A Garin Mu Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel

A Garin Mu Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel begins in Zamfara State, a land once known for peace, farming, trade, religion, leadership, and community dignity. The story opens by showing two different worlds inside the same society: the wealthy world of Governor Halliru Murtala Gusau and his family, and the struggling world of the servants who work in his house.

In this English translation, the story introduces Sultana, the governor’s educated daughter who wants to work and serve her country, while her mother rejects the idea because of their wealth and status. At the same time, the lives of Me Buruji, Lamishi, and their poor household reveal the painful class difference hidden behind the luxury of powerful people.

Zamfara, A Land Of Blessing

Zamfara State is a land filled with blessings.

It is a state blessed with farming, minerals, livestock, and many forms of wealth. Since its creation, Allah has blessed Zamfara with good people, people known for religion, patience, sincerity, and a strong connection to Islam.

Zamfara is among the states in Nigeria that became widely known for standing strongly in support of Islamic law many years ago.

The people of Zamfara have long been known for loving peace, truthfulness, trust, endurance, bravery, knowledge, trade, crafts, traditional leadership, and many other things that make life meaningful.

In the past, Zamfara was a peaceful place. It was carved out of Sokoto State during the time of General Sani Abacha, on the first of October, 1996. He was the leader who granted it the right to become a state like other states in Nigeria.

In those earlier years, Zamfara had traditional rulers and political leaders who were remembered for justice and order. The land lived in peace, and people of different backgrounds, languages, and religions stayed together without fear, confusion, or constant insecurity.

That was the Zamfara of the past.

Gusau, The Capital City

Gusau is the capital city of Zamfara State.

It is a city filled with different kinds of people, different languages, different communities, and different religions. Like many capital cities, Gusau carries both beauty and burden. It is a place of leadership, politics, wealth, trade, hardship, and hidden stories.

Governor Halliru Murtala Gusau is the serving governor.

He lives with his family in the GRA area, a place known for comfort, status, and power. Governor Halliru loves nothing in the world more than his family. In his mind, everything he does in politics is for them.

His wife is Hajiya Ikilima, popularly called Hajiya Ikee.

Together, they have two children: Sultan, who is twenty-nine years old, and Sultana, who is twenty-five years old.

Both of them studied at the University of Westminster in London. Sultan studied Architectural Technology, while Sultana studied Arabic and Linguistics.

The Governor’s Children

Sultan and Sultana grew up with a level of privilege that was difficult to compare with that of many other children of Nigerian governors.

They had wealth.

They had status.

They had protection.

Whenever their parents allowed them to go out, the kind of security that followed them could make anyone think the governor himself was moving around. Military vehicles, police escorts, and security officers followed them wherever they went.

To the outside world, they were children of power.

They were the kind of children many people would assume had nothing left to desire.

But Allah creates human hearts differently. Despite the wealth around them, Sultan and Sultana were not like their parents in every way.

Their hearts had been shaped by something deeper than money.

Sultana’s Desire To Work

For almost two weeks, Sultana had been begging her mother to allow her to start working.

She wanted her country to benefit from the education Allah had given her. She did not want to remain at home receiving money for doing nothing. Her dream was to become a lecturer and serve people through knowledge.

But each time she brought up the matter, her mother refused to take it seriously.

That day again, Hajiya Ikee remained silent. She continued picking grapes and throwing them into her mouth calmly, as if Sultana’s words were only disturbing the peace of her luxury.

At Hajiya Ikee’s feet, one of their house workers, Me Buruji, was massaging her legs. Me Buruji kept her head lowered because she was afraid of meeting her employer’s eyes.

Sultana looked at her with pity.

“Baaba, go to the kitchen. I want to speak with Hajiya.”

“Yes, may you live long,” Me Buruji answered.

She stood with humility, almost like someone serving inside a royal palace.

Hajiya Ikee Scolds Sultana

As soon as Me Buruji left, Hajiya Ikee turned quickly to Sultana.

“I know what you are doing, Sultana. You think I am making Me Buruji suffer, right? That is why you sent her away. Be careful with me. Do not repeat such a thing.

And this matter of work that you keep disturbing me about, what do you need work for? Your father said you will not work, and I support him completely.

