About Kamarsu Ce Daya Book One

Kamarsu Ce Daya Book One Complete Hausa Novels opens in one of the most
beautiful and expensive neighborhoods in Abuja. The place is so neat, organized, and
luxurious that only very wealthy people can afford to live there.

The story introduces Na’im, a young man of royal Lebanese background and Hausa-Fulani
maternal roots. He is blessed with beauty, wealth, education, and influence, but behind
his perfect appearance are emotional struggles, cultural conflict, and a complicated
personality.

Kamarsu Ce Daya Book One English Translation

In the Federal Capital Territory, Abuja, there was a certain neighborhood where only
people of great status could live. Not everyone with little money could afford to stay
there. A person had to be extremely wealthy, powerful, and financially established
before they could live in such a place.

No one would easily believe that such a well-planned and beautiful neighborhood existed
in Nigeria. It looked like something one would expect to see in Europe. That was why it
was rare to see Black residents there. Most of the people living in the neighborhood
were white foreigners, ambassadors, embassy counselors, and other expatriates who stayed
in Nigeria from time to time.

In one of the most beautiful houses on the street, more than five large and expensive
cars drove toward a huge mansion. To describe the beauty and structure of that house
alone would take many pages.

The driver of the first car pressed the remote control, and the gate rose upward. The
vehicles entered the compound, where expensive cars were parked everywhere. The house
was truly a show of wealth and luxury.

As soon as the cars entered, workers and security officers lined up properly, waiting
for the owner of the house to come out. They waited for almost thirty minutes before
he finally appeared. From their calmness, it was clear that they were used to such
delays.

The car door was opened for him. Everywhere one looked, soldiers guarded the house.
He brought out one leg first and still delayed before finally bringing out the second
leg and stepping down with pride, authority, and elegance.

He moved with confidence and dignity, carrying an aura of wealth and command.

Truly, this young man looked more like a European or an Arab than a Hausa man or even
someone with Nigerian blood. From every angle, he did not look like an ordinary Nigerian.
Even among Arabs and Europeans, it would not be easy to find a man as handsome as him.

Some people might even say he looked like a spirit because of his extraordinary beauty.
One could search across the country and still find people saying they had never seen
anyone as handsome as him.

From his body structure, appearance, elegance, and dignity, one would already be amazed.
But the real confusion would begin after looking at his face. A person would be forced
to praise Allah for the beauty of His creation.

This young man’s beauty was beyond ordinary understanding. If he entered a place, anyone
around him might feel too small to stand close to him. His nose was straight and
well-shaped. His small lips were pink as if he had applied lip color. His eyes were
clear and soft, as if sleep was about to overtake him.

His hair was thick, black, smooth, and well-kept, clearly showing that money had been
spent on it. His beard and sideburns were perfectly styled. His feet and fingers were
also attractive. His eyebrows were thick and almost joined together because of how black
and full they were.

His complexion was not just fair; it was the fairness of a European, even lighter than
many Arabs. But his beauty and physical perfection still carried an Arab-like charm.
He could not be more than thirty-two years old.

People greeted him in English, but he did not even listen to them. With a merciless
expression on his face, he entered the sitting room after pressing the door code with
pride and confidence.

Once inside the sitting room, one would wonder whether they were still in this world or
somewhere close to paradise. The beauty and arrangement of the room were beyond normal
imagination. A pleasant fragrance and cool air filled the entire place.

A very beautiful young woman was sitting calmly on one of the chairs with one leg crossed
over the other. She was eating an apple and pressing her large phone.

When she saw him, she stood up and threw herself into his arms, welcoming him in English.

He gave a small smile. Then, in the broken Hausa he had just started learning, he said,

“Yau… shi… ni… kinka zo?”

What he meant was, “When did you come?”

The young woman replied,

“Since morning.”

He struggled again in Hausa.

“Ci… danna… mini… English.”

He meant, “Stop speaking English to me.”

Pointing to his head with his finger, he added,

“Ni… so nace na gane Hausa.”

The lady laughed because the Hausa of her new boyfriend amused her.

“That is not how to say it, honey. You should say, ‘I want to learn Hausa, so stop
speaking English to me.’”

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He replied,

“Okay, na gano shi.”

She laughed again.

“You should say, ‘Na gane.’”

She wrapped her hands around his neck stylishly and began kissing him. He was about to
respond when he suddenly felt as if his tongue had been held tightly.

With difficulty, he pulled her away from his body, breathing heavily like a lion.

She did not understand what was wrong, so she tried to hug him again. Suddenly, she felt
herself thrown aside, and her head hit the wall. She screamed and held the back of her
head, then raised her face and stared at him.

“Honey, are you okay? We met yesterday, and you gave me your address. You told me to
come so we could relax together, and from there you would learn Hausa.”

She said everything in English.

With arrogance, pride, and his broken Hausa, he said,

“Ni… ni… ba jan iska bane.”

He meant to say he was not a reckless man.

She interrupted him.

“If you are not reckless, then what am I?”

Annoyed, he said,

“Ni bana cinye mata.”

