Meeral Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Meeral Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel begins with the emotional life of Meeral, a young woman carrying family responsibilities, hardship, hope, and dreams of a better future. This English translation follows her journey through struggle, love, destiny, and an unexpected encounter that may change everything.

Meeral Book 1

She was walking very fast because she wanted to get home quickly. The weather was already looking heavy and rainy. Dark clouds had gathered, and it seemed as if rain would fall at any moment.

All she kept praying for was to reach the house safely because, in her life, there was nothing she disliked as much as rain touching her.

After walking for about ten minutes, she arrived at their house on Alhaji Abubakar Maitaya Street, inside Rijiyar Zaki area.

“Assalamu alaikum,” she greeted in her sweet and pleasant voice.

A mature woman in her forties answered her greeting.

“Meeral, you are back already? What happened today? Why did you stay so long?” asked the woman, who was her mother.

“Wallahi, Ma’ama, transport was very difficult today. That was why,” Meeral replied as she hung her veil on the clothesline in the middle of the compound.

Ma’ama released a small sigh.

“Wallahi, I had already started worrying about where you had gone in this unsafe town.”

Meeral moved closer to her mother, pulled a low wooden stool near the kitchen entrance, and sat down.

“Ma’ama, please stop filling your heart with worry and too much thinking. You know what the doctor said: too much thinking is not good for your health. And I promise, I will never do anything that will make you disappointed in me. In sha Allah, I will never throw away the good upbringing you have given me for years.”

She continued, “I know you do not like this work, but I have to do it for you and Asia. I do not even like it that much myself. I am trying very hard to find a better job. Every day I keep processing applications. Even now, I have been praying for the chance to tell you that I submitted my papers to a company, but they told me to wait until they start employing new staff. You know the job situation in this country. Even with a degree, getting work is not easy. Just keep praying for me.”

Ma’ama sighed again.

“Prayers? I am always praying for you. May Allah go before you and place blessings in your life. I am sure if your father were alive, he would be happier than anyone with the way you are struggling. May Allah make that job come through. As for this restaurant work, I truly do not like it. If it were even around our area, it would be different, but it is all the way in Sabon Gari. May Allah put His hand in your affairs and protect our dignity. Go and drop your handbag, bathe, eat, and rest. I know you must be very tired.”

“Okay, Ma’ama,” Meeral answered.

Then she asked, “Has Asia still not returned from Aunty Aisha’s house? I do not like this constant going out of hers…”

Before Meeral could finish, a little girl of about eight years old interrupted.

“Assalamu alaikum, Ma’ama. Has Didi not come back yet?”

Meeral turned toward her.

“I am back. And what kept you in someone’s house until 6:30? If you continue this kind of wandering, we will deal with you.”

Asia pouted her lips, making her cute pink lips stand out. Tears were already gathering in her beautiful, gloomy big eyes.

“Ayya, Didi, I am sorry. We were doing an assignment with Nimra. That was why. I am sorry. I will not stay out late again, my Didi,” she said, using her small hands to shake Meeral’s hand gently.

Meeral looked at her and said, “I know. You are using your pity face on me. Next time, do not repeat it. Come and collect your chocolate.”

She entered the room, and Asia quickly followed behind her.

Ma’ama watched them with love, feeling deep affection for her children enter her heart. She knew that even if she died that very day, she did not think they would ever stop loving each other.

She wiped away the small tear that had fallen from her eye.

“May Allah preserve you both and increase the bond between you,” she prayed.

Meeral’s Family Background

Malam Yusuf Bukar was the name of Meeral’s father. Their origin was from the Mambila Fulani people in Taraba. Malam Yusuf grew up under the care of his father because his mother died when he was only eighteen years old.

After the death of Yusuf’s mother, his father, Malam Bukar, never remarried. He focused all his attention on taking care of his son because he wanted to raise him properly and prevent him from living in hardship and loneliness.

But life is not always as a person plans. A person may have their own plan, but Allah has His own decree. Allah does not allow one person’s child to enjoy life while another person’s child remains in pain forever.

When Yusuf was twenty years old, Allah took the life of his father. He cried and grieved because he had no one else to turn to in their settlement and say, “This one is mine,” except his father’s sister.

But his aunt did not love him at all. In her view, he was the reason she could not enjoy her brother’s wealth the way she wanted. She never believed that Yusuf’s father had left nothing behind.

Yusuf endured the situation, whether it was pleasant or unpleasant, until he spent another year in the town. That same year, he married Ma’ama, whose real name was Fadime. They had already been together for a long time.

Two months after their marriage, Yusuf decided to leave the town. It was not easy because Ma’ama’s family resisted the decision, and there was a lot of struggle before they finally left.

Yusuf sold the seven cows he had inherited from his father. With the little money he received, he and his wife left the town.

He headed for Kano because he strongly wanted to leave Mambila. In Rijiyar Zaki, he rented a small house with two rooms, a kitchen, and a bathroom.

Little by little, he began using the money he had to buy small quantities of vegetables and resell them. In that way, he managed to protect himself and his family from disgrace.

