Jennifer Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel
Jennifer Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel begins with the story of Jennifer, a young Christian girl living and working in a wealthy Muslim household. Her life is filled with quiet pain, hidden questions, harsh treatment from Haisam, kindness from Khaleel, and a strange mystery surrounding her true identity.
In this English translation, Jennifer’s heart begins to struggle between duty, fear, admiration, and confusion as she tries to understand why she looks different from her family and why destiny has brought her into a house full of secrets.
Jennifer Book 1
The sound of the telephone ringing made her quickly drop the onions she was cutting. She hurried toward the telephone inside the kitchen, her hand trembling as she picked it up.
His husky voice came through calmly.
“Coffee.”
Then he dropped the call.
She released a deep breath and smiled softly.
“Khaleel,” she whispered to herself.
She shook her head and thought, “I like your style.”
There was something about him that fascinated her deeply. She admired his manners, his calmness, and the way he carried himself.
Quickly, she prepared the coffee and carried it toward their side of the house. From a distance, she saw Haisam lifting his training iron. She hissed quietly, looked away, and continued walking.
When she reached Khaleel’s room, she knocked, but there was no answer. She opened the door gently and stepped inside.
The scent of air freshener reached her nose immediately. She looked around the room. It was so neat and well arranged that one might not even believe it belonged to a man.
She placed the coffee on the center table near her and was about to turn back when she heard movement from the bathroom.
Quickly, she turned.
Their eyes met.
Jennifer Sees Khaleel
Khaleel had just come out of the bathroom. He had a white towel tied around his waist, and water was still on his body, showing that he had just finished bathing.
He was a very handsome young man with fair skin, comfort, and calm dignity written all over him. He had a neat beard and moustache, the kind that added maturity and beauty to his face. His eyes were clear and bright, and his long nose made his face even more attractive.
Jennifer quickly looked away in embarrassment and turned to leave the room.
But in her nervousness, she hit her knee against the center table where she had placed the coffee.
“Ouch!” she cried softly, bending down and holding her knee.
Khaleel lifted his bright eyes and looked at her briefly, then looked away.
Jennifer quickly left the room, still feeling shy and unsettled.
That was Khaleel’s way. He was calm and distant, but compared to Haisam, he was far better. Haisam was harsh like pepper.
Jennifer returned to the kitchen, feeling happy that she had seen Khaleel because they had not met at all that day. She quickly prepared dinner, then went to her room, bathed, and dressed.
She wore a short ash-colored dress that reached below her knees, tied her hair with a ribbon, took a small purse, and came out of her room.
Jennifer Visits Her Mother
Jennifer went to Momy’s side of the house. Momy was sitting on a chair, wearing glasses and working on a computer.
Jennifer greeted her, though not perfectly.
“Umma, I am going. I will be back.”
Momy raised her head and smiled.
“Jennifer, have you finished?”
“Yes, Umma, I have finished.”
“Okay. When you get there, greet your mother for me.”
“She will hear, Umma.”
Jennifer stood and left the room.
She hurried out of the compound, heading toward the gate. But she suddenly stopped when she saw Haisam sitting on a chair, wearing only shorts and drinking Swan water.
Fear entered her heart.
She moved toward him slowly, praying that Allah would let her pass peacefully.
Her body trembled as she reached him.
He did not give her even a kind look.
He took a sip of water and spat it out angrily. Some of it touched her foot.
“Good evening, Ya Haisam,” she said with a shaking voice.
He did not answer her.
She had not expected an answer anyway. She had become used to his silence and hatred.
Quickly, she opened the gate and left the house.
That was only a small part of the hatred Haisam showed her simply because they did not share the same religion. She suffered greatly from his harsh treatment and insults, but she had no choice. She remained in that house because of her mother.
Still, the pain Haisam gave her was enough to make her leave the house completely if she had the power to do so.
Khaleel Gives Jennifer A Ride
Jennifer walked quietly along the road.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of a car horn, and her heart jumped. She thought Haisam had come again to trouble her on the road.
The car passed her slightly, then stopped.
She moved closer and saw Khaleel. He signaled with his eyes for her to enter.
“Khaleel,” she whispered inside her heart.
She opened the car door and entered.
He drove on while the Qur’an recitation playing in the car continued calmly. Jennifer found herself in a strange emotional state. Fear, nervousness, and a racing heart filled her, yet another side of her heart enjoyed the beautiful sound of the recitation, even though she did not understand what was being said.
Sweat covered her body. She leaned slightly against the car seat and whispered:
“Oh my God.”