You are not children of poor people. If it is salary you want, you are already given money every month. Even relatives have been placed on salary without doing any work, so what about you?

From today, neither you nor your brother should come to me again with this matter. You have disturbed me enough with this useless talk.”

She stood angrily, ready to leave the large and beautifully decorated parlour.

The parlour was so grand and elegant that describing its beauty in full would only delay the reader.

Sultana Pleads With Her Mother

Sultana quickly rushed forward and hugged her mother from behind. She placed her head gently on Hajiya Ikee’s back and began speaking softly.

“Mum, please forgive me. If it is because of me, I will not talk about work again. I will be patient. I will not bring it up again. Please stop being angry.”

Hajiya Ikee turned, a small smile appearing on her face. She returned to the seat she had stood from and sat down.

Then she said:

“I swear, you children surprise me. Sometimes I wonder if you truly studied abroad. You behave as if you grew up mixing with poor people. Allah has raised you, but every day your desire is to lower yourselves.”

Sultana smiled with bitterness.

She knew that if she answered, her mother’s anger would rise again. So she kept quiet.

But deep inside, her heart was not at peace.

She wanted to work.

She wanted to teach.

She wanted to become useful beyond the walls of luxury.

A Different Kind Of Upbringing

Even among their relatives, people often wondered about Sultan and Sultana’s character. Their behavior was different from that of their parents.

But Sultan and Sultana did not see it as strange.

They knew how their upbringing had taken shape.

They also knew that Allah does whatever He wills, whenever He wills, without seeking permission from anyone. It was by Allah’s will and power that they had become good children with values different from their parents’ attitudes.

When Sultan and Sultana were first sent to school abroad, they had already completed primary school in Abuja. Their school in Nigeria combined Western education with Islamic studies and was very expensive.

Because of that, the children received education in different areas.

They had memorized the Qur’an while still in Nigeria, even though their parents did not pay much attention to that achievement. Their parents were more concerned with their children getting excellent academic results that would lead them to prestigious schools abroad.

And they succeeded.

They were taken to London for their secondary and university education.

Sultan Protects Their Faith

While in London, they did not initially continue Islamic studies the way they should have. But after they entered university and became more mature, Sultan noticed that their Qur’an memorization was becoming weak.

He then found a teacher for them.

The teacher was a white Muslim man, highly knowledgeable in Islamic religion. He taught them their faith carefully.

Their parents did not really concern themselves with that part of their lives. What mattered most to them was that their children became highly educated in Western knowledge, so that their status and dignity would rise among their peers.

Still, Sultan and Sultana held onto something deeper.

They understood that education was not only for pride.

It was also a trust.

And that was why Sultana wanted to use her knowledge to benefit others.

Sultana’s Hidden Sadness

After calming her mother, the conversation in the parlour continued, but Sultana’s heart was no longer happy.

She had truly wanted to become a lecturer.

That was the dream she carried quietly.

She did not want to live only as the daughter of a governor, receiving money, moving with security, and existing inside luxury without contribution.

She wanted to stand before students.

She wanted to teach.

She wanted to share knowledge.

But in her parents’ world, such a desire was seen as lowering herself.

To them, work was for those who needed money.

To Sultana, work was service.

That difference created a silent pain in her heart.

Me Buruji Returns To The Servants’ Quarters

When Me Buruji returned to the servants’ side, she held the hand of her co-wife, Lamishi, and pulled her aside.

There, she told her everything that had happened inside.

Lamishi placed her hand over her mouth in shock.

“Oh, these children of the governor are good children, but they did not get parents who understand them properly. It is almost as if their parents were not the ones who gave birth to them. May Allah guide us. Go and finish your work. If you had left it unfinished, I would not complete it for you. Mine is already enough.”

Me Buruji looked at her.

“Lamishi, just because you cleaned the kitchen, you cannot help me finish mine?”

Lamishi replied sharply:

“I cannot. Go and finish it yourself. When you are done, we will go home. That weak-hearted husband of ours and his children are waiting for us to bring something for them to lick. So finish quickly and let us leave.”

The Leftover Food

Without wasting time, Me Buruji finished her work.

Afterward, they greeted the other house workers and prepared to leave.

They carried nylon bags filled with leftover food from the governor’s house.

