Me Ceto Na Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Me Ceto Na Book 1 – Complete Hausa Novel

Me Ceto Na Book 1 is a captivating Hausa novel that introduces readers to Aisha, a playful and strong-willed young girl whose innocent curiosity often leads her into amusing situations. This opening chapter presents her relationship with her mother, her interest in Umar, and the unexpected encounter that changes the mood of her day.

Me Ceto Na Book 1

A young girl sat in the middle of a family compound, sweeping the courtyard until it was beautifully clean. She held a needle and yarn in her hands, working carefully on a cap. After knitting for a long time, she suddenly sighed and began undoing her work.

“It does not look good, Yaseen,” she muttered.

While she was deeply occupied with undoing the stitches, an elderly woman came out of the room. She looked at the girl and placed her hand over her mouth in surprise.

“By Allah, will I ever see the day you finish that cap? Every day you knit it, and every day you undo it,” the woman complained.

The girl frowned, clearly unhappy with the complaint.

“Umma, it does not look good. Besides, I will not undo it again after this,” she replied.

The woman pursed her lips.

“May Allah make it easy for you,” she said before returning to her chores.

Aisha continued working. After some time, she looked at the yarn and smiled when she realised that she had finally finished undoing the previous stitches. She immediately began knitting another cap.

As far as she could remember, she had been working on that particular cap for almost a month, yet she still had not completed it.

Her mother looked at her curiously.

“Aisha, what are you knitting?”

Aisha smiled.

“It is a cap, Umma.”

“A cap? At this rate, it will become very expensive by the time you finish it,” her mother teased.

Aisha raised her head and looked directly at her mother.

“I am not making it for sale. It belongs to Umar.”

Her mother immediately became curious.

“Which Umar?”

“Umar, Inna’s son,” Aisha answered.

“Oh, him? Truly, you have found yourself a serious assignment. That orphan called Umar will not wear this thing you have already ruined,” her mother said jokingly.

Aisha’s expression changed.

“I know he will wear it, Umma. You were the one who said that he and I have similar personalities.”

Her mother laughed.

“Then may Allah help him,” she said.

Aisha answered, “Ameen,” and continued with her work.

The call to the Maghrib prayer soon echoed through the neighbourhood. Aisha put the cap aside, performed ablution, and went to pray.

She did not return to the knitting until around nine o’clock that night. She picked up the plastic bag in which she had kept the cap, stared at it for a moment, and then began undoing the stitches again while clicking her tongue in annoyance.

After a while, she began calling her mother loudly from a distance.

“Umma!”

Her mother answered, but Aisha continued shouting.

“You want to swallow the whole house? I will find you there. Could you not get up and come here instead of shouting at me from far away?”

From inside the room, her father’s voice could be heard.

“Where is Aisha?”

Aisha did not even realise when she reached the doorway.

“I am here,” she announced.

Her father, who had been reclining and listening to them, looked at her with interest.

“What is the matter?”

Aisha quickly explained.

“I want to ask whether Umar is fair or dark.”

Her father looked confused.

“Which Umar?”

“Umar, Inna’s son,” Aisha replied.

Her mother shook her head.

“Forget about her, Malam. This girl is not serious. Ever since I mentioned Umar to her, she has been calling his name throughout the day.”

Her father laughed.

“There is nothing wrong with calling his name. He is her relative.”

“This girl’s foolishness is becoming too much. Just look at her. At this late hour, she is shouting at me from the other side of the house,” her mother complained.

Her father continued laughing.

“Perhaps she has inherited Umar’s character. He is also fond of acting foolishly.”

“His foolishness has still not left him,” her mother added.

Her father finally turned to Aisha.

“You heard her. Go and sleep. You can ask your question tomorrow.”

“What answer am I supposed to give her?” her mother asked. “You, go away and leave me alone. Tomorrow, if Allah permits, go and ask your Inna.”

Aisha stood up, grumbling under her breath, and left the room.

She climbed onto her bed, wiped away her tears, and angrily threw the ball of yarn onto the floor.

The following day, after returning from Islamic school, Aisha began preparing herself to visit her Inna, just as her mother had instructed.

As soon as her mother saw her dressed and ready, she came outside.

“Inna, where are you going so soon after returning?”

Aisha looked at her.

“Umma, were you not the one who told me to go to Inna and ask her?”

Her mother held her head in surprise.

“You have not even eaten. Why don’t you eat first?”

“I will eat when I get there,” Aisha replied.

“All right, but make sure you return before it is time for school again.”

As she was about to leave, Aisha assured her mother.

“I will not stay long, Umma.”

She walked along the road, playing and teasing every girl she met. Aisha enjoyed provoking people, and no girl who crossed her path was safe from one of her jokes.

She was almost at her destination when she noticed a very large man walking slowly. He struggled to move because of his considerable weight.

Aisha stopped and began laughing as she watched him. The longer she looked at him, the more she wanted to see his face clearly.

She picked up a stone and threw it in front of the man. She then ran forward, picked up the stone, and pretended to pound it on the ground while acting as though she had not noticed him.

She continued pretending until the man came close to her. Only then did she raise her head and call out:

“Hey! Rindina!”