Komai Nisan Dare Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel
Komai Nisan Dare Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel begins with the painful life of A’isha and her mother, Inna, two people rejected by almost everyone in their village. Their days are filled with poverty, hunger, insults, and loneliness, yet Inna keeps teaching A’isha patience, dignity, prayer, and hope.
This English translation has been cleaned for WordPress publishing while preserving the emotional strength of the story, the village hardship, A’isha’s innocence, Inna’s secret burden, and the powerful message behind the title: no matter how long the night is, morning will surely come.
A’isha Searches For Matches
After leaving Ramatu’s side of the compound, A’isha entered the main house and began moving from one section to another, asking to borrow matches.
Everywhere she went, she was chased away with harsh words and insults. But that did not stop her from entering another place and asking again. Her only desire was to find matches for Inna so that the fire would burn properly, the food on the stove would cook, and she would finally eat.
With a weak body and a wounded heart, A’isha returned to their side of the house. When she arrived, she found that the fire had already started burning well. Inna was busy blowing and arranging the firewood.
A’isha sat on the ground and began crying.
Inna looked at her but said nothing. She continued what she was doing.
Through tears, A’isha asked:
“Inna, where did you get the matches?”
Inna answered:
“I do not know. I was calling you, but you went away as if you did not hear me.”
A’isha replied:
“I did not hear you, Inna. I went to Innar Ma’u’s place, but she was not there. I forgot that this morning when I passed by Ma’u on the way to school, she told me she would not go because they were travelling to another neighborhood.”
Inna asked:
“When you did not find her, you went to where I did not send you, right?”
A’isha became silent.
Food After Hunger
She remained sitting there until the sweet potatoes were cooked. Inna poured all of them into a bowl and gave them to A’isha. Then she entered the room and brought out a small piece of groundnut cake so that A’isha could eat with it.
A’isha began eating quickly, pushing the sweet potato into her mouth with hunger.
Inna sat on a low wooden seat, resting her chin on her palm and watching her.
Her mind was full of worry.
She was thinking of what kind of small business she could start, because living like this would not continue helping them. Since Malam died, they had entered the hardship of life. Even food had become difficult for them on many days.
Inna had tried many small businesses so they could protect themselves from shame, but none of them lasted. Whenever she started something and sales began well, it would suddenly collapse. Sometimes she would prepare something for sale, but no one would buy even a small amount until she and A’isha were forced to eat it themselves or share it away.
She no longer knew where to place her hope, except with Allah.
“Inna, here. I am full. You should eat too.”
A’isha’s voice interrupted her thoughts. The girl had placed a small remaining portion of sweet potato before her.
Inna released a breath and looked at the plate.
“Has it really satisfied you?”
A’isha answered:
“Yes, Inna. I am full.”
Inna said:
“Bring a cover and cover it. You can eat it later.”
A’isha, who was heading to fetch drinking water, said:
“Inna, please eat it.”
Inna only shook her head and said nothing.
A’isha Is Sent To Fetch Water
A’isha drank water, praised Allah, then entered the room. She removed her school uniform, changed into home clothes, and came out.
Inna looked at her and said:
“There is water on the fire for you. When it becomes warm, pour it and bathe before going to Qur’an lesson. Go into the room. You will see ten naira on the window. Take it, carry those two buckets, and put them in line at the public tap. I will come and collect them when the water is fetched.”
A’isha pushed her lips forward.
“Inna, I bathed this morning before going to school. Must I bathe again?”
Inna asked:
“Will you do what I told you or not?”
Almost crying, A’isha entered the room, took the money, carried the two buckets, and left.
Inna stood, entered the room, brought out the uniform A’isha had removed, and came out to wash it after covering the remaining sweet potato.
At The Public Tap
The water-fetching place was full of people: children, adults, women, and men.
As soon as A’isha saw the crowd, her face changed. She hated anything that would put her in the middle of many people in the village because she knew she would not leave peacefully.
