Halin Yau Book One Complete Hausa Novel

Halin Yau Book One Complete Hausa Novel

Halin Yau Book One Complete Hausa Novel is a touching Hausa family story about school life, visiting day, parental love, emotional distance, pride, and the silent pain that children often carry when their parents are not at peace with each other. This English translation keeps the emotional meaning of the original Hausa novel while making it clear, natural, and suitable for WordPress SEO publishing.

Halin Yau Book One Complete Hausa Novel – Episode 1

The compound of the Federal Government College in Kiyawa, popularly known as FGC Kiyawa, was filled with cars and people. Parents, guardians, and students moved about in groups, while others sat in clusters, eating and chatting happily because it was visiting day.

At one side of the school garden, a young mother sat quietly. From her appearance, she would not be more than thirty-two years old. She was sitting on a soft mat, which looked like something she had brought along with her. Beside her were food containers and shopping bags carrying the logo of Sahad Store.

She kept looking around, waiting to see from which direction her only son would appear. Before she realized what was happening, someone hugged her from behind and called out happily, “Mami!”

Laughing, she raised her head.

“Jawad, don’t you know you are grown now? If I had not been sitting down, you would have knocked me over.”

Jawad still returned to lie against her body and said, “I missed you, Mami. Where is Inna?”

“She said I should greet you. She traveled to Gamawa two days ago for a wedding.”

Jawad pushed out his lips like a spoiled child and said, “So that means she did not make my fried snacks for me?”

“Who told you that?” his mother replied. “On Wednesday, she spent the whole day preparing your snacks. She did not rest until she finished everything.”

Only then did his face brighten.

“Allah Sarki, my dear Inna!” he said.

He lifted himself from her body and greeted her properly.

“Good afternoon.”

She answered while looking at him with surprise. She was amazed at how much he had grown within the short time she had not seen him. She wondered where he got such a tall body from, because neither she nor his father was very big in stature. In fact, if someone did not know them well, they might think she was his elder sister rather than his mother.

“Mami, you are looking at me as if you have discovered something ugly about me,” Jawad said, covering his eyes with his hands.

She smiled and replied, “It is your height that amazes me, Jawad. You are already taller than me.”

“Mami, your height is small. As for me, I took after my father’s height.”

“No, I think you will even be taller than him. You just turned thirteen last month, yet you have grown this much.”

In a spoiled tone, Jawad said, “Come on, Mami, stop saying that before someone hears you. I am fifteen.”

She burst into laughter and said, “I forgot that you know your own date of birth better than I do.”

Jawad Calls His Father

At that moment, Jawad opened her bag and brought out her beautiful phone. He handed it to her and said, “Unlock it for me. I want to call Malam and ask if he has returned.”

Without saying anything, she collected the phone and unlocked it for him. Jawad began pressing the numbers from memory. After entering the number, he placed the phone against his ear.

It was as if the person on the other end had been waiting for his call, because the call was answered almost immediately.

Jawad greeted him and said, “Malam!”

From the phone, the man answered, “Jawad, are you well? I am already on my way to you.”

Filled with joy, Jawad asked, “So you have returned from Bauchi?”

“No, I have not reached home yet. I am on my way back now. I have reached Babaldu. I will pass through Dutse and then come to Kiyawa.”

Happiness filled Jawad’s heart. He began praying for his father to arrive safely, then told him, “I am at the same place where we sat during the last visiting day.”

He ended the call and said, “Oh! Allah has helped me. Yesterday, when I called him, he apologized and said he would not be able to come until next week because he was in Bauchi. Maybe because I did not answer him properly or show that I accepted it, he left everything and started coming.”

His mother did not interrupt him until he finished speaking. She looked at the time on her wristwatch. It was already thirty-five minutes past two.

She thought quietly, Where is Babaldu? Will he even be able to arrive before the school authorities close the gate for visitors?

She clicked her tongue inwardly and told herself that it was none of her business. But another part of her heart reminded her that it concerned Jawad.

Jawad interrupted her thoughts.

“Khalifa’s father is sick and in the hospital. That is why I did not ask to come with any of them.”

“What happened to him?” she asked with concern.

“He has been suffering from malaria until it became serious.”

“Even here, Mami, many students have been falling sick with malaria. May Allah heal him and make it easy. So did you come down at the motor park?”

She shook her head and said, “We chartered a car together with the family of Ma’aji. Eat your food first, then we will go and greet them. They are over there at the women’s side.”

Malam Arrives At FGC Kiyawa

Not long after Asr prayer, Malam arrived at the school.

He was dressed in an expensive pure white traditional outfit. On his feet were black cover shoes, and his head was full of hair. He wore a Zanna Bukar cap, though it did not completely cover his hair. The scent of Versace perfume followed him as he walked calmly.

