About Abin Cikin Kwai Book One

Abin Cikin Kwai Book One Complete Hausa Novel opens during a famous
wedding ceremony in a large family compound. From the very beginning, the story shows
a household full of people, different family sections, bridesmaids, guests, old women,
young girls, soldiers, and plenty of emotional family drama.

The main character, Khairat, is introduced as a black-beauty girl who is often mocked
by some family members because of her complexion and her mother’s background. Despite
the insults, she remains calm, respectful, and emotionally soft.

The story also introduces Admiral Bilal, a handsome and quiet soldier whose presence
shakes Khairat’s heart. Although Bilal treats her coldly, Khairat secretly loves him
deeply, creating the foundation for a painful and suspenseful Hausa love story.

Abin Cikin Kwai Book One English Translation

From the moment you entered our street, you would know that a famous wedding celebration
was taking place there. The house was very large, and even without being told, one would
immediately know it was a family house. It was painted white and beautifully arranged,
with almost thirteen different sections inside it.

The kamu ceremony was taking place in the main hall of the house. I saw the bride fully
dressed in beautiful and well-arranged Fulani attire. The bridesmaids stood at one side,
taking selfies and teasing the bride.

“Khairat, hurry up and come out. You know they are waiting only for you.”

The girl called Khairat heard the voice. Wow, I said to myself, because she was one of
those beautiful black-beauty girls. She rolled her eyes slightly and pushed out her small
mouth in a spoiled way before saying,

“Alright, Mama, I am coming.”

Rashida and the others entered and said,

“Please, Khairat, come out. You are the groom’s younger sister, but you are delaying
people. Our friends are already here, and they are waiting for only us.”

Iman hissed and said,

“Wallahi, Rashida, you are bringing us embarrassment before this dirty girl. That is why
I do not like joining anything with her. Sometimes when we go to other people’s places,
they even ask whether she is a maid.”

A painful bitterness blocked my heart, but there was nothing I could do. Iman was not
my age mate, and besides, I was not someone who liked fighting.

My whole body became weak when I saw the way Iman and her younger sisters, including
Baby, were looking at me. I did not understand why they hated me so much in that house.
They did not treat their other younger siblings the way they treated me. For me, it was
always insults and harsh looks.

Among them, only two people loved me: Rashida and Amira. Iman and I shared the same
father, yet she disliked me more than anyone else.

I sat on one of the arranged chairs inside the house. When I turned, I saw Hajiya Kaka,
our grandmother, fully dressed in her own special style, even wearing lipstick.

I started laughing at her as she passed. She had already gone ahead, but she came back
and said,

“You, listen to me, useless girl. Is it Malik and Maryam you are laughing at? As for me,
I am above your mother, so you cannot sit there laughing at me. What is wrong with this
makeup I have done that makes you laugh as if you have seen a mad woman? Even your
Inyamura mother, who is the groom’s mother today, cannot show me beauty. So enter my
eyes and let me close them, you black girl.”

After saying that, she left, chewing her kola nut and continuing her complaints. Kaka
hated it when she dressed up and someone acted as if she did not look beautiful.

I was not truly angry at Kaka’s words because my mother was already used to her insults
and humiliation. Kaka disliked my mother because she was not from their people. Above all,
my father was the one who converted my mother to Islam, and because of that, Kaka hated
her completely.

Kaka always reminded her of it, and what annoyed me most was that she could say those
things in front of anybody whenever the mood came to her.

Yaya Aliyu was Mama’s first son. Then came Yaya Salim, then me, Khairat, and finally our
youngest, Afrah.

“And you, Khadija, is it on your own wedding day that you are wearing these tight clothes
with your body exposed? Where is that foolish groom of yours who allowed you to wear
this?”

Kaka said all this to Khadija openly and confidently, without caring about anyone.

The whole place became silent because of Kaka’s reckless words. Nobody wanted to answer
her because if one did, the trouble would turn toward them. Everyone simply protected
their own peace.

Rafi’atu looked at Kaka angrily and said,

“Kaka, look at what you are wearing as an old woman, and nobody said anything to you.
Yet you are attacking my sister with your trouble.”

Kaka replied,

“So Farouk has given you the courage to insult me? Since you are insulting me in front
of your mother and she cannot talk because she is afraid of you, even your father Farouk
cannot frighten me.”

Everyone burst into laughter at Kaka’s drama because if one followed her argument, the
whole night could pass standing.

While all this was happening, we heard the sirens of beautiful cars entering our large
compound.

Kaka immediately burst into tears and said,

“So today in this house, people are laughing at me out of disrespect. They want to spoil
the blessing of my grandchildren’s wedding. Wallahi, I will not accept this. When Soldier
Bilal returns, everyone will carry their own trouble in their hands.”

My heart fell badly when I saw Yaya Bilal coming out of the car. He looked extremely
handsome in his suit. His beauty and composure were even more visible than before.

I held my chin in my heart and wondered when I would ever be able to remove the thoughts
of Yaya Bilal from my mind.