Most people in the village did not love them, except the few good ones who still showed kindness. That was why she disliked being sent to that public tap.
Because the town had water problems, a water tank had been built near the house of the village head. People living nearby came there to fetch water. Because of this, the place was almost always crowded.
With her head lowered, A’isha went to the man collecting money for water. She greeted him and gave him the money. He accepted it and pointed to the end of the line, telling her to place her buckets there.
She refused to look at anyone. She quietly placed her buckets in line, even though nearly everyone was looking at her.
She moved aside and stood, waiting for her turn.
Only two minutes passed before someone stood in front of her.
Even without being told, she knew who it was.
It was Dan-Juma, the son of the village head. He was a young man known in the village, but he had neither good manners nor kindness. Since A’isha was very young, he had been disturbing her life, claiming that he liked her.
A’isha frowned and turned her face away.
Dan-Juma placed his hands on his waist and said:
“So because I came to you, you are turning your face away from me?”
A’isha looked at him sharply and said:
“What do I have to do with you? Did Inna not tell you to stop disturbing me?”
Dan-Juma laughed.
“No one in this whole village can stop me from talking to you, A’isha. I have seen what I like, and I must get it. I am only waiting for you to grow a little more, then we will celebrate our wedding.”
A’isha pushed her lips forward.
“I do not like you. May Allah protect me from marrying you. Do not ever disturb me again.”
His face changed.
“You should be grateful that I am even willing to marry you. Who do you think you are?”
A’isha answered with boldness:
“I am a human being. I was created by Allah, and one day I will die like everyone else.”
A’isha Is Mocked
Because Dan-Juma was speaking loudly, everyone’s attention turned toward them.
A teenage girl named Hindu came closer, looking at A’isha with hatred.
She insulted A’isha and mocked her background, asking why Dan-Juma would keep following a girl whom people in the village rejected.
A’isha looked at her angrily.
“Hindu, do not call me those names again. I am not what you people say I am.”
Hindu moved as if she wanted to hit her.
“We will say it. What will you do? If you are not what people say, then who is your father in this village?”
A’isha burst into tears.
“Baba Malam is my father.”
Another girl jumped forward and said:
“That is not true. Baba Malam is our Baba Malam, not your father. Go and look for your father somewhere else.”
Before Hindu could add more, Dan-Juma shouted at them:
“Who told you people to bring your dirty mouths into my matter?”
They became silent, glaring at A’isha from the corners of their eyes.
Dan-Juma shouted again and ordered them to disappear from his sight. They left quietly.
A’isha was still crying. She turned and ran home.
Inna Finds Her Crying
Inna was washing A’isha’s uniform when she saw her rushing in as if she had been thrown into the compound, crying painfully.
Inna looked at her once and turned away, continuing her washing.
A’isha entered the room and threw herself on the iron bed, crying even more.
Since she was very small, she had heard people insult her and Inna with terrible words. At first, she did not know what the words meant. Later, she asked one of her teachers at school, and he explained them to her.
She knew that if she asked Inna, Inna would never explain anything about the matter.
After finishing the washing, Inna wore her hijab and went to fetch the water herself.
When she returned, she entered the room to wake A’isha, who was still crying.
Looking at her, Inna said:
“Get up and bathe before time becomes late.”
A’isha said nothing. She stood, wiping the tears from her face, and began removing her clothes.
Inna watched her as if she wanted to say something, but she held herself back.
After A’isha bathed, brushed her mouth with charcoal, performed ablution, prayed, and dressed, she left for Qur’an lesson at the house of a woman who taught them religious studies.
Even there, some children tried to tease her and start trouble as they always did, but the teacher warned them sharply.
After the lesson ended, the teacher did not allow A’isha to leave immediately. She waited until the other children had gone far ahead so they would not provoke her on the road.
