Kaunarmu Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel
Kaunarmu Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel begins with the emotional story of twin sisters, Ayshat Hameeda and Khadija Mufeeda. Born only five minutes apart, their lives become divided by love, jealousy, illness, family attention, and the fear of what the future may bring.
This English translation follows Hameeda’s hidden pain, Mufeeda’s fragile health, and the deep emotional struggle between love and jealousy inside one family.
Kaunarmu Book 1
She adjusted her sitting position on the chair facing Dr. Fatima Omar Yonas. Then she adjusted the glasses on her face and opened her mouth, even though speaking about her twin sister always felt heavy.
It was not easy for her to talk about it. Each time she mentioned her sister, shame, pain, and anger rose inside her. No matter how much she tried to ignore the matter and bury it deep in her heart, it always returned fresh.
Her biggest fear was the future.
What else would her sister take from her?
What else would life allow her sister to separate her from?
That was the root of her worry and fear. She did not know what she herself could become in the future because of everything that had already happened.
As usual, whenever she came to Dr. Fatima Yonas, she began with the same words.
Hameeda Begins Her Story
“My name is Ayshat Hameeda Nuhu Mande. The name of my twin sister is Khadija Mufeeda Nuhu Mande.
Our mother gave birth to us twenty years ago. There were only five minutes between our births. I was the first to come into the world before her.
I was supposed to receive most of the first love and affection from our parents and relatives before her because I was the first one to brighten their eyes after they had waited for many years for the day they would finally hold their own children. They had waited so long that age had already begun catching up with them before they had us.
When I came into the world, my parents were extremely happy. But the love and affection I received from them lasted for only five minutes.
Only five minutes.
Because when my sister came into the world, everything changed for me until this very day.
She became the coolness of their eyes.
She became the joy of their home.
But Allah, who has power over everything, did not send her into the world without a test. She was born with weak heart disease, known medically as cardiomyopathy.
That illness reduced the sharpness of love between me and our parents, our relatives, the doctors, and almost the whole world.
Because of her weak heart, no one wanted her to be upset. No one scolded her. No one saw her faults. Everyone loved her. Everyone protected her. Everyone treated her gently, until the attention became too much from every side.
Most especially, our father’s mother directly declared that my sister should be given her name because she wanted Mufeeda to inherit her.
Without wasting time, my sister was named after our grandmother and our mother: Khadija Mufeeda. I was named after our mother’s mother: Ayshat Hameeda.
She took our parents’ love.
She took the love of our grandparents and relatives.
She took the name of the mother whose life also changed because of her. Since after my sister was born, our mother never regained full health. When we were one year old, our mother died and left us with deep loneliness and the pain of being motherless.
Mufeeda underwent heart surgery, and by Allah’s mercy, the operation was successful. But the doctors confirmed that there was a possibility she would need another surgery in the future. They were not fully sure she would survive if that operation became necessary.
That was what planted another strong love for her inside everyone’s heart.
We grew up under the care of our father and grandmother. Later, because of old age, our grandmother moved to the house of her eldest daughter, our father’s elder sister, who lived in Lagos. Our father then brought us to live in this country.
The love our father has for Mufeeda is different. It cannot be compared with anything.
Our father’s elder sister, whom we call Ummy, and Hajja also love her deeply. In fact, Ummy does not even love her two sons, the only children Allah gave her, the way she loves Mufeeda.
Mufeeda was blessed by Allah in a way I cannot say I was blessed.
In every area, Allah gave her almost everything people desire.
Wealth.
Comfort.
Attention.
Beauty.
A beautiful body.
Popularity.
Dignity.
Education.
And exposure to modern life.
But there was only one thing Allah did not give her fully: health.
Her health has always been limited. No matter how much she wants to enjoy life, her health always stops her at some point. She is someone who loves enjoyment, fun, social life, and modern friends.
Since primary school, everyone wanted to be Mufeeda’s friend.
Everyone loved Mufeeda.
Even now that we are young women, life is still the same.
As for me, I became almost like an old woman or a mother because of the jealousy and protectiveness I felt toward my sister since childhood.
Now my heart is filled with both jealousy and love for my sister. But what I do not know is this: between my love for her and my jealousy of her, which one is stronger inside my heart?
Which one will defeat the other?
I am now beginning to fear the way she has already separated me from almost everything in life.
What else will she separate me from in the future?
Will I be able to endure until love for her defeats jealousy and pain?
Or will jealousy defeat the love I have for her?”
Dr. Fatima Stops The Session
Dr. Fatima released a long breath and gently stopped her by handing her medicine and a glass cup of water.
“It is time for a break, Hameeda,” she said softly. “Go and rest. We will continue next time. Do not forget, anytime you feel your heart becoming hot because of this matter, you can come and see me.
I am always here for you, and I am always ready to listen to you. Okay?”
Hameeda nodded and released a deep sigh. She took the medicine and slowly drank the water before placing the glass cup down.
Looking at Dr. Fatima, she said gently:
“Thank you, Miss Yonas.”
Dr. Fatima smiled and touched her hand.
“When I return home, I will come and check on you. Do not allow Shaytan to enter between you and the love you have for your sister. You are supposed to love her and pity her more than anyone in this world because you are her twin.”
Hameeda nodded again. She stood up and said:
“Thank you.”
Then she picked up her handbag and phone from the table, stood properly, walked to the door, and left.
Dr. Fatima’s Concern
Dr. Fatima released another breath because she pitied Hameeda deeply.
Jealousy toward her sister had taken hold of her heart so badly that at times, she felt intense hatred toward Mufeeda. Dr. Fatima had noticed this and began helping Hameeda by allowing her to pour out her heart regularly.