She burst into laughter because of how funny his Hausa sounded. Even he smiled a little.

She said,

“That is not how you should say it. I understand that you do not want an improper
relationship, but we can still be romantic, right?”

He twisted his mouth and said,

“No. Ni bana con ina tabo mace.”

He was still struggling to explain that he did not like touching women wrongly.

She became annoyed when she realized that he was only insulting her in a language he
barely understood. From what he was trying to say, he was telling her he did not like
her body and that he was not interested in anything immoral.

She hissed, stood up angrily, and left the house. She entered her car and drove away,
saying that she and him were finished forever. After all, that was their first time
meeting after they had met at a restaurant.

She was angry that such a man had insulted her. But what shocked her more was his
strength. The way he threw her aside made her feel as if some unseen force had pushed
her to the wall.

As she drove, she kept complaining. She had only been attracted by his beauty, his
masculine appearance, his wealth, and the possibility that if they became close, she
might benefit from his money and even travel abroad with him. But now, he had
disappointed her.

As for the young man, the moment she left the house, happiness passed through him as
if he had received good news of paradise.

He went to his bedroom, took a quick bath, and dressed properly. It became clear that
he was a Muslim. He stood and prayed with deep concentration. His Qur’an recitation was
so beautiful that anyone listening would only say, “Masha Allah.”

After finishing his prayer, he sat and recited his adhkar for a long time. When he
finished, he lay on his bed and picked up his phone. He dialed a number saved as
“Lovely M.”

“Hello, sweetheart,” he said in a spoiled voice, almost like someone about to cry. His
tone was so soft and pampered that it was even more dramatic than that of many women.

“Sweetheart, I am tired of this country, honestly.”

From the other side, his mother replied,

“My son, I told you to stop speaking English to me. Speak Hausa to me. I want you to
learn the Hausa language, your mother’s tongue. That is why I told you to start working
there. I want you to learn my language, and I want you to get used to the country because
soon we will return to Nigeria permanently. Since your father has passed away, what are
we still staying there for? If you want to visit your relatives, you can go and visit
them, but I will not continue living there. I am returning to Nigeria. It is better you
get used to it. How is work?”

“Alhamdulillah, sweetheart. Da wa’ala aiki.”

She corrected him.

“Not wa’ala. Wahala. Since you were small, Na’im, I have been teaching you Hausa, but
you refused to learn. But when we return to Nigeria, you will learn by force.”

He complained softly.

“My love, please, this country is not enjoyable. What are we coming back here to do?
Since I have money and you also have money, what are we looking for? Please, sweetheart,
if you want me to stay, then come to the country. I miss you. I miss your food badly.”

“Oh, my son, wait for me. I will come back. I will bring everything you need so you do
not have to return. You have already returned to Nigeria, so wait for me. In three weeks,
you will see me, insha Allah.”

He began crying to her in a spoiled way, saying he should be allowed to come and bring
her himself. She ended the call happily.

His father was originally a pure Lebanese Muslim named Al-Awwal Mahmud. Work brought
him together with Mummy, Hajiya Zuwaira, at the airport. She was also very beautiful
and fair in complexion.

He fell in love with her deeply and struggled until her parents in Kebbi finally agreed
to let him marry her. She was a Hausa-Fulani woman, and by Allah’s will, her own parents
were also wealthy.

Al-Awwal was from a royal Lebanese family and had immense wealth. After his father’s
death, Al-Awwal was given the throne. However, he did not spend a long time on it before
Allah took his life.

When it was time to give the throne to Na’im, he was considered too young. He also said
he did not want royalty and allowed his father’s younger brother to take the position.

Even before Al-Awwal died, they did not live in Lebanon. They lived in Manchester City
in the United Kingdom. Their relatives remained in Lebanon, and alhamdulillah, they
maintained strong family ties.

After their marriage, Na’im was the eldest child. After him came his younger siblings:
Irfan, Hunaif, and the youngest, Aisha. They all lived in the UK and studied there.

Irfan and Na’im had both completed their education up to master’s level. Hunaif had
just started university, while Aisha was still in secondary school. Hunaif and Aisha
would not return to Nigeria permanently until they finished school, though they could
come for holidays.

The only country left for them to fully reconnect with was their mother’s side, Nigeria.
Their grandmother, Dada, was Hajiya Zuwaira’s mother.

Zuwaira was a kind woman who loved her relatives deeply. She loved helping people and
also loved her country and the Hausa people. That was why, after her husband died, she
said she would not remarry. She would raise her children and return to Nigeria to live
close to her relatives.

Their wealth was so much that all of Zuwaira’s relatives who once lived in the village
had already been moved into the city. Their grandmother also had her own separate house
in Abuja with domestic workers. The rest of the family lived comfortably in Kebbi city.

Zuwaira helped both male and female relatives find jobs and paid school fees for many
people. In every way, Zuwaira was a woman of good character. Her late husband, Al-Awwal,
was also a truly good man before his death.