Another Morning Of Hunger
The next morning after Fajr prayer, A’isha sat where she had prayed, revising the Qur’an lesson they had been given the day before, as she always did.
Inna remained on her prayer mat, moving her prayer beads in her hand. Outwardly, she was making remembrance, but inside her heart, she was thinking.
She was thinking of what she would give A’isha to eat before school.
That morning, there was nothing in the house. She had no money, not even a small coin, to give A’isha for breakfast.
The previous evening had been the same. She had spent the day worried until Allah made Innar Ma’u send them some food after returning from a journey. That was what she and A’isha ate at night.
When the sky began to brighten, A’isha looked at Inna.
“Inna, I am going to school today.”
Inna released a deep breath.
“I know, A’isha. What happened?”
“I noticed you have not started the fire.”
Inna said:
“I will light it now. Sweep the room before I finish.”
“Okay,” A’isha answered.
Inna removed her hijab and went out of the room.
Help From Innar Ma’u
After A’isha finished sweeping, she came out and found that Inna had already prepared warm water for her bath.
Surprised, she asked:
“Inna, you have already heated the water?”
Inna replied:
“Should I sit and wait for you to finish your delay? You spent almost thirty minutes only sweeping the room.”
A’isha pushed her lips forward.
“Inna, even with all the speed I used, you still say I delayed?”
Inna said:
“If you will not bathe, stay there and continue talking.”
A’isha entered their small bathroom.
Inna sat with both hands under her chin, not knowing what to do. She knew that as soon as A’isha came out of the bathroom, she would ask for food.
She decided to go to Innar Ma’u and borrow twenty naira to buy pap for A’isha before she finished bathing.
Before she could stand, Ma’u entered their section with a greeting.
Inna answered and greeted her.
Ma’u placed a plastic cup and a small tied nylon bag on the ground.
“My mother said I should bring this. She said it is not much.”
Inna looked at the items, then looked at Ma’u.
“Ladidi never gets tired of kindness. Tell her I thank her very much. May Allah reward her with goodness.”
Ma’u smiled.
“Is Indo bathing?”
Inna answered:
“Yes, she is the one.”
Ma’u turned to leave.
“Let me go and prepare too before she finishes and leaves me behind.”
Inna thanked her again and released a breath of relief, praising Allah in her heart.
She had nothing to say about Innar Ma’u’s kindness except to pray that Allah reward her.
When she checked the items, she found tamarind pap in the cup and fried cakes in the nylon bag.
At that moment, A’isha came out of the bathroom.
“Inna, I thought I heard Ma’u’s voice while I was bathing.”
Inna said:
“She came.”
A’isha frowned.
“She has not prepared, right? She will now make me late.”
Inna replied:
“Let her prepare. You are still here talking, and you are not ready yet. Here is pap and fried cake. Her mother sent them to us. When you pass by Ma’u’s house on the way to school, thank her mother.”
A’isha smiled.
“Okay, Inna. Let me wash my mouth and come eat.”
A’isha And Ma’u Go To School
At eight o’clock and some minutes, A’isha and Ma’u left for school.
They wore their white and blue uniforms. The uniforms were clean and neat, even though they were not ironed.
As they walked, A’isha complained to Ma’u for delaying them.
Ma’u said:
“Indo, even if we reach school now, no one will be there. We are always the first to arrive.”
A’isha frowned.
“I told you I do not like this name Indo. My name is A’isha. Stop spoiling my name.”
Ma’u laughed.
“I told you too. When you stop calling me Ma’u and start calling me Asma’u, then I will stop calling you Indo.”
A’isha replied:
“But everyone calls you Ma’u. You are the only one who calls me Indo. It sounds like an old woman’s name.”
Ma’u only laughed.
Dan-Juma Blocks Them Again
When they reached the front of the village head’s house, Dan-Juma stepped out from the passage. He had been waiting for A’isha to pass.
A’isha hissed loudly and held Ma’u’s hand, wanting them to change direction.
