Cinikin Rai Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel
Cinikin Rai Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel is a dramatic Hausa story about loyalty, poverty, courage, hidden pain, business, power, and the difficult life of Zeenobia Nasr Hadejia, also known as Xno and Yar Kunama. This English translation presents the story in a clean WordPress HTML format for Hausa novel readers.
Cinikin Rai Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel English Translation
Many times, people benefit from what comes to them, not from what they expect. Sometimes, what one receives is what one uses to cover a wound. A wound that can drag its owner down into poverty is not a small wound.
“Xnooooooo!”
That was the name the group of stubborn young people like her used to call her.
She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling of the room.
“Oh my Allah, I did not live like Cinderella, and I did not live like a Barbie queen. Yet today, I have ended up in the camp of troublesome people.”
She bit her lips and opened the window of her room.
“Which fool called me? I will deal with someone if I come out. Scatter before I step outside.”
Someone said, “May Allah calm your heart, Yar Kunama.”
She closed her eyes, shut the window, and headed toward the part of the house that led inside.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
“Zenobia! Please open the door!”
She shouted, “Was it not yesterday that your father said he should never see you with me again?”
The person outside hissed and said, “I brought food for you.”
She replied, “Whether it is food or not, what kind of food?”
She moved toward her drawer and picked up her toothpaste and toothbrush.
Life in Al’umma Charity House
The house was a large rented building with many rooms and even upper floors. Zeenobia lived on the third floor.
She came out with a towel tied over her head because Allah had blessed her with thick hair. Slowly, her eyes landed on her friend.
“Xno, I am waiting for you,” her friend said.
Zenobia looked away and continued walking, while her friend entered her room and started arranging things for her.
The lower part of the house was like a marketplace. People from different tribes and different corners of the country of Gista lived there. From the second floor, people began noticing that Yar Kunama was coming down, and they started moving away.
She was like a lioness. She never liked mixing herself carelessly with others.
Two elderly women entered the bathroom, washed it, poured foam powder and disinfectant, then rinsed it properly. When she arrived, some young girls collected her bucket, poured hot water into it, mixed it, and carried it to the bathroom.
She entered the bathroom and looked around.
“Inna, write down everything that is missing in this house before later,” she said.
“It is done, blessed child,” Inna replied as she turned away.
That day was supposed to be her first day at work, but she did not feel ready for the job at all. Still, the favor Mr. Amjad had done for her was enough to make her understand that her life was about to change.
She smiled as she looked at herself.
She had barely managed to finish secondary school. After that, she entered college, and with difficulty, she completed a diploma in Business. Inna had encouraged her to continue so that people would not look down on her.
Even with that, anyone could still understand that English was not her strength. If someone was looking for a person who could disgrace the English language, Zeenobia would surely be the first person to receive the award.
That was why she focused more on being different. Many people outside feared her badly. But inside the house, she was the one who protected people. To her, they were her life. Not even for one day did she wish to be far from them.
She knew their worth. That was why, even if she were to die, she never wished for death to take her while their eyes watched.
Abbas Is Hurt
She began bathing, then heard people shouting. She did not stop until she finished and came out.
She looked at a young man whose face was injured and stained with blood, showing that he had been beaten.
“Which useless person beat you, Abbas?” she asked.
Even though she was far behind, people quickly opened a path for her.
Abbas turned one way, then turned again, showing his confused nature.
“My Abbas, who beat you?” she asked.
“They… they… they…”
She moved closer and held his hand.
“Tell me!”
“They said it was because I took milk and gave it to Hibba. That was why her brothers beat me,” he said, tears falling from his eyes.
His mother could not speak. She only wiped her tears.
Someone said, “Honestly, they did not do well. Everyone knows how much he loves Hibba. He should not have been insulted like this.”
Zenobia held Abbas’s hand and asked, “What do you want me to do to them?”
He answered, “Tell them to stop beating me.”
She held his right hand and took him to his mother’s room, where the woman was crying.
“Ammiy, are you crying? I thought you would stop crying since Allah gave him life and health. He is a great engineer. Big companies are looking for him, but when they see him like this, they think he cannot work. But you must know that you are the one breaking his confidence. From today, my Abbas will not be beaten by any fool again.”