This method helped Hameeda more than a little. Whenever she spoke about her pain, she felt lighter. After taking her medicine and returning home, sleep usually took over her body. When she woke up, her heart often felt calmer.
Dr. Fatima Omar Yonas was their neighbor. She was also a consultant in psychology and human behavior. She belonged to the kind of doctors who listened carefully to a person’s words, expressions, and answers until they understood the real problem affecting the person.
She was originally from Ethiopia. She had no husband because he had passed away long ago, leaving her with only two children: a boy and a girl named Ameed and Meena.
Ameed And Fifi
Ameed was a young man and a doctor. He had not been a doctor for very long, not even up to a full year.
He was stylish, handsome, comfortable, wealthy, and well cared for. He also loved enjoyment, comfort, and modern life.
That was why, in the whole world, there was no one he loved like Mufeeda, whom her friends and almost everyone else called Fifi Mande.
Ameed loved Fifi deeply. But Fifi saw him only as a friend and a brother. This was because Dr. Fatima had become almost like a mother to them. Even Fifi herself saw Dr. Fatima as a mother because of the love and care she showed her.
Fifi was very free with Dr. Fatima and often behaved childishly around her, especially whenever her illness became serious. When Fifi’s condition worsened, everyone became worried, even their people back in Nigeria. At such times, Dr. Fatima would stand firmly by her in the hospital like a real mother.
Meena also had no friend closer to her than Fifi. Because of that, they were almost always together, especially when going out to entertainment places and relaxing spots.
Hameeda, however, did not join them.
Fifi’s Love For Hameeda
In the whole world, after her father, there was no one Fifi loved more than her sister Hameeda.
She saw Hameeda as both a mother and a sister.
The love Fifi had for Hameeda was the kind only Allah could remove from her heart. This was especially because she knew that, because of her illness, she might not live a long life.
Fifi enjoyed life and loved having fun because she believed she might not stay long in this world. That was why she did not keep grudges. She did not allow worries to remain in her heart. Everyone was hers, because one day she might no longer be there.
She loved life greatly.
Sometimes, whenever she sat and thought about the future, she would say that if Allah allowed her to live long enough to get married, nothing would stop her from marrying a man like Ameed.
According to her, any man who was not modern, who did not understand a western-style lifestyle, who did not go to the gym, and who did not have muscles and abs, would not be suitable for her.
To her, her husband must be like her: young, exposed, fun-loving, and able to understand the life she wanted. She wanted someone not more than three or four years older than her. If he had to be older, then the age difference should not pass five years.
In her mind, only a young man close to her age would understand how to enjoy life with her and allow them to live freely before death separated them.
Fifi Wakes Late
Slowly, Fifi opened her eyes after sleeping deeply. Then she sat up quickly.
“Oh no, I am very late. I have practical by 10:00, and it is already 9:40.”
She quickly came down from the bed, adjusting the sleeping cap that had shifted while she slept. She hurried toward the toilet, reciting the prayer for entering the toilet as she went in.
She muttered:
“Hameeda will kill me with scolding because of how late I am.”
She bathed quickly and came out. She dressed in a maroon Turkish gown that came with a cap and a scarf that could be rolled. She rolled it properly, sprayed her Possess perfume, picked up her maroon Chanel handbag, wore her Clark loafers, and rushed out.
As she came out, she called Nura, their house help, asking her to bring a bottle of guava shake.
When Nura brought it, Fifi collected it quickly, opened it, and was about to drink when someone held the bottle.
She turned quickly and saw Hameeda.
Immediately, she frowned and said:
“Hameeda, please leave me. Wallahi, I am already very late.”
The Bond Between The Twins
Hameeda stood before her twin sister, holding the bottle and looking at her with the same expression she always wore whenever Fifi was careless with her health.
Fifi knew that look very well.
It was not ordinary anger.
It was worry covered with strictness.
Hameeda might feel jealousy toward Fifi, but she also cared for her deeply. That was what made her heart more complicated. She loved her sister, but she also felt wounded by her sister’s place in everyone’s heart.
Fifi, on the other hand, loved Hameeda without calculation. She did not know the full weight of the jealousy Hameeda carried inside. To Fifi, Hameeda was her safe place, her sister, her protector, and the person she could depend on more than anyone else.
But inside Hameeda’s heart, love and pain were fighting quietly.
And no one knew which one would win.
A Family Divided By Love
The story of Hameeda and Mufeeda was not a simple story of twins. They were born from the same womb, only five minutes apart, yet life gave them different positions.
Hameeda came first, but Mufeeda received the bigger attention.
Hameeda was healthy, but Mufeeda was fragile.
Hameeda was expected to understand, but Mufeeda was protected from pain.
Hameeda was told to be patient, while Mufeeda was treated as someone who must never be upset.
That difference shaped Hameeda’s heart from childhood.
She did not hate her sister completely. In fact, she loved her. But the love came with jealousy, bitterness, and fear.
Fear of being forgotten.
Fear of being second forever.
Fear that one day, Mufeeda would unknowingly take the one thing Hameeda would not be able to bear losing.
Conclusion
Kaunarmu Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel opens with a deep emotional conflict between twin sisters whose lives were shaped by illness, family attention, and unbalanced affection.
Hameeda is trapped between love and jealousy. Mufeeda, also known as Fifi, is fragile, beautiful, loved, and full of life despite her heart condition. Their father and relatives adore Fifi because of her illness, while Hameeda silently suffers from feeling unseen.
Dr. Fatima tries to guide Hameeda before jealousy becomes stronger than sisterly love. But the real question remains:
Will Hameeda’s love for her twin sister defeat the jealousy in her heart?
Or will jealousy one day destroy the bond between them?
The story of Kaunarmu begins with love, pain, sisterhood, fear, and the silent wounds that can grow inside a heart when affection is not shared equally.