But Dan-Juma pulled her hijab.
She turned angrily and tried to pull it free from his hand.
“What is this?” she asked.
Dan-Juma said:
“I have noticed that you keep becoming more disrespectful because I said I like you.”
A’isha answered sharply:
“Then I disrespect you. Leave my hijab. I am not a shameless girl for a man to hold my hijab.”
Dan-Juma looked at her with a wicked smile, then released the hijab.
Ma’u quickly pulled her away, and they continued walking.
A’isha turned and said:
“May Allah judge between us.”
Dan-Juma watched her go, smiling in a way only he understood.
He said to himself:
“Wait for the day I will repay all the disrespect you show me, A’isha. In this entire village, no one can touch me and remain at peace, much less you, a girl with no strong family behind her.”
Then he returned inside, still wearing the same dangerous smile.
Trouble In The Classroom
After they passed the village head’s house, Ma’u looked at A’isha, who was still breathing angrily.
“A’isha, stop answering Dan-Juma like that. I am afraid one day he will hurt you badly. You know his character.”
A’isha hissed.
“Am I his daughter that I will sit and let him beat me? Wallahi, he is too small for that.”
Ma’u said nothing more until they reached school.
As Ma’u had said, no one was there except the security man who opened the school. They were the first to arrive.
They entered their classroom, dropped their bags, and began sweeping, as they did every day.
It was after nine o’clock before other pupils and teachers began arriving.
A’isha and Ma’u were sitting on their desk when a girl named Kandala came and stood before A’isha.
With a troublesome tone, she said:
“Move. I want to pass and sit.”
A’isha looked at Ma’u by the wall, then looked at Kandala.
“Where do you want to pass through, Kandala? There is space here.”
Kandala said:
“You are the one who will move from where you are so I can sit.”
A’isha looked her up and down.
“Well done, Inna.”
Then she turned away and refused to say more because Inna always warned her not to fight even when provoked.
Kandala insulted her again, calling her painful names.
Ma’u quickly spoke:
“Haba, Kandala. What is this?”
Kandala glared at Ma’u and said:
“I did not bring you into this. In fact, they have already finished capturing you and your mother. That is why you never see her fault.”
A’isha stood.
“Do not call me that again, Kandala.”
Kandala raised her voice and repeated the insults.
The other pupils gathered around to watch. Kandala told them to beat the desks and chant insults at A’isha.
The children began hitting desks and water bottles, shouting cruel words in a rhythm.
A’isha sat down and covered her ears with both hands because the noise entered her head painfully.
Hot tears began falling down her cheeks.
Almost every day, when she came to school, the children mocked her like this. Even when she ignored them, they did not leave her alone.
Ma’u hugged her with pity and began comforting her.
Then a teacher entered and shouted at the children. They became silent immediately.
A’isha Is Chosen For Common Entrance
The teacher, Malam Buba, ordered everyone to sit.
Angrily, he asked:
“What kind of noise were you making in this class? You have filled the whole school with shouting.”
Ma’u said:
“Malam, Kandala told them to shout insults at A’isha.”
Malam Buba looked at A’isha, who was crying, and asked where Kandala was.
Kandala stood, twisting her mouth.
He ordered her to come to the front and kneel down with her eyes closed. He punished the other children too, except A’isha and Ma’u.
Then he comforted A’isha and persuaded her to stop crying.
After that, he stood before the board and said:
“The reason I came is to inform you that three hardworking pupils will be selected from this class to write the common entrance examination together with the pupils in Primary Six.”
A’isha’s class was Primary Five.
The pupils became excited, each hoping to be selected.
Malam Buba read the names of the three pupils, and A’isha was among them.
This news wiped away her sadness. She and Ma’u began jumping happily in celebration.
A’isha Returns Home Hungry
After school, A’isha returned home and found that Inna was not around.
She did not even remove her uniform before she began searching for food, but there was nothing.