She left the room.
His mother looked at him weakly and said, “Your father caused this life for you. If he had not forced himself into that life, no one would have hurt you.”
Zenobia stopped suddenly.
“What do you mean, Ammiy?”
“Nothing, Zenobia.”
Zenobia closed her eyes and walked away. She felt uneasy, but today the feeling was heavier than usual.
Zenobia Prepares for Work
When she entered her room, she closed the door and removed the towel.
Her friend said, “You have no manners at all. You cannot rest until you bring poverty into people’s minds.”
Zenobia only smiled and continued dressing. She did not care about Hafsah Ameen, who was inside the room.
She touched the scar near her shoulder and asked, “Hafsy, on the day you people found me, was I already carrying this scar?”
Hafsy replied, “Yes, we found you with that mark.”
“Hmm.”
She dressed neatly in a dark green American-style skirt and blouse. Then she picked up several chains and wore them around her neck. Her hands looked as if a competition for displaying rings was taking place. After that, she picked up a very high pair of shoes and wore them.
Hafsy looked at her and said, “Xno, are you going to the office dressed like this?”
Zenobia looked at herself in the mirror and replied, “I prefer to think I am coming from Troy.”
No one could beat her in sharp speech, no matter whose child the person was.
On the other hand, Xno did not care much about beauty routines. It was not her fault; the life of being different pleased her more than painting her face. She applied only light powder and lip gloss.
Slowly, she looked at herself.
Hafsy began, “I respect the man who will…”
Zenobia turned and threw her a sharp look.
“I will insult you,” she said before Hafsy could finish.
“May Allah calm the heart of Yar Kunama,” Hafsy replied.
Zenobia smiled, then headed out. Hafsy followed behind her.
“Please, do not start any fight today. For the past two days, I have not had money to pay bail.”
Zenobia turned to her and said, “Give me my bag.”
Hafsy handed her the bag and said, “May Allah grant you success on your first day in the office.”
Zenobia gave a half-smile and said, “I do not have your time.”
Yar Kunama Leaves the House
She went down the stairs slowly. She wore grey palazzo pants with a grey shirt and a black inner top. The chains around her neck added to her unusual beauty. She tied her natural hair backward with a ribbon and wore a black turban that suited her very well.
As she came down, people greeted her.
“Good morning, Aunty.”
“Good morning, schoolchildren.”
“Good morning, Yar Kunama.”
“Good morning, Mr. Umar.”
When she reached the ground floor, she turned and looked at everyone in the house.
“Is there anything new today?”
Immediately, everyone moved toward her, eager to know what new thing she wanted to hear.
“Nothing, Zenobia,” they answered.
She closed her eyes and asked, “Where is Abbas?”
“He is in his room.”
She smiled and said, “Mami, take care of him.”
Then she told everyone, “You said there is nothing?”
“Nothing, child.”
“Alright then. Pray for me. Today, I am starting work.”
She headed toward her vehicle. Some young men were standing beside it. It was a rough open vehicle without a proper covering, like a small caterpillar truck. She entered, while some of the young men climbed into the back.
One of them sat beside the driver.
“Take me to Hibba’s house,” she said.
“Done.”
The driver took her to a house not far from theirs.
Zenobia Defends Abbas
The driver said, “But my queen, there is favoritism in this. You know Abbas is not fully well.”
She turned and looked at him.
“So what?”
He became silent.
She continued, “I thought you were someone who pitied him. His father built this house for rent so that it would support his only son’s life. In the end, he died without anyone knowing the cause. He also attached the name of the community to the house documents. Do you know the struggle we went through before this house became his property? And you live in the house. How much do you pay every month?”
She glared at him as if she would slap him.
They arrived at Hibba’s house.
She placed her bag, which had been on her lap, aside. Then she went to the back of the vehicle. One of the young men came down and asked, “My queen, what should I give you?”
“A whip,” she replied.
He handed her a whip, but she did not collect it immediately. She turned toward the young men outside Hibba’s house.
They stood and said, “If you came because of that slow boy, then turn back quickly.”
She nodded and asked, “Which useless person beat him?”
“We all beat him.”