In that house, different kinds of food were cooked in large amounts every day. After the family ate, the workers gathered the leftovers and shared them among themselves.

Because of the quantity and variety of the food, it was often enough for the workers to take home. Sometimes, even the food specially prepared for the workers remained untouched because there was already too much food from the main kitchen.

Before Me Buruji and Lamishi could leave, the security men at the gate checked what they were carrying.

Only after the inspection were they allowed to go.

They stopped a tricycle and headed toward their neighborhood in Tudun Faila.

At Tudun Faila

When they reached the front of their house, they found their husband sitting outside with his friends. They were leaning against the wall, wearing old, dirty clothes.

As soon as their husband, Dan Talo, saw them, he smiled widely. He lifted himself from the wall and licked his dry lips.

Lamishi hissed quietly.

“Look at your husband, the man with a dead spirit. See how he is licking his lips like a dry drunkard. They are all pressed against the wall like lizards. May Allah protect us from this kind of hopelessness.”

Me Buruji only answered:

“Ameen.”

They did not greet their husband’s friends.

They entered the house without even looking at them, although the men greeted them and welcomed them.

Dan Talo became angry. He gathered the lower part of his shirt and followed them into the house.

As he entered, he began speaking with anger:

“I am coming to deal with these disrespectful women. If not because I allowed it, you would not even pass the road leading to the governor’s house. You insulted my friends like that? By Allah, there is no…”

His words stopped suddenly.

He had seen a large, shiny piece of chicken that Lamishi placed on a silver plate.

Dan Talo Changes Immediately

The anger on Dan Talo’s face began to melt.

A moment ago, he had entered the house like a man ready to fight.

But the sight of the rich leftover food from the governor’s house softened him instantly.

Lamishi noticed and twisted her mouth.

She knew him very well.

Food could end his anger faster than apology.

Me Buruji quietly placed another nylon bag on the floor. Inside were different foods gathered from the governor’s kitchen.

The smell alone filled the room.

The children inside the house began moving closer, their eyes shining with hunger and excitement.

This was the kind of food they could not cook for themselves.

This was the kind of food they only tasted because their mothers worked in the house of the powerful.

Two Worlds In One City

The difference between the governor’s house and Dan Talo’s house was like the difference between day and night.

In the governor’s house, leftover food was so much that workers carried it home in bags.

In Dan Talo’s house, those leftovers became a blessing, a meal, and a reason for children to smile.

In the governor’s house, Sultana was being stopped from working because her family was too rich.

In the servants’ world, Me Buruji and Lamishi worked hard just to bring food back home.

In the governor’s parlour, the concern was status.

In Tudun Faila, the concern was survival.

That was the hidden face of society.

One town.

Two lives.

One family wasting food.

Another family waiting for leftovers.

The Meaning Of A Garin Mu

The title A Garin Mu means “In Our Town.”

It is not only about a place.

It is about the different lives that exist inside one community.

In the same town, some people live behind guarded gates, surrounded by security and luxury.

In the same town, others return home with leftover food as their only hope for dinner.

In the same town, a governor’s daughter dreams of working but is forbidden because of class pride.

In the same town, poor women work under fear, insult, and pressure because they have no better option.

The story of A Garin Mu begins by showing that every town has more than one truth.

Conclusion

A Garin Mu Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel opens with a powerful contrast between wealth, poverty, privilege, and dignity in Zamfara State.

Governor Halliru Murtala Gusau lives in luxury with his wife, Hajiya Ikee, and their two educated children, Sultan and Sultana. Though they were raised in wealth and studied abroad, Sultan and Sultana carry better values than many people expect. Sultana wants to work as a lecturer and serve society, but her mother refuses, believing that work is beneath the children of the powerful.

Meanwhile, Me Buruji and Lamishi, two co-wives who work in the governor’s house, return home to Tudun Faila with leftover food. Their poor husband, Dan Talo, begins to complain about disrespect, but the sight of food quickly changes his mood.

The story begins with politics, family privilege, class difference, faith, women’s struggle, poverty, and the painful gap between those who have too much and those who survive on what remains.

Will Sultana give up her dream of working?

Will her education become only a decoration for family status?

And what deeper secrets will unfold in this town where power and poverty live side by side?

The journey of A Garin Mu has only begun.