She sat in the compound, waiting for Inna to return.
When Ma’u came to pick her for Qur’an lesson, Inna had still not returned. A’isha changed clothes and followed Ma’u to the lesson, hunger troubling her stomach.
They returned in the evening, and by then hunger had weakened A’isha badly.
Inna was washing clothes when A’isha entered with a weak greeting.
Inna answered and looked at her.
A’isha pushed her lips forward.
“Inna, where did you go? I came back and did not find you.”
Inna said:
“I went to Sabon Gari.”
Without waiting for more questions, Inna removed her hands from the washing water, entered the room, and brought out salted groundnut cake and bean cake for A’isha.
A’isha collected them happily.
“Inna, hunger almost killed me today.”
Inna replied:
“Since it did not kill you, then thank Allah.”
After A’isha finished eating and drank water, she looked at Inna.
“Inna, I want to ask you something.”
“I am listening.”
A’isha asked:
“Please, Inna, is it true that Baba Malam is not my father? And do we truly have no origin?”
Inna frowned.
“Did I not tell you not to ask me this question again, A’isha?”
In a weak voice, A’isha said:
“Forgive me, Inna. You told me. But do you not have a brother, an elder sister, or a younger sister like Innar Ma’u? They go to Kano to visit her younger brother, and they go to Sanda to visit Inna Larai, her younger sister. But we do not visit anyone.”
Inna became silent.
Inna Promises Hope
A’isha continued softly:
“Please, Inna, let us also go to our relatives so that people will stop saying we have no origin.”
Pity filled Inna’s heart.
She knew the matter was disturbing A’isha, even though she was still young. How could it not disturb her when the people of the village insulted and humiliated her almost every day?
Inna moved closer and sat before A’isha.
In a gentle voice, she said:
“A’isha, in sha Allah, one day we will also go to our relatives like everyone else. Do you hear me?”
A’isha began crying.
“When, Inna? Let us go tomorrow.”
Inna shook her head.
“Where they are is far away, A’isha. I must gather transport money. I also want us to go, but we will go soon, in sha Allah.”
A’isha nodded.
Inna asked:
“Yesterday, when you went to fetch water, what did they do to you that made you return crying?”
A’isha answered:
“They insulted me at the tap. Today too, in school, they shouted the same things at me.”
Inna held her hand gently.
“Be patient, A’isha. I am the reason all this is happening to you, but in sha Allah, everything will pass. All these things being done to us will one day become history.
One day, everything will pass by the will of Allah. No matter how long the night is, morning will surely come, A’isha. Continue being patient.”
A’isha said:
“Okay, my Inna.”
Inna replied:
“Good, my A’isha. Wipe your tears and go wash those plates before prayer time.”
A’isha stood.
“Okay.”
Inna watched her with pity before standing too.
A’isha Falls Sick
That night, Inna could not sleep.
Many thoughts filled her mind.
First, she wondered how their future would be if the village continued treating them with hatred and rejection.
Second, she worried about their poverty. That day, she had gone to the house of a woman she knew in Sabon Gari to help prepare groundnut cake for sale. The woman gave her some groundnut cake and a little money. From that money, she bought the bean cake she gave to A’isha.
The next morning, A’isha woke up with fever and headache.
Inna believed it was because of the crying at school and the hunger she endured the previous day.
By seven in the morning, Inna went out and bought pap and bean cake for her.
She spread a mat in the compound and brought A’isha out to lie on it.
Touching her forehead, Inna said:
“Your body is very hot, A’isha. Get up and drink this pap, even if it is only a little. Later, I will buy medicine for you.”
A’isha shook her head and closed her eyes.
Inna pleaded:
“Try and drink a little. You cannot remain without putting anything in your stomach.”
With difficulty, A’isha sat up and leaned against the wall. Inna added sugar to the pap and said:
“Sorry. May Allah give you relief.”