After one year in Kano, Allah blessed them with a beautiful daughter. Malam Yusuf was extremely happy with the gift Allah had given them. He poured all the love in the world on their daughter, whom they named Meeral.

Malam Yusuf placed many hopes on Meeral. He promised himself that he would give her a good life and both Islamic and Western education by the permission of Allah.

That was exactly what he did. He worked hard to give her a good education. She attended FA’AN schools. Even though their fees were expensive, he did not give up. He struggled from one side to another until she completed FA’AN nursery, primary, and junior secondary school.

Later, Ma’ama gave birth to another daughter, who was named Asia. Life continued for them with its sweetness and hardship. Malam Yusuf continued his small business, and Allah blessed his effort.

When it was time for Meeral to enter SS1, he applied for her admission into Federal Government College, Kano. With time and patience, she completed FGC. Her result came out, and by the grace of Allah, she passed with good grades.

Her parents were very happy. She also wrote her JAMB examination and was lucky to score above 220, which was the score she needed because her dream was to study Business Administration. She applied to Bayero University, and she was given admission.

Time continued to move slowly, and nothing is difficult for Allah. Eventually, the year came when Meeral completed her studies at Bayero University.

That year became both a year of happiness and a year of sorrow for the family. It was the year she finished school, but it was also the year she lost her father. He died because of brain cancer, an illness he had carried for a long time without knowing.

That year turned dark for them because the wall they had been leaning on had fallen. Ma’ama suffered the most because she did not know where to place herself. Her husband had left her with the responsibility of raising two daughters, both of them girls.

Every soul shall taste death. Some lose a mother, some lose a father, some lose a child, some lose a sister, some lose a brother, some lose a wife, and some lose a husband. Death is painful and bitter, but Allah, in His wisdom, gives patience, endurance, and strength to those who trust Him.

That was how Fadime held tightly to patience after losing her husband. She made up her mind to take care of her two daughters. But too much thinking and sadness later caused her to develop a heart condition.

Many times, Meeral would sit beside her and comfort her, telling her to calm down. She would assure her that after completing her national service, she would get a job, and taking care of Ma’ama, Asia, and the cost of medicine would not be too difficult.

In Meeral’s mind, since she had graduated with a good result, getting work would not be hard. But unfortunately, in their country, finishing school did not guarantee a job.

Even after one year of completing her national service, there was still no job. She had no choice but to keep trusting the kingdom of Allah, although she was trying very hard to find something.

Through one of her friends, she later got a job as a waitress at a restaurant in Sabon Gari. Even that was difficult for Ma’ama to accept because, according to her, Meeral would not be able to handle it.

But Meeral explained that staying idle at home was worse, especially since Ma’ama did not have a strong business, her health was fragile, and Asia was still in school. In the end, Ma’ama accepted and followed her daughter with prayers.

A Coincident Meeting

“Asia, will you not hurry up? Do you want us to be late? You know I have a lot to do at work today, and it is already 7:30. Aren’t you afraid of going to school late? By Allah, I will stop dropping you off. Dare me and see.”

Meeral stood at the door of their room, already very angry.

Asia remained silent as if she had not heard her. She was busy packing her hair into a bun. In her heart, she was complaining about her sister’s shouting.

She thought, “Is this how they want someone to go to school, looking untidy? Wallahi, Didi is disturbing me. I am a big girl now. I have to look good. Fourteen years is not a joke.”

Meeral was almost full to the point of bursting.

“Ma’ama, wallahi, I will leave her. You can hear that I have been talking to her.”

“Asia, do not make me come in there and deal with you properly,” Ma’ama said.

As soon as Asia heard that, she rushed out of the room.

“Didi, I was only fixing my hair. You know how Ms. Helen behaves. If your hair is messy, wallahi, you will be punished,” she said, laughing.

“Move. Let us go,” Meeral said.

Asia squeezed her face a little.

“Please, calm down for me, my sweet Didi.”

Meeral smiled because she knew that if she continued answering Asia, they would spend the whole day on the same matter.

“Troublemaker,” Ma’ama said, laughing.

“Let us go. Ma’ama, we will be back,” Meeral said.

“May Allah protect you and take care of you both.”

“Ameen,” they both answered.

Meeral held Asia’s hand, and they left the house.

Zayn Zaid

Handsome Zayn Zaid was inside his Range Rover, driving fast because he had a meeting by 9:30. The meeting was a very important one, and all he wanted was to reach his company building on time.

His phone rang. The name of his personal assistant, Rejoice, appeared on the screen.

“Holy crap,” he muttered under his breath. “I left the headset at home.”

He slowed the car and began driving gently. Then he answered the call angrily.

“You must be very stupid for calling me right now. You know I have a meeting today, but you did not make the schedule properly. Now it is this morning you are telling me? What do you take my company for? A playground?”

Rejoice kept saying, “I am sorry, sir.”

“You are fired. I do not need someone like you in my company.”

He ended the call.

But what do you think happened next?