She closed her eyes and listened quietly to the recitation.
Khaleel drove peacefully until they reached the front of the house where her mother sold food. He stopped the car.
Her mother quickly came toward them.
Khaleel turned off the engine and smiled.
“Oga Khaleel,” her mother said.
“Maman David,” he replied.
“How is home? How is Hajiya?”
“They are all fine.”
“Thank you very much for the care. May Allah reward you,” Maman David said in her broken Hausa.
She opened the car door for Jennifer, and Jennifer came out.
“Thank you, Ya Khaleel.”
He nodded and drove away.
Jennifer With Her Family
Jennifer’s mother hugged her while her attention still followed Khaleel’s car until it disappeared from sight.
Jennifer sighed.
“Mom,” she said in a pampered tone.
Her mother widened her eyes slightly.
“Are you okay, Jennifer?”
“Mom, I missed you.”
Her mother pulled her close.
“I missed you too, my daughter.”
She kissed her forehead.
“God bless you, my daughter. Go inside. Your brothers have been waiting for you.”
Jennifer quickly went inside.
“Oyoyo, Jennifer!”
A thick-lipped boy with a broad nose and large mouth said happily, smiling at her.
“Oyoyo, my bro Johnson,” Jennifer replied, hugging him.
Then she asked:
“Where are Adebola and Joseph?”
Johnson laughed.
“They went to church to pray that God will bring us a son-in-law quickly.”
Jennifer hit him playfully.
“I will tell Papa.”
She walked toward her father’s room, stepping lightly.
When she reached him, she fell gently against him.
“Papa, see what Johnson said.”
Her father laughed.
“What did he do?”
“He said Adebola and Joseph went to church to pray for a son-in-law for me.”
Her father smiled.
“Sorry, daughter. I will punish him for touching my princess.”
“Good, my daddy,” Jennifer said happily.
Her mother entered the room at that moment.
“What pampering is this again?” she asked.
Jennifer placed her head on her mother’s lap and began telling her the story.
Her mother laughed and prayed:
“Ameen. May Allah bring him. That is the prayer I always make for you: whoever you will love and marry should be from our people and share our religion. That way, you will find more peace and comfort. Do not pay attention to someone who has no connection with us in religion or tribe.”
David entered the room and completed the statement, making Jennifer and her father burst into laughter because they had heard that advice many times.
The Question About Jennifer’s Identity
Later, Jennifer came out with her mother and David. Her mother held her hand and prayed for her.
“May God bless you, Jennifer.”
“Where is Johnson?” Jennifer asked.
“He has gone to his barbing salon.”
Jennifer came out and met many people gathered at her mother’s food-selling spot.
She saw Sadiq and his friend Hamza, who were old customers. She smiled slightly.
“Good evening.”
Hamza quickly answered:
“Well done, Jennifer. It has been two days. You have been hiding.”
Jennifer did not answer because she did not like too much talk.
Hamza raised his head and said:
“Maman David, I want to ask you something. Is Jennifer truly your daughter?”
Maman David’s mood changed immediately.
“Why are you asking me that?”
Hamza said:
“You do not look like her at all. In fact, Jennifer looks more like Hausa Fulani.”
“Hamza!” Maman David stopped him sharply. “Jennifer is my daughter. I gave birth to her. Are you trying to put strange thoughts into my daughter’s mind?”
“Sorry, Maman David,” Hamza said.
He stood, dropped his money, and left.
Maman David pulled Jennifer close.
“Sorry, daughter. You are my daughter. I gave birth to you. Do not let this disturb your mind. There is nothing Allah cannot do, including making a child look different from the parents.”
Jennifer smiled.
This was not new to her. Since childhood, her friends and people around them had said the same thing many times.
“Do not worry, Mama. I know Allah has power over everything.”
Her mother kissed her forehead and prayed for her the way she always did.
Jennifer later left as Maghrib prayer was being called. As she passed by the mosque, she closed her eyes, enjoying the sound of the call to prayer. She watched people performing ablution and felt a strange admiration in her heart.
Then she continued walking.
As she approached the G.R.A area, her heart began beating faster.
What kind of insult would Haisam throw at her today?
Back To The House
Jennifer entered the neighborhood slowly, her heart beating heavily. She reached the house and knocked. Garba, the gateman, opened for her.
She entered, looking toward Khaleel’s side of the house. She sighed with relief.
“Today, I escaped Ya Haisam’s insults,” she thought.
She went straight to her room and fell onto the bed, breathing deeply.
Many thoughts filled her mind. Suddenly, she stood up and switched on the light. The room became bright.