Yaya Bilal was a man among men. He had a powerful presence and a complete masculine
dignity. Yet he did not know any of the feelings I carried for him. Between him and me,
there was only cold treatment and dismissive looks, because he was extremely quiet and
proud.

With his graceful and commanding steps, he walked toward Kaka, hugged her, and said,

“My grand, I hope I met you well.”

He was not a man of many words. He always preferred to speak briefly.

Kaka immediately began explaining to him how she had been insulted. While I was secretly
stealing glances at him, I heard her say,

“Look at that black girl over there. She was the one who first disgraced me in this
place until everyone got the courage to disrespect me.”

Bilal turned and looked at me once. Even that look seemed to happen by mistake, because
he immediately turned away and held Kaka’s hand. They left for her section.

I looked after them with fear and said,

“Rashida, I am finished. That troublesome old woman will make him beat me terribly. Did
you see the bad look he gave me?”

Rashida laughed and said,

“As for me, I thank Allah that I did not even make eye contact with that dangerous
soldier. Wallahi, if I had looked into his eyes, I would surely have suffered disgrace.”

I frowned and said,

“Rashida, if you will not say something good, please keep quiet. The Messenger of Allah
said a person should say good or remain silent.”

Rashida laughed deeply and said,

“Love hides faults. Honestly, Khairat, reduce this love you have for Yaya Bilal before
it causes you a serious problem. I even pity you. You see someone whose face is always
hard, yet you could not find anyone to love except him. You know very well that there is
no easy relationship with him. In this entire house, apart from that troublesome old
woman, there is no one he even cares about.”

I became angry because, in my life, there was nothing I hated like hearing someone insult
Yaya Bilal.

The event continued beautifully that day. Many pictures were taken.

While pictures were still being taken, I said,

“Rashida, please let us go to Kaka so she can also come and take pictures. It will not
be nice without Kaka.”

I said it in the spoiled manner that had become part of me.

Rashida replied,

“If you want to go, Khairat, the road is open. But as for me, no, no, no. I will not go
and bring trouble on myself.”

I frowned and said,

“Fine. I am going. May Allah not make you come. You share the same mother and father with
him, yet you speak badly of your elder brother.”

Rashida laughed and said,

“Inna sends greetings to Aisha. Wallahi, I will not go and bring trouble that will stop
me from sleeping.”

Slowly, I walked until I reached Kaka’s section. I heard their sweet laughter and prayed
in my heart that one day, Yaya Bilal would laugh with me like that. To me, it sometimes
felt as if he hated me more than anyone in the entire house, even to the point of feeling
disgusted by me.

He had once told Kaka himself that he hated me because nobody in the house looked at
people with troublesome eyes the way I did. He also said I was black like charcoal, and
because of that, he did not even know how to look at me.

When I entered, Kaka squeezed her face and said,

“Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un. So because of your jealousy, you came before they
gave me my gift, so you could eat it all? Wallahi, be careful, shameless girl. Were you
not the one who disgraced me earlier in front of people by laughing at my makeup?”

He did not even raise his head to look at me.

I said,

“Yaya Bilal, welcome back.”

My mouth was trembling as I said it, and I felt as if my heart would jump out because
of my fear of him.

Slowly, he stood and left without saying a word to me.

I looked at Kaka, expecting her to say something. Instead, she said,

“My soldier, please hide my gift well. It is good that you did not stay, so this black
girl would not eat it all.”

As Bilal passed close to me, the scent of his powerful perfume captured my breath. I
closed my eyes and felt my love for Yaya Bilal increase deep inside my heart.

Kaka said,

“And what is this way you are looking at a man? You know that even if you were tied to
his leg, he would not look at you. A soldier’s wife is different, not someone like you.”

I said,

“Haba, Kaka. Since I entered, you have been insulting me. Please stop this. Wallahi, it
is not right. If you say such things near him, he will dislike me even more, and you know
very well that he already hates me.”

Kaka replied,

“Haba, black girl. Your own husband will be different too, wallahi. You are even stronger
than them and hardworking. Recently, I heard you will complete Qur’an recitation soon.
You see, you have many blessings.”

I laughed softly and placed my head on her lap.

She said,

“Today, I have suffered. Me, Fatima, this strong girl will break me. Everyone else has
rested. You have caused your twelve parents loss.”

I laughed and said,

“Honestly, Kaka, you really know how to give birth. Did you give birth to twelve children
from your own stomach? You really produced many.”

As if Kaka had been waiting, she said,

“Your parents refused to produce like me. That yellow one, like a hen, gave Malik five
children. That other charity-yellow one gave him three. And the Inyamura, your mother,
gave him four. They should continue. As for me, I do not care. I will soon make him
marry again.”

I looked at Kaka in surprise, because that was how her talk was. You could begin a
sensible discussion, but if you were not careful, it would become nonsense again.

I pushed out my lips and stood to leave.

Kaka said,

“Wallahi, you have pushed out your lips like your Inyamura mother, whose mouth is like
a town gate. Thank Allah that you did not inherit that big mouth.”

She adjusted her sitting position and continued chewing her kola nut.