Well, it was not his lucky day.

Suddenly, he hit someone.

“Oh!”

Meeral let out a small sharp cry because she had fallen hard on her backside. Slowly, she placed her hand on the ground and stood up.

Zayn stepped out angrily.

“And who the hell are you, you slutty girl? Don’t you have any brain?” he shouted in an angry tone.

Meeral raised her big, attractive eyes and fixed them on him without saying a word. In her mind, she was shocked by how arrogant he was. He had hit her, yet he did not even apologize.

What if he had been driving at full speed? As for her, she truly had not seen him. She had just left Asia at the school gate and was quickly trying to stop a tricycle on the other side of the road. She had been checking the watch on her hand because she was already very late. She was about to cross when that senseless idiot hit her.

“Are you deaf? Are you dumb?” his cool but arrogant voice brought her back from her thoughts.

She looked at him again. At that moment, she felt like giving him several slaps.

“I pray your dirty body has not damaged my car,” he said.

That was when Meeral finally opened her mouth.

“From the look of you, I know the money spent on your education was wasted. Are you sure you were not eating last in school? Because I cannot see any sign of a brain in you. Anyway, it is not right for me, with all my sense and dignity, to stand here arguing with a donkey.”

She raised her middle finger at him.

“I guess my middle fingers were made for brainless sons like you. Sir, they are saluting you.”

She spat near him and said, “Time is precious to me.”

Then she turned and began walking away.

Allah helped her because as she crossed, a tricycle arrived. She did not even bargain. She quickly entered because she knew the courage she had shown was only fake; deep inside, she was frightened.

Zayn stood frozen, completely speechless.

“What the hell? What just happened here?”

He followed her with his eyes until she entered the tricycle. He could not move. As far as he knew, since he was born, no one had ever insulted him like that. No one had ever disrespected him that way except that stupid girl who, in his words, looked like a spirit.

His eyes became red with anger. Slowly, he dragged his feet back to his car as if he did not know how to walk. Then he drove away angrily.

Meeral Arrives at Work

On Meeral’s side, when Allah helped her and she arrived safely at her workplace without Mr. Demon following her, she thanked Allah. That was the name she had given him in her mind.

She had been very frightened by the anger she saw in his eyes.

She entered the restaurant and went straight to the changing area. She wore the apron that carried the restaurant’s name. When she came out, she saw her friend Saima arranging tables.

She quickly walked to her.

“Saima, well done. Did you just arrive?”

“What do you mean just arrive? Since you are the one arriving now after sleeping comfortably. Allah helped you that I covered for you before madam and told her you were not feeling well. But you were on your way and did not even answer me,” Saima said, glaring playfully at her.

“Ayya, Saima, wallahi, it was not like that. I met one rude man on the road, and he wasted my time,” Meeral said as she picked up a duster and joined her in the work.

She told Saima the story, and they kept laughing.

“Wallahi, Meeral, you have no fear at all,” Saima said.

Zayn’s Anger

Zayn kept pressing the horn repeatedly at the gate of their house. The gateman quickly ran and opened it.

He entered in anger, almost hitting the gateman. He parked his car in the parking space and opened the first double doors.

A huge sitting room appeared before him. He walked inside without greeting anyone. The maids saw him and began greeting him while moving out of the way. They had already noticed that their young master was in a very bad mood that day. Any small mistake could get someone fired.

He climbed the staircase two steps at a time until he reached his room. He banged the door open and entered.

He removed his clothes and went into his large bathroom. He entered the shower and allowed water to pour over him because he knew he needed it. He needed to cool down his darkened heart.

After he finished showering, he came out and jumped onto his king-sized bed, breathing heavily.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

“Yes, cancel the meeting. I cannot make it. And about Rejoice, I want a replacement.”

He threw the phone onto the bed and began thinking about Meeral.

“That girl, I must know who her father is in Kano. I will surely make her life miserable. She will regret ever being born. She cannot do that to a powerful billionaire like me. Hell no.”

He continued thinking like that until sleep took him.

The Interview Call

That day, around 1:30, Meeral left the restaurant because her head had started aching slightly. She went to Asia’s school and returned home with her.

When they reached home, she bathed and prayed. She did not even eat before lying down because she was exhausted from the work they had done.

The sound of her phone woke her from the sleep that had just started taking her.

“Hello, who is on the line?” she asked.

“Am I speaking with Meeral Yusuf Bukar?” a voice said from the other end.

“Yes, this is she,” Meeral answered impatiently because she wanted to go back to sleep.

“Come to Zayn Zaid Corporation tomorrow around 8 a.m. for an interview.”

The call ended immediately.

Meeral quickly jumped up and ran out, calling Ma’ama’s name loudly.

She could not believe what she had just heard. After all the waiting, searching, and praying, a company had finally called her for an interview.

What she did not know was that the name of that company belonged to the same arrogant man she had insulted on the road.

And what Zayn did not know was that the girl he had planned to punish might be the same person destiny was preparing to bring into his life.

The journey of Meeral had only just begun.