She walked to the mirror and stared at herself.
Why did she not look like her family?
She untied the ribbon holding her hair, and the hair fell down her back. She looked at herself carefully.
She was fair, tall, and slim, with a heart-shaped face, bright eyes, and a small mouth. Truly, her appearance was like that of a Fulani or Arab girl.
She looked nothing like David, her mother, her father, or the others. Not even her hands, feet, or fingers looked like theirs.
“The power of Allah,” she whispered.
She shook her head. She disliked that kind of thought because it always threw her heart into confusion and anxiety.
Jennifer Visits Hajja
Feeling unsettled, Jennifer left her room and went to Hajja’s side of the house. Hajja was Khaleel’s grandmother.
Jennifer entered the sitting room and found Hajja sitting and reading the Leadership newspaper.
Jennifer greeted her, though not perfectly.
Hajja answered warmly.
“Jennifer, have you returned from your mother’s place?”
Jennifer lowered her head.
“Yes, Hajja, I have returned.”
“Is she well?”
“She is very well, masha Allah.”
They both turned their attention to the television because a news report about drug abuse among youths had caught their attention.
Hajja hissed.
“O Allah, guide our children.”
“Ameen,” Jennifer said.
Then she stood.
“Do you have any work for me, Hajja?”
“No, there is no work.”
“Then I will go.”
“Okay, Jennifer. Go and rest. You are trying.”
Jennifer left.
Hajja followed her with her eyes, feeling pity for her.
The girl touched her heart deeply.
Hajja shook her head and whispered:
“May Allah guide you, if you are meant to be guided.”
Rubayya’s Gift
From Hajja’s side, Jennifer went straight to Rubayya’s room. Rubayya was lying on the bed, watching an Indian series called Qubool Hai.
Rubayya raised her head happily.
“Jennifer, what happened? I came back from school and did not see you. Momy said you went to greet Maman David.”
“Yes, that is where I went. I did not return long ago.”
“Ayyah. There are some clothes there for you. I arranged them for you because I know they will fit. Our sizes are almost the same.”
Jennifer looked at the boxes she pointed at with happiness.
“Wow! Thank you, Aunty Ruby.”
Rubayya widened her eyes.
“Aunty? Jennifer, please do not call me that. We are age-mates.”
“Thank you very much, Ruby.”
“It is nothing. You deserve more than that.”
Jennifer carried the boxes happily and left.
She went straight to her room and opened them. Inside were beautiful wrappers, shadda fabrics, lace materials, and other fine clothes. Almost all of them looked new.
She held her head and smiled.
The people in that house were generous and respectful to human beings. Even though she had not lived with them for long, only a month and some weeks, almost everyone treated her kindly.
Only one person made life difficult for her.
Haisam.
She sighed.
He hated her because of the difference in religion.
She lay down, and soon a deep sleep filled with confusing dreams took over her.
Weekend Morning
At 7:30 in the morning, Jennifer woke up and entered the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the family.
Since it was weekend, by 9:00 a.m., she had not heard movement from anyone. She finished preparing the food and arranged everything on the dining table.
After that, she cleaned the sitting room, dusted everywhere, swept, and lit incense.
Then she went back to her room, bathed, and wore one of the clothes Rubayya had given her: a brown fabric with yellow and orange designs. She tied the wrapper and used one of the scarves as a head covering.
When she looked at herself in the mirror, she stepped back in fear.
She looked exactly like a Fulani or Arab woman.
Quickly, she looked away, picked up her breakfast, and ate calmly.
After eating, she lay down on the bed.
At 11:45 a.m., she stood up to clear the plates from breakfast and begin preparing lunch.
She came out and found no one in the sitting room. She cleared everything, washed the plates, cleaned the dining area, and returned to the kitchen to start cooking.
As she cooked, she sang Christian songs softly and moved her head with the rhythm.
Suddenly, Haisam shouted:
“You!”
Jennifer froze in fear because she recognized his voice.
“Are you out of your senses? Do you not know this is the house of people who love the Prophet, yet you are singing your songs here?”
She lowered her head, regretting that she had forgotten where she was and allowed herself to sing.
Haisam insulted her religion harshly, then ordered her to prepare something light for him immediately.
“And if you make it dirty or put anything harmful in it, Allah will judge between us. I hate you. Soon you will leave this house and return to your people.”
He left angrily.
Jennifer’s heart tightened.
She was not an enemy of Allah. His words hurt her deeply.
Still, she would endure every insult until she achieved the main purpose that brought her close to that family.