The Wedding Day

On the wedding day, we girls in the house dressed early. All of us wore white shadda as
our matching outfit. Our parents wore sky blue, while the young men wore ash color.

I entered Kaka’s place and saw that she had visitors. Her room was filled with people,
and the men were even more than the women. Some were from our family, and some were not.

I greeted them and was about to leave when Kaka said,

“Look at this fool, Salisu. Did you not just finish describing her to me? You said I
should introduce you because you like her, and now she came and you let her leave.
Wallahi, I am tired of looking at the girls in this house. They are almost thirty, all
girls. If you have courage, let it rise now.”

I was filled with embarrassment that day. In my heart, I thought, “This is Kaka. A while
ago she said we were too few, and now she is saying we are too many. No one can handle
Kaka except Kaka herself.”

The man she called Salisu also became very shy and covered his face. I secretly looked
at him, but honestly, he did not impress me. Even if he had impressed me, my heart already
belonged to Yaya Bilal.

I quickly headed toward Rashida’s section, but Salisu followed me and began speaking to
me. I did not know how to disrespect people, so I turned and answered him.

While we were greeting each other, Yaya Bilal came out of their section. He looked
extremely handsome in his ash-colored shadda. It fitted his well-built body perfectly.

In our entire house, no one was as fair and handsome as Yaya Bilal. He took after our
grandfather, and he also resembled our father, Alhaji Abdulmalik.

Now Yaya Bilal was a soldier with the rank of Admiral. He was called Admiral Bilal Mohd,
also known as Admiral B.

At that moment, all my attention and calmness were fixed on Yaya Bilal. Salisu continued
talking, but later he realized that my mind was somewhere else, not with him.

He was surprised by the person I was looking at. If he was not mistaken, he knew this
man was my elder brother figure and also the son of my father’s elder brother. He sensed
that there was something hidden in the matter, because water does not become sour for no
reason.

Salisu felt very hurt. Since he was born, he had never opened his mouth to tell any woman
that he liked her until Khairat, yet she had ignored him like that.

The celebration continued beautifully. Music was played, but only among the women. Mama’s
relatives also performed some of their Inyamurai cultural practices.

Unknown to them, the matter settled painfully in Kaka’s heart. She entered her room and
started crying loudly. Mama’s co-wife, Hajiya Iklima, saw her and followed her, hoping
to collect gossip by asking what had happened.

Kaka, already waiting for the smallest chance, increased the volume of her crying and
began acting like a small child. She told Mama Iklima to go and call Malik and the rest
of her children.

All our fathers were in the large sitting room, having a family conversation. They
became very worried when they heard the news, and all ten men came. Kaka had ten sons
and two daughters.

Then Kaka began telling them that she heard someone say they should increase the volume
of the music because the troublesome woman had arrived.

Abin Cikin Kwai Book One Novel Details

• Novel Title: Abin Cikin Kwai Book One Complete Hausa Novel
• Category: Complete Hausa Novels
• Language: English Translation
• Main Character: Khairat
• Other Characters: Admiral Bilal, Kaka Fatima, Rashida, Iman, Amira, Salisu, Laila, Baby, Mama, Alhaji Abdulmalik, Hajiya Iklima
• Main Themes: Family wedding, hidden love, black beauty, mockery, jealousy, grandmother drama, soldier romance, and family rivalry
• Setting: A large family house during wedding ceremonies

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Why You Should Read Abin Cikin Kwai Book One Complete Hausa Novel

Abin Cikin Kwai Book One Complete Hausa Novel is perfect for readers
who enjoy Hausa family stories filled with wedding drama, grandmother humor, secret love,
class tension, and emotional teasing between relatives.

Khairat’s story is touching because she faces insults from relatives, especially because
of her complexion and her mother’s background. Yet her heart remains soft, and her hidden
love for Admiral Bilal creates suspense for readers who enjoy emotional Hausa romance.

Frequently Asked Questions About Abin Cikin Kwai Book One Complete Hausa Novel

What is Abin Cikin Kwai Book One Complete Hausa Novel about?

Abin Cikin Kwai Book One Complete Hausa Novel is about Khairat, a young
girl in a large family house during wedding celebrations, who faces mockery while hiding
her love for Admiral Bilal.

Who is Khairat in Abin Cikin Kwai Book One?

Khairat is the main character. She is described as a beautiful black-beauty girl who is
often mocked by some relatives but remains gentle and respectful.

Who is Admiral Bilal?

Admiral Bilal, also called Yaya Bilal or Admiral B, is a handsome and quiet soldier.
Khairat secretly loves him, even though he treats her coldly.

Who is Kaka Fatima in the story?

Kaka Fatima is the dramatic grandmother in the family. She is funny, sharp-tongued,
emotional, and often causes scenes during family gatherings.

What is the main conflict in Abin Cikin Kwai Book One?

The main conflict begins with Khairat being mocked by relatives while secretly loving
Admiral Bilal, who appears distant and difficult to approach.

Is this an English translation of Abin Cikin Kwai Book One?

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Abin Cikin Kwai Book One Complete Hausa Novel while keeping the original
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