly a lazy woman. No matter how fast people are trying to move, you must waste their time. May Allah save you from being late if people are ever leaving for Makkah. I swear, the airplane will leave you behind because it does not wait for anyone.”
Mai Buruji came out laughing, dressed as if they were going to a wedding or naming ceremony.
Lamishi looked at her, stretched out her hand, and they clapped their palms together. Then they burst into laughter like little girls.
“Why are you laughing like that?”
“When I saw the way that woman stared, the moment her eyes caught this outfit, her mind became restless.”
They laughed again and began heading out. Just then, Kamalu, Mai Buruji’s son, returned home, dusty and rough-looking. He could not have been more than thirteen years old. He was extremely fond of roaming about and never liked staying at home.
His elder brother Jameelu, who was fifteen years old, had already returned home, eaten his food, and gone to sleep. At that time, Jameelu was still inside sleeping, but Kamalu could stay outside until eleven at night. Sometimes, he was the one who closed the house gate.
“You wicked boy. Hunger has brought you back home. If you had found somewhere to eat, I know we would not have seen you until night,” Lamishi said.
He bent his head and dodged the slap Lamishi aimed at him, laughing as he did so.
He went inside while they continued on their way.
The Women Under the Tree
From a distance, they could see two women sitting under a large leafy tree. The tree was full of shade and freshness, and the women sat on stones beneath it.
From afar, Yabbuga strained her eyes, trying to see the name and design of the Ankara fabric Lamishi and Mai Buruji were wearing. She could not see the lower part clearly because the cloth had been folded and sewn.
As soon as they sat down, Yabbuga reached toward Mai Buruji, who was closer to her. Pretending to welcome them, she stylishly touched and felt the fabric.
“Sa’idawa, this is very beautiful, I swear. It is superior quality, not ordinary at all. This new one you are wearing is not cheap. Did you also buy it?”
“If a leper has money for bean cake, then he must surely buy the one at the bottom of the bowl, right?” Yabbuga said, irritated because they had noticed what she was trying to do.
“Oh, may Allah protect me, as the lame woman would say. One day, even a leper will swallow saliva together with a fly, because some bean cakes are meant for royalty. They are not the kind sold to ordinary people. Please leave me alone with useless talk. Tell us the news you wanted to tell us earlier before you saw your demon and ran away.”
The woman called Ta Yahai laughed and said,
“My son has just entered town, the blessed boy who has the cure for the hypocrites of this area.”
They all burst into laughter. But Yabbuga became annoyed because she knew they were mocking her. They all knew how much she feared Lawwali.
“Leave Ta Yahai alone and tell us what you came with,” Lamishi said, eager to hear what Yabbuga wanted to tell them.
Yabbuga adjusted her sitting position, pleased that they had finally touched the exact place where her gossiping spirit was itching.
About A Garin Mu Book One Complete Hausa Novel
A Garin Mu Book One Complete Hausa Novel continues with the lives of the people of Tudun Faila, showing the struggles within families, the weight of ignorance, the power of gossip, and the quiet pain of those who try to live differently. The story blends humor, drama, fear, and social reality in a way that keeps readers eager to know what will happen next.