A’isha only nodded.
Inna fed her the pap. She took one sip and turned her face away. Inna encouraged her to take another sip.
But as soon as she swallowed again, she felt like vomiting. Before she could stand properly, she vomited there.
Inna held her and kept comforting her.
Afterward, Inna washed her face and mouth, then removed the clothes that had been stained. A’isha spoke weakly:
“Inna, take me back to the room and cover me. I am very cold.”
Inna took her inside, laid her down, and covered her. By Allah’s mercy, sleep took her.
A Visitor Comes
Around ten in the morning, A’isha was still asleep in the room, while Inna sat in the compound eating breakfast.
A greeting came from the entrance.
Inna answered and looked at the woman who entered.
Even though she had never seen her before, Inna welcomed her warmly and gave her a place to sit.
After they exchanged greetings, the woman said:
“I know you do not recognize me, right?”
Inna answered:
“Honestly, I do not. I can even say I have never seen your face before.”
The woman smiled.
“That is true. I also had never seen you before today. I came to you with an opportunity, and I hope you will accept it with both hands.”
Inna asked:
“An opportunity? What kind?”
The woman adjusted herself and said:
“First, my name is Hajiya Kareema. I live in Saudi Arabia, where I do my business.”
Inna nodded and continued looking at her, wondering why such a woman had come to her.
Hajiya Kareema continued:
“Two days ago, I came to visit Ramatu, your neighbor. Your daughter A’isha entered their section, and that was where I saw her. The reason I came to you now is because of her.”
Inna asked quickly:
“I hope she did not do anything wrong to you?”
Hajiya Kareema shook her head.
“No. I came to tell you about a way of making money, as I said before. Looking at the poverty and hardship you are living in, I felt I should help you.”
Inna asked carefully:
“What kind of help?”
Hajiya Kareema chewed her gum and looked around the poor compound before speaking.
“You will give me your daughter A’isha. I will take her with me to Saudi Arabia when I return, so she can work and bring money for you there. Within a short time, your life will change. You will say goodbye to poverty. You will have enough money to leave this village, move to the city, build a modern house, and live comfortably.”
Inna’s heart became unsettled.
The woman’s words sounded sweet, but something about them carried danger.
A’isha was still young.
A’isha was sick inside the room.
A’isha was already suffering enough from rejection and humiliation.
And now, a strange woman wanted to take her far away under the name of opportunity.
Inna looked at Hajiya Kareema quietly.
She knew poverty was painful.
But not every door that promises money is a door of mercy.
The Meaning Of Komai Nisan Dare
The title Komai Nisan Dare means that no matter how long the night becomes, morning will surely come.
For A’isha and Inna, life was like a long dark night.
They faced hunger.
They faced insults.
They faced rejection.
They faced loneliness.
They faced poverty.
They faced questions about their origin.
Yet Inna continued to hold onto patience and faith. She believed that one day, the truth would come out. One day, the hardship would pass. One day, the same people who mocked them would remember what they had done.
A’isha did not yet understand everything, but she trusted Inna.
And Inna knew that the past she had hidden could not stay hidden forever.
Conclusion
Komai Nisan Dare Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel opens with the emotional life of A’isha and Inna, two people living under poverty and rejection in a village where many people insult them and question their identity.
A’isha suffers at the water tap, in school, and on the road, but she remains bright, intelligent, and brave. She is selected among the pupils who will write common entrance early, showing that despite her hardship, she carries promise.
Inna struggles silently with poverty and secrets from the past. She promises A’isha that one day they will also go to their relatives and that the insults will stop. But when Hajiya Kareema appears with an offer to take A’isha to Saudi Arabia, the story enters a dangerous new stage.
Will Inna accept the offer because of poverty?
Who are A’isha’s real relatives?
Why does the village reject them so strongly?
And when will the long night of their suffering finally turn into morning?
The journey of Komai Nisan Dare has only begun.