Mahboob And Zahra Return
Later, Jennifer heard loud voices coming from the main sitting room. Visitors had arrived.
She quickly left the kitchen because she was the one who attended to guests.
She entered the sitting room politely and greeted them. The room was full of the family members, and everyone seemed happy because they were laughing.
She saw two new faces: a young woman and a young man. Both were beautiful. There were also beautiful traveling trolleys, showing that they had just returned from a journey.
The young man looked at her and smiled.
“Welcome, young lady.”
The young woman looked her up and down, then turned away.
Momy explained that Jennifer was their new maid.
The young man asked:
“What is your name, young lady?”
With her head lowered, she smiled and answered:
“Jennifer.”
“What?” he asked in surprise. “You mean she is not Hausa?”
Hajja snapped at him playfully.
“Too many questions.”
He laughed.
“No, Hajja, I am not asking you. Close your old mouth for me.”
Momy looked at him in surprise while Haisam hissed and made another harsh comment about Jennifer’s religion.
The young woman, Zahra, also showed dislike.
Rubayya defended Jennifer, and the room returned to conversation.
The young man shook his head slightly.
“Sorry, Jennifer. Nice to meet you.”
He stretched out his hand to shake her.
Jennifer also stretched out her hand, but Haisam quickly pushed the man’s hand away.
“Haba, Mahboob, what is this?” someone said.
Jennifer lowered her hand in embarrassment while Zahra burst into laughter.
Momy looked at Jennifer with pity and told her to go and arrange lunch on the dining table.
Jennifer Meets Mahboob
Jennifer arranged the food and returned to tell Momy.
“Momy, I have finished arranging it.”
“Well done, Jennifer. May Allah reward you.”
“Ameen.”
Haisam objected again, but Momy warned him by calling his name repeatedly.
Jennifer was leaving the sitting room quietly when Mahboob called her.
“Jennifer, will you not have lunch with us?”
Never, she thought, if Haisam was there.
“No, Mahboob. I ate mine earlier.”
“Okay then. Thank you for taking care of us.”
Their eyes met, and he winked at her in the skillful manner of charming young men.
Jennifer turned and continued walking.
She entered her room with a heavy heart. She could not understand why Haisam hated her so much only because of religious difference. How many people did he interact with daily who did not share his religion?
His behavior was pure humiliation.
But she would not allow his anger to control her heart. She had a bigger purpose in that house. Apart from her parents, these were the only people she had become close to, and she had already begun understanding many things about what she wanted to know.
Mahboob Visits Jennifer
Jennifer leaned against the pillow on her bed, remembering the first time she saw Khaleel. She smiled slightly.
Khaleel was respectful and dignified. He treated people with honor without showing disgust or looking down on them. That was why he impressed her so deeply.
Suddenly, she heard a knock on her door.
She quickly sat up and gave permission to enter.
Mahboob entered with one hand in his pocket and the other on his head, rubbing his hair. A smile was on his face.
He pulled a stool and sat down.
Jennifer stared at him in surprise.
He looked at her.
“You are surprised, right?”
She shook her head.
“Do not lie. Lying does not suit your beautiful face,” he said.
Her surprise increased. It was not the first time someone had called her beautiful, but the way he said it felt different.
He looked around her room and continued:
“I know you are wondering why I came and what brought me here. Do you want to know the answer?”
She looked at him quietly.
He smiled.
“Do not worry. I am the kind of person who cares about the worries of people around me, especially those close to me. That should be enough for you. Remove every thought that may trouble your mind. I noticed that you seemed worried.”
She shook her head and secretly looked at the side of his face.
“Have you eaten lunch?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, looking at her lips with a smile. “These lips do not look like someone who has eaten.”
Jennifer laughed in surprise at his boldness.
“Fine,” he said. “I know beautiful girls do not lie. My name is Mahboob, as Momy told you. I am also her son. Haisam is my elder brother. I would like us to be friends, if you do not mind.”
Jennifer’s eyes widened.
“Do you dislike me?” he asked, his mood changing slightly.
She shook her head quickly.
“No.”
“Do you agree?”
She nodded.
He smiled and stood up.
“Thank you, my friend Jennifer. I will come later so we can talk. For now, I want to sleep because I am tired.”
“Thank you, Ya Mahboob.”
“Mention not,” he said as he opened the door and left, throwing her a mysterious look.
Jennifer released a breath.
She wondered about their conversation. Mahboob spoke in a polished, arranged way, almost like a character from a novel. His style sounded like that of a charming deceiver.