“You made a mistake by beating him. Give me the whip, Dondurus.”
The man truly suited his name because he was huge and heavily built. He handed her the whip. She removed the top layer of her outfit and gave it to him.
“My queen, this work is ours,” one of the young men said.
“Black, let me deal with them.”
The name suited him because he was very dark-skinned.
One of the boys laughed and said, “Can she really do anything to us? We beat him. Let her do whatever she wants.”
The driver warned, “My queen, leave them. You do not know their stubbornness.”
She turned and gave him a harsh look.
“Anything I cannot defeat in front of me, I do not fear. It only means I have not placed it in my mind yet. Paul!” she called his real name.
She held the whip, turning it in her hand. Anyone who saw her would know that her anger had reached its peak.
Paul moved forward quickly. She entered the middle of the boys.
One of them said, “You street girl, leave this place, or we will beat you.”
She replied, “I agree. If any of you succeeds in even scratching my body, I will allow you to do whatever you want. But if you fail, I will whip your backsides.”
She said this while looking at them. They knew she could do it, but it was a shame to them that people were saying their sister loved someone like Abbas.
One of them began, “Look, Zeeno, you know…”
She struck his thigh with the whip, and he jumped.
“You should have listened to us first so we could explain,” he said.
She said nothing and continued whipping him. When the others saw how she was dealing with him, they panicked.
“Zenobia, please leave us. Go inside and meet our father. He was the one who sent us.”
She threw the whip aside and entered the house.
Zenobia Meets Hibba’s Father
An elderly man was seated inside, along with three strong-looking men.
“Sir, good morning,” she said.
He raised his head and looked at her before saying, “Are you Zeenobia?”
“Yes, sir. I am Zeeno, Xno, Yar Kunama.”
“What brought you here?”
In a calm voice, she said, “I did not come here with any bad intention. I only came to tell you that your daughter loves Abbas, and Abbas loves her too.”
She continued, “Sir, I have loved Abbas from the first day I saw him, but unfortunately, Abbas does not love me. You know what it means to love someone who loves another person. It is the height of suffering. But he loves Hibba with all his heart.”
She added, “Even his mother does not know he loves Hibba, but he told me. Sir, despite his condition, by Allah, he will give your daughter every happiness in life. All the rent money paid in Al’umma Charity House belongs to him. At least ten million is paid every year. If it is a luxurious life you want, he can buy her expensive things. But there is only one thing I want to tell you: if you say you will not give her to him, that is your decision. But do not ever make the mistake of beating him again.”
The man asked, “And if he is beaten, what will you do?”
In anger, she picked up a glass jug and struck one of the men in the face with it. He felt as if he had hit a wall.
She pointed at him and said, “I am not talking to you. This is a family issue.”
Then she turned to the elder.
“Today is my lucky day. I am going to work. Sir, I will give you one piece of advice: give him your daughter, or prepare yourself for trouble.”
She stood and left the sitting room.
After she left, one of the men asked, “Baba, why did you let her go?”
The elder replied, “Do you know how a person feels when what he loves leaves him? That is exactly how she feels. And there is something I saw in her eyes. She can do anything for that boy. Her heart has made that promise. Call Hibba for me.”
Zenobia Arrives at S Digital Art
When she came out, Black handed her top back to her. She wore it and sat in the vehicle. She picked up her glasses and wore them, pouting slightly.
As they reached a traffic jam, they were stopped because members of the Keivroto parliament were passing in a convoy. After they passed, traffic was released.
“My queen, there is Mr. Amjad’s car,” the driver said.
She looked at the car, twisted her mouth, and said, “That is their business.”
They headed toward Queen Elizabeth Road and went directly to a huge company. The entrance was busy like a marketplace.
They slowly entered the company compound and parked in the parking area. She came down. Black handed her Charles & Keith bag, and she placed it gently on her shoulder.
As she walked, people followed her with their eyes.
On the company building, the name S Digital Art was written. When she reached the entrance, the door was opened for her. She slowly entered the building, her eyes widening as she looked around.
“Miss Zeenobia Nasr Hadejia?”
She nodded and smiled.
“Come with me.”
She nodded and followed the woman, who was wearing a fitted skirt that reached her knees.
