Karamar Bazawara Book One Complete Hausa Novel

Karamar Bazawara Book One Complete Hausa Novel continues with the heavy secret surrounding Zayyad and Sulaiman. After Nana and Sulthana discover what was meant to remain hidden, fear spreads through the family house, and Sulaiman begins to tighten his control over everyone around him.

The Mansion With The Black Gate

They stopped directly in front of a massive black gate decorated with golden designs. The gate was opened wide for them, and their car entered the compound.

The house was truly large and impressive. It was a single-storey mansion, divided into two separate sections. Both sections had the same structure, the same size, the same painting, and the same grand appearance.

Instead of driving straight inside, they stopped a little after entering the gate.

Sulaiman lowered the glass on his side of the car. One of the older security guards quickly approached. He bent respectfully, joined his hands together, and began praising him.

“May Allah lengthen your life, my lord. May Allah give you long life and honor.”

Only Sulaiman’s face was enough to show that he did not enjoy the praise. He looked cold and uninterested.

Zayyad, who already knew that this would not end quickly, closed his eyes and rested his head against the seat. He knew Sulaiman was about to begin one of his long questioning sessions.

Sulaiman Questions The Guard

Sulaiman looked at the guard and asked:

“Malam Lado, who entered this house after I left?”

The guard praised him again before answering.

“May Allah grant you long life. No visitor entered the house after you left. Only Hajiya Nana and Hajiya Sulthana went out with Oga Zayyad about two hours ago. They returned about one hour ago, but they came back without him.”

Sulaiman asked again:

“I am not talking about visitors only. Among the family members, did anyone enter this morning?”

He asked because he knew the family now treated his wife’s younger sisters like members of the house. He also wanted to know when Sulthana had entered Zayyad’s section and confronted him about the secret.

Malam Lado replied:

“May Allah give you long life. Hajiya’s driver brought Hajiya Fatima back from school. Apart from her, no one entered this morning except those who went out and returned. But yesterday, after you left, Hajiya Sulthana entered, and I think she slept here.”

Sulaiman nodded slightly.

“Very good. What else happened after that?”

The guard continued:

“My lord, I saw Hajiya Rumaisa, Oga Sadiq, and Junior come out from Aunty Amarya’s section. They went into Hajiya’s section, but they did not go together with Hajiya Sulthana. She had only returned not long before then.”

Sulaiman asked:

“Apart from them, did you notice anything suspicious among the workers or anyone passing outside?”

The guard shook his head.

“No, may Allah give you long life. Everyone is doing their work properly.”

Sulaiman said:

“Masha Allah.”

Then he put his hand into Zayyad’s pocket and brought out three thousand naira. Zayyad felt him removing the money from his pocket, but he did not move or say anything.

Sulaiman handed the money to the guard.

“You are doing your work well, Malam Lado. Continue watching everything in this house for me. Do not allow anything to happen without you seeing it.”

The guard bent again.

“In sha Allah, my lord.”

Zayyad released a breath of relief because the information that day was not too much.

Since their father had refused to allow Sulaiman to install CCTV cameras inside the house, Sulaiman had planted people around the compound to bring him every detail. He had become like the head of the entire house. Everyone followed his command. Because their father was not a man of many words, they feared Sulaiman more than they feared him.

Fear Spreads In The House

“He is back, wallahi,” Fa’iza said to Sulthana, who had been moving up and down with fear filling her heart because of the thought of facing Sulaiman.

Without wasting even a minute, Sulthana ran into the section in front of her.

Batool, who was on the phone and speaking softly, raised her head and looked at Fa’iza with a questioning expression.

“Who is back, Fa’ee?”

Fa’iza replied:

“Are you even asking? It is Ya Sulaiman.”

Batool hissed.

“So what if he is back? Why are you all running as if you saw a ghost? I do not know why you people have placed his fear inside your hearts. He does not beat people. He does not insult people. He does not interfere in everyone’s affairs. Yet all of you have disturbed yourselves because of him.”

Fa’iza quickly replied:

“Wallahi, in this situation, it is better to meet a giant spirit with ten heads than to meet Big Brother. This morning, Nana and Sulthana touched him because of Ya Zayyad’s matter.”

Batool removed the phone from her ear immediately and ended the call in shock. Her eyes widened as she placed her hand on her chest.

“For Allah’s sake, seriously?”

Fa’iza did not wait to answer her fully. She ran into the same section where Sulthana had gone because she had already seen Sulaiman heading toward them directly.

Batool did not even stop to wear her shoes properly. With only her light green socks on her feet, she ran after Fa’iza.

When they reached the room, all of them entered at once and locked the door with a key.

The Girls Hide From Sulaiman

Each of them stood frozen in a different corner of the room. Their hearts were beating rapidly. Different prayers and words of remembrance filled their mouths.

Nana, who had caused the biggest trouble, was already crying. Tears rolled down her face because she knew that unless Allah intervened, she would regret seeing that day.

Sulaiman entered the main sitting room and found no one there except Junior, who was sitting and playing a video game.

When Junior saw him, he stopped playing and came closer.

Sulaiman gave him a short command:

“Go and call all the girls in this house for me.”