Was he truly kind, or was there something else behind his smile?
Still, he had shown respect to her despite her being Christian.
Her mother had always told her that friendship with good people, whether male or female, was important as long as intentions were clean.
“You are beyond me, Mahboob,” Jennifer whispered with confidence before laying her head on her pillow.
Jennifer Takes Tea To Khaleel
At 4:00 p.m., Jennifer entered the kitchen to prepare dinner. The kitchen telephone rang, and she answered it.
It was Khaleel’s voice.
“Bring me tea.”
She quickly answered and ended the call.
Within a few minutes, she prepared the tea and took it to his room.
She found him on the phone. Her heart almost began beating too fast when she realized he was speaking with a woman.
He sounded gentle.
“Oh, sorry. You should understand something before making conclusions. Why do you like disturbing yourself? I told you there is nothing. You will keep making things difficult for me. Please, please, please. Wipe your tears. I will come. Do not worry. You know I do not like crying.”
He turned and looked at Jennifer, whose attention was no longer on herself.
He became slightly surprised by how weak and quiet she suddenly looked.
He smiled and bit his lower lip gently.
“Jennifer,” he called.
She remained silent until he tapped the center table.
She turned quickly.
“Are you okay?” he asked, looking at her strangely.
“I am fine,” she answered quickly.
She turned to leave.
“Jennifer,” he called again, this time in his sweet voice.
The sound of her name from his mouth touched her heart.
“Do you have any problem?”
He fixed his beautiful eyes on her. His face was serious, not smiling, not exposing anything.
His presence made her lower her head quickly.
Her body had already started trembling.
“Nothing, Ya Khaleel.”
“Okay,” he said and turned away, pressing his phone.
Jennifer looked at his beautiful back with a tight face before turning and leaving the room.
She could not understand why she feared Khaleel, why he carried so much authority over her, or why she felt so shy around him.
Who was he speaking to on the phone?
Who was the woman?
Her chest became hot, and her heart grew heavy. Tears gathered in her eyes.
Why was she angry?
What was beginning to happen to her?
“This cannot be,” she said aloud.
Mahboob Notices Her Mood
Suddenly, Mahboob appeared in front of her as if he had been thrown there.
“What happened, my friend?”
She looked at him quickly and forced a smile.
“Nothing.”
“No, no. I told you beautiful girls do not lie.”
She smiled again and tried to leave because she needed space to think about the strange feelings troubling her.
“You are thinking again?” Mahboob asked.
She looked at him quickly.
He did not like the way her face had changed, almost as if she would cry.
“No, my friend. I want to go and continue the cooking I started.”
He narrowed one eye slightly.
“Let us go. I will help my friend cook.”
She shook her head quickly.
“No, my friend. This beautiful body of yours is used to comfort. I do not want it near the hardship of cooking.”
He held his position.
“No. I will not allow my friend to cook alone. Do not argue. Follow me.”
He walked ahead, and she followed him slowly.
Her heart was full of confusion. She did not want him to disturb her at that moment because she needed to think about the strange matter that had started becoming her worry.
Still, she followed him into the kitchen.
Jennifer’s Hidden Questions
Jennifer’s life in that house was becoming more complicated every day.
Haisam hated her openly and never hid his dislike.
Khaleel treated her with calmness and respect, but his presence shook her heart in a way she could not explain.
Mahboob showed her kindness and friendship, but his charm felt too polished to be fully trusted.
Rubayya cared for her and gave her gifts.
Hajja pitied her.
Momy treated her with gentleness.
But behind all these relationships, Jennifer carried one deep question:
Why did she look so different from the family she called her own?
Why did people keep saying she looked Fulani or Arab?
Why did the call to prayer touch her heart even though she did not understand it?
Why did Qur’an recitation calm her and frighten her at the same time?
And what was the big purpose that made her endure Haisam’s cruelty in that house?
Conclusion
Jennifer Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel opens with mystery, emotional conflict, religious difference, hidden identity, and unexpected attraction.
Jennifer is a Christian girl working in a wealthy Muslim household. She is treated kindly by some and harshly by Haisam, who hates her because of religious difference. Khaleel’s calmness and dignity attract her heart, while Mahboob’s sudden friendship introduces a new layer of uncertainty.
At the same time, Jennifer’s appearance raises questions. She does not resemble her family, and people often say she looks like a Fulani or Arab girl. These questions disturb her heart, but she continues enduring because she has a hidden goal connected to the family.
Her journey is only beginning.
And the more she stays in that house, the closer she moves toward a truth that may change her life forever.