They entered the elevator. The woman smiled at her and pressed number nine. The elevator moved. When it stopped and opened, two young female staff entered.
“Good morning, Miss Mary.”
“Morning, Helima. Morning, Faither.”
One of them asked, “Miss Mary, is this a new employee?”
“Yes.”
Because there was no joking expression on Miss Mary’s face, they did not say what was in their minds. But they were eager to gossip about her because Zeenobia’s beauty, shape, and presence were something they could not ignore. In fact, they had never met a woman like her.
When they reached their floor, they got out.
“See you later, Miss Mary,” they said.
After leaving, the two girls touched each other.
Helima said, “She looks familiar.”
Faither opened her eyes wide and said, “Really?”
“Yes. I know her, but I have forgotten where I know her face from.”
Inside the Office
They reached the ninth floor. The elevator opened slowly, and they came out. They turned to the right and walked with Miss Mary.
When they reached a door, Miss Mary brought out her card and placed it on the security door. The door opened.
“Wow,” Zenobia whispered from deep in her throat.
It was a very beautiful and impressive office.
“Good morning, sir,” Miss Mary said.
The man raised his head and replied, “Morning, Miss Mary. Zeeno, welcome.”
He said this while feeling deeply satisfied by the presence of the girl standing before him.
“Morning, sir,” Zeeno said.
He smiled and said, “Miss Mary, you may go and send Mr. Salim to me.”
“Okay, sir.”
The man stood and said, “Zeeno, sit. Coffee, caffeine, or tea?”
“Coffee without sugar,” she replied while looking at him.
“Wow. You do not like getting fat?” he asked.
She smiled and looked around the office.
He said, “We are happy to welcome you to this blessed company, which we opened less than six weeks ago. However, it is still exactly the way we opened it.”
He handed her the coffee.
She looked at him as if asking what he meant.
He explained, “Since we opened, we have been in need of sponsors, advertisements, and investors.”
The door opened, and a handsome young man entered. He was tall and well-built.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Good morning, Salim. This is Zeenobia Nasr Hadejia, also known as Zeeno, Xno, and Yar Kunama.”
She smiled and crossed one leg over the other.
“Exactly.”
“Nice to meet you,” Salim said, stretching out his hand.
She also stretched out her hand, and they shook hands briefly before releasing each other.
“Sit, Salim.”
The managing director released a breath and said to her, “Mr. Amjad told me about you. That is why we believe it is proper to give you a position where you will interact with our visitors and help bring people to us through our business.”
She swallowed and said, “But he told me that you would give me work in the security service department because that is what suits me.”
“Come on, Xno. We will not employ you as a security worker. We want our company to achieve success. We do not want anything bad to happen to us. I hope you understand what I mean.”
She understood what he said in English, but she hated English. How could she live with something she did not know well?
Without hiding anything, she said, “It is not bad if you give me the head of security service position. I will not even allow a rat to enter this company. But what you are telling me about speaking English, you got the wrong idea because I hate English.”
She said this and picked up her bag.
“Zeeno, you can do it. Sit.”
“Are you a cow or what? I said I do not know English. I said no English. Why must I sit with you by force? Move aside.”
They Touch Her Weak Point
The man said, “If you do not accept, I will call Mr. Amjad and tell him. We will change this opportunity for you. Do you not want the lives of the people in Al’umma Charity House to change? We will give you land, build a school and hospital that will take care of you, and we will employ Abbas in the software department.”
Anyone who had lived with Zeenobia Nasr Hadejia knew that Al’umma Charity House and Abbas were her weak points. That was why they touched the exact place they were sure would affect her.
He continued, “We will change your life. Accept our work.”
About Cinikin Rai Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel
Cinikin Rai Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel introduces Zeenobia Nasr Hadejia, a fearless young woman whose loyalty to Al’umma Charity House and Abbas makes her both powerful and vulnerable. She protects the people she loves, but her first day at S Digital Art places her in a new world of money, business, image, and hidden motives.
This part of Cinikin Rai Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel blends loyalty, poverty, friendship, emotional sacrifice, business ambition, and a dangerous opportunity that may change Zeenobia’s life forever.