Na’im and his siblings had strong Islamic and Western education. Alhamdulillah, they
practiced what they knew because they had been well brought up. However, because of the
environment they grew up in abroad, they also picked up some habits that did not match
their religion or their mother’s culture.

They did not see much difference between friendship with women and friendship with men.
The way they could be friends with men was the same way they could be friends with women.

Among them, Na’im was better in some ways because he did not chase women carelessly.
However, he had many female friends, especially wealthy, classy, and educated women.
Still, he had his own internal struggles with desire and emotional confusion.

What disturbed him most was that whenever a woman tried to get too close to him with
the intention of pleasure, something strange would happen. She might fall or hit a wall,
and immediately he would begin to dislike her. Everything that had once attracted him
to her would suddenly become disgusting to him.

One thing that reduced his inner tension was taking a little alcohol, not heavily, but
lightly. Unlike him, Irfan did not drink alcohol, though he had his own personal
weaknesses with women.

Aisha, because of life abroad, had fallen into some harmful habits, including substance
use and wrong relationships. Yet all of them still knew religion, and each one knew the
wrongs the others were doing.

Na’im was a top brain doctor in Abuja. His mother opened a large and impressive hospital
for him, one of the kind that people would admire at first sight. The hospital had
doctors from different places working inside it.

He was also a counselor at the Lebanese Embassy in Abuja. He was among those responsible
for approving visas and conducting interviews for people applying to visit Lebanon.

In addition, he managed all their businesses and companies in Nigeria. He controlled
everything connected to their wealth in the country. Irfan managed the overseas side of
the family business, while Hunaif also assisted.

Among all his siblings, Na’im was the most handsome and outstanding in almost everything.
He carried royal blood, wealth, inherited status, and beauty. Looking at him alone, one
would know that royalty was truly in his blood.

His problem was that he drank a little, had many female friends, and only associated
with women of class. No ordinary girl could easily meet Na’im, let alone become close
to him. He was not the type of man found among low-level people or in ordinary circles.

His second problem was that he could be very disrespectful whenever he wished. He could
humiliate someone without thinking twice. He was full of pride, arrogance, and confidence.
He did not care about other people’s lives unless they directly affected him.

If someone did something wrong, he would hardly tell them to stop. He believed life
belonged to each person. He had caught Aisha doing wrong things before, but he never
seriously warned her to stop. The same applied to his brothers. Whatever anyone did, he
would simply see it as their life.

Money meant almost nothing to him. He could play with dollars as if they were ordinary
paper. He gave money generously and sometimes recklessly. If he gave charity, the person
receiving it could become completely overwhelmed.

To Na’im, giving money was nothing. Money could be found anywhere in his car, in his
pockets, and even sometimes inside his shoes. If he wished, he could remove dollars from
anywhere and give them out as a gift.

Some days he behaved respectfully, while on other days he showed nothing but trouble.
His workers knew his character very well. Some days he looked at people with arrogance;
other days he smiled and acted friendly.

At the hospital, whenever a patient was lucky enough to be treated by Na’im himself
instead of the other doctors working under him, it was very difficult for that patient
to pay any money. No matter how serious the illness was, he would often treat them for
free.

Kamarsu Ce Daya Book One Novel Details

• Novel Title: Kamarsu Ce Daya Book One Complete Hausa Novels
• Category: Complete Hausa Novels
• Language: English Translation
• Main Character: Na’im
• Other Characters: Hajiya Zuwaira, Al-Awwal Mahmud, Irfan, Hunaif, Aisha, Ruky Baby
• Main Themes: Wealth, beauty, pride, faith, family, culture, hidden struggles, and responsibility
• Setting: Abuja, Nigeria; Lebanon; United Kingdom

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Kamarsu Ce Daya Book One Complete Hausa Novels is interesting for
readers who enjoy stories about rich families, royal blood, cultural identity, emotional
conflict, and powerful characters with hidden weaknesses.

Na’im is not introduced as an ordinary hero. He is wealthy, handsome, educated, religious,
proud, generous, and deeply complicated. These contradictions make the story more
dramatic and engaging.

Frequently Asked Questions About Kamarsu Ce Daya Book One Complete Hausa Novels

What is Kamarsu Ce Daya Book One Complete Hausa Novels about?

Kamarsu Ce Daya Book One Complete Hausa Novels is about Na’im, a wealthy
Lebanese-Nigerian doctor in Abuja whose life combines beauty, pride, family duty, faith,
wealth, and hidden personal struggles.

Who is Na’im in Kamarsu Ce Daya Book One?

Na’im is the main character. He is a handsome and wealthy doctor with Lebanese royal
blood and Hausa-Fulani roots from his mother’s side.

Where does Kamarsu Ce Daya Book One begin?

The story begins in an exclusive and luxurious neighborhood in Abuja, Nigeria.

Who is Hajiya Zuwaira in the story?

Hajiya Zuwaira is Na’im’s mother. She is a kind Hausa-Fulani woman from Kebbi who loves
her relatives, supports her family, and wants her children to reconnect with Nigeria.

Is this an English translation of Kamarsu Ce Daya Book One?

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