He had a moderate body size, but he was tall. His appearance resembled the famous Hausa film actor Yakubu Muhammad. No one would easily believe he was Jawad’s father except for the strong resemblance between them.

Before he reached where they were seated, Jawad saw him from afar. The boy ran toward him with joy.

To Sa’adah’s surprise, Malam lifted Jawad up and turned around with him, just as he used to do when Jawad was much younger.

After putting him down, he held him by the side, and they both walked toward the place where Sa’adah was sitting. Everyone around them watched with admiration, impressed by the bond between Jawad and his father.

Malam found a chair and sat at one side, not too far from where Sa’adah was sitting. She turned her back to them.

Jawad and his father started talking with excitement.

“But Jawad, are you really studying?” Malam asked. “Where is your C.A. result?”

Jawad put his hand into his pocket and brought out a paper. He handed it to his father.

Malam collected it, opened it, and looked through it. His smile widened. He folded the paper, looked at his son, and said, “That is my boy. Well done. Keep working hard.”

Jawad replied proudly, “Since I am going to become a pilot, I must study hard, Malam. Or have you forgotten?”

Malam only smiled.

Sa’adah’s Silent Distance

As he sat with Jawad, Malam stole a glance toward where Sa’adah was sitting. As usual, she looked elegant and beautiful. She was dressed in an expensive lace bubu gown. Her hands were decorated with red henna and Dubai gold rings.

Her familiar Escada Sentiment perfume filled the air softly. It was the kind of fragrance that brought calmness to anyone who perceived it.

She looked younger than her age, almost like a woman in her mid-twenties rather than someone who had already crossed thirty.

Jawad stood up and said, “Malam, I will be right back.”

Malam nodded.

Jawad went straight to his mother, squatted in front of her, and held both her hands.

“Mami, please come and greet Malam.”

She shook her head, showing that she would not go.

“Come on, Mami. It is just greeting.”

She shook her head again while continuing to press her phone. She was on WhatsApp, reading messages from the people she came with. They were telling her that it was time for them to leave before it became late.

She began gathering the food containers she had brought. She also handed Jawad the shopping bags she came with, reminding him again to focus on his studies and never neglect his prayers.

With a trembling voice, as if he was about to cry, Jawad said, “But you still have not greeted Malam.”

With slight irritation, she asked, “Is it compulsory?”

When she saw tears gathering in his eyes, her heart softened. She picked up her handbag and the basket containing the food containers, then said, “Let us go then.”

An Awkward Greeting

Jawad collected the basket from her, and they walked toward Malam. The distance between them and Malam was not more than five steps, so he had heard almost everything they had been saying.

Sa’adah did not move very close to him the way Jawad did. She stood at a little distance and said, “Good afternoon.”

For a moment, Malam felt like not answering because of the cold way she greeted him. It was the kind of greeting that sounded forced and disrespectful. But when he saw Jawad watching them closely, he answered her and even asked about Inna.

Sa’adah heard him, but she pretended as if he had not spoken to her. She stretched her hand toward Jawad, asking him to give her the basket.

Jawad shrugged and said, “Mami, Malam is going to Kano. Please allow him to take you along.”

A heavy wave of bitterness rose in her heart. After forcing her to greet him, Jawad had now brought up another matter.

She said nothing to him. Instead, she pulled the basket from his hand and said, “Thank you. You do not need to be happy next time I come here if this is the kind of trouble you will put me through.”

She turned and began walking away with her usual calm steps.

Jawad quickly followed behind her, saying, “Come on, Mami, please do not do this to me.”

Suddenly, she dropped the basket and her handbag, grabbed him, and started scolding him angrily. His father rushed forward and quickly took Jawad away from her, feeling deeply hurt that she had repeated the same behavior even in public at his school.

Fortunately, most of the visitors had already left, and only a few people were still around.

Sa’adah bent down, picked up her things, and walked away while breathing heavily.

Seeing this, Jawad pulled himself free from his father’s hand and ran after her.

“I am coming, Malam!” he called back.

He caught up with his mother from behind and hugged her tightly.

“I am sorry, Mami. I am very sorry,” he said.

About Halin Yau Book One Complete Hausa Novel

Halin Yau Book One Complete Hausa Novel presents a powerful emotional scene between a young boarding school student and his parents during visiting day. Jawad loves both his mother and father, but the cold distance between them causes him pain.

The story shows how children can suffer silently when parents are separated by pride, anger, or unresolved conflict. It also highlights the deep love between a mother and her child, as well as the emotional bond between a father and his son.

In this first part of Halin Yau, Jawad becomes the bridge between two people who seem unable to face each other peacefully. His innocent desire for both parents to greet each other leads to an emotional moment that reveals how much pain is hidden beneath the surface.