Junior first went to the room where they had hidden. He knocked and called their names one after another, delivering the message. He waited until he heard them answer before leaving that section and heading to the other one.

After a short while, he returned just as Nana and the others were coming out from the room where they had hidden.

They were about to sit down when Sulaiman quickly pointed to the floor with his finger.

“On your knees.”

They dropped to their knees as if they were about to scream.

Sulaiman looked at Junior and asked:

“Where is Ruma?”

Junior answered:

“She is bathing, Big Brother, but she will soon come out.”

Sulaiman Takes Control

The whole atmosphere changed immediately. No one dared to raise her voice. No one dared to ask a question. Even those who usually had confidence became silent because Sulaiman’s anger was not the kind people played with.

He was not a man who shouted unnecessarily. He did not have to beat anyone before fear spread. His silence was enough. His stare was enough. His command was enough.

Nana kept her head down, her tears falling silently. She knew very well that she had crossed a dangerous line.

She had seen something she was not supposed to see.

She had spoken about something she was not supposed to speak about.

Worst of all, she had involved Sulthana in a secret that Sulaiman had spent years protecting.

Sulthana, on the other hand, tried to control her fear, but her body betrayed her. She could feel her knees weakening beneath her. She had thought she could use Zayyad’s secret to force the marriage matter to move in her favor, but now that Sulaiman had returned, the weight of what she had done became clear.

She had not only threatened Zayyad.

She had challenged Sulaiman.

A House Ruled By Fear

Inside that house, Sulaiman’s authority was not written anywhere, but everyone knew it existed.

The workers watched him.

The guards reported to him.

The young ones feared him.

The women avoided his anger.

Even Zayyad, whom he protected more than anyone, trembled whenever the secret was at risk.

It was not because Sulaiman wanted to control people for nothing. It was because he believed control was the only thing keeping the family from shame.

He had built a wall around Zayyad’s secret for many years. He knew who entered the house, who left, who slept over, who visited, and who moved suspiciously.

Nothing was supposed to happen without him knowing.

But now, something had happened.

Something dangerous.

The Secret That Started To Spread

Nana had discovered the secret.

Sulthana had also heard it.

And because Sulthana had already threatened Zayyad with it, Sulaiman knew the matter could no longer be treated lightly.

A secret becomes more dangerous once it enters the mouth of someone who has something to gain from it.

Sulaiman understood that clearly.

He also understood that if he did not act quickly, the secret could spread from one room to another, from one section of the house to another, until it reached people who would use it to destroy everything.

Zayyad’s image was at stake.

The family name was at stake.

The future inheritance was at stake.

And the plan they had protected for twenty-five years was now standing on the edge of exposure.

Nana’s Regret

Nana could no longer control her tears. She knew Sulaiman very well. He was not someone who forgave easily when it came to a matter he considered dangerous.

She remembered the warning he had given them earlier at the office.

He had told them that the matter was like fire.

Now she understood.

She had played with fire.

And the fire was about to burn her.

She wished she had never gone near Zayyad’s section. She wished she had never seen what she saw. She wished she had kept quiet after seeing it. But regret had come late.

All she could do now was kneel and wait for Sulaiman’s judgment.

Sulthana’s Fear

Sulthana also regretted her boldness. That morning, she had felt powerful because she knew Zayyad’s secret. She had believed that by threatening him, she could force him to accept the marriage quickly.

But she had forgotten one thing.

Zayyad was not standing alone.

Behind him stood Sulaiman.

And Sulaiman was not a man anyone could easily blackmail.

Now, as she knelt on the floor with the others, she realized that the secret she thought would give her power might instead become the reason she would face a punishment she had never imagined.

Junior’s Innocence

Junior stood quietly after delivering Sulaiman’s message. He was too young to fully understand the heaviness of the matter, but he could feel the fear in the room.

He could see the girls kneeling.

He could see Nana crying.

He could see Sulthana’s face change.

He could see Sulaiman standing like a judge whose decision no one dared to challenge.

The video game he had been playing only moments ago was now forgotten.

The house had entered another storm.

The Coming Judgment

Sulaiman waited.

He wanted everyone involved to gather before he began speaking. He did not want to repeat himself. He did not want anyone to claim they did not hear his warning.

He wanted them to understand one thing clearly:

Zayyad’s secret was not something anyone could play with.

Anyone who tried to expose it would face him.

Anyone who used it for blackmail would regret it.

Anyone who spread it would be treated as an enemy of the family’s peace.

And Sulaiman was ready to forget blood relations if that was what it would take to protect the secret.

Conclusion

Karamar Bazawara Book One Complete Hausa Novel deepens the suspense around Zayyad’s hidden condition and Sulaiman’s iron control over the family.

At the mansion, even the guards serve as Sulaiman’s eyes. Every visitor, every movement, and every suspicious action is reported to him. But despite all his control, Nana and Sulthana have already discovered what was meant to remain hidden.

Now the girls are kneeling before him, trembling with fear, while Nana cries in regret and Sulthana realizes that the secret she wanted to use as power may become her greatest danger.

The family’s silence is breaking.

The secret is spreading.

And Sulaiman is ready to do whatever it takes to stop it.