Maimoon Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Meet Maimoon

“Should I begin with how I met Ibrahim? Or should I begin with Sultan? Or maybe I should first tell you about myself?”

My name is Maimuna Muhammad Dikko, but almost everyone calls me Maimoon.

I was born and raised in Abuja, Nigeria.

My father, Alhaji Muhammad Dikko, came from a wealthy Fulani family in Yalleman village located in Jigawa State.

The people of Yalleman were famous for beauty, wealth, and successful currency exchange businesses spread across Nigeria.

Unlike the rest of his family, my father chose western education instead of traditional business.

Muhammad Dikko’s Journey

Because of his intelligence, his primary school headmaster advised my grandfather to send him abroad for better education.

My grandfather agreed immediately and sponsored him to England.

There, he studied at Gifted International College before later gaining scholarship admission into Oxford University.

He studied Business Administration because his dream was to help his father’s business grow.

After completing his degree, family conflict prevented him from taking over the family business.

His father’s second wife strongly opposed the idea and insisted other children also deserved opportunities.

That disagreement pushed my father back to England, where he continued his Master’s degree and eventually earned his PhD.

Later, he became a lecturer at Oxford University and eventually received a professorship award.

How My Parents Met

My mother, Hajiya Fatima, also known as Bintou, was originally from Niger Republic.

She lost her father at a young age and was raised by her mother.

Although she wished to continue her education in Nigeria, lack of financial support delayed her dreams.

That was when Allah connected her path with my father while he was serving as Nigerian ambassador in Niger.

At first, he pitied her situation and admired her love for education.

Later, admiration slowly turned into love.

Despite the age difference between them, they eventually got married and settled in Abuja.

The Dikko Family

Our family house in Abuja was huge because my father originally planned to bring his parents to live with us.

However, my grandfather refused to leave Yalleman village.

Instead, my father built another magnificent house for them there and provided workers to take care of everything.

Allah blessed my parents with five children.

Three boys and two girls.

Ya Lawan, Ya Habeeb, Hafsat, myself, and our youngest brother Faruk.

Because my mother gave birth almost every year, there was little age difference between us.

Our family became a beautiful mixture of Fulani and Buzaye heritage.

Maimoon’s Personality

I was the fourth child and the youngest daughter.

I was very fair with smooth skin, long eyelashes, dimples, pink lips, and a cheerful smile.

At home, we spoke Fulfulde with Daddy, Buzanci with Mommy, and English among ourselves.

My greatest talent was talking too much.

Daddy often called me “Parrot” because I never stopped asking questions.

Anything I saw became a question in my mind.

If nobody answered me, I would continue asking until I got an explanation.

My father noticed my intelligence from childhood and became very attached to me because of my curiosity and love for learning.

Moon the School Star

Immediately after joining basic school, I became famous.

I was intelligent, cheerful, fearless in academics, and loved by both teachers and students.

Eventually, everyone stopped calling me Maimoon and started calling me “Moon.”

The nickname came from my bright smiling face and moon-shaped appearance.

I became extremely popular in school because I was friendly with everyone and never behaved proudly.

Even younger students loved me because I apologized whenever I made mistakes.

Hafsat’s Silent Jealousy

Hafsat was only one year older than me, but our personalities were completely different.

She was calm, quiet, observant, and disliked too much attention.

Unlike me, she hated sharing space or attention with anyone.

As we grew older, I noticed she became uncomfortable with how much people loved me.

At school, students and teachers constantly compared her to me.

Eventually, people even started referring to her as “Moon’s Sister.”

That hurt her deeply.

Life in Boarding School

When we entered boarding school, Daddy requested that Hafsat and I should stay in the same room so she could watch over me.

However, Hafsat hated the arrangement.

She even changed her classroom seat so people would not constantly associate her with me.

Despite that, our teachers always recognized our resemblance.

While Hafsat missed home terribly, I completely fell in love with boarding school life.

I spent most of my time inside the library reading books and studying ahead.

Eventually, I became one of the brightest students in the school.

The Sacrifice for Hafsat

At the end of JSS1, I remembered the promise I once made to Hafsat.

I intentionally failed my exams because I wanted her to move ahead without me.

I believed separating our classes would finally make her happy.

When the school principal informed my parents, everyone became shocked.

Daddy asked me gently why I did it.

I replied with tears:

“I did it for Hafsat.”

“She doesn’t like being in the same class with me.”

“I just want her to be happy.”

Hafsat Finally Speaks

For the first time, Hafsat opened up emotionally.

She explained that everyone always preferred me over her.

Even at school, she felt invisible because people constantly referred to her as “Moon’s Sister.”

She admitted she was tired of living in my shadow and wanted her own identity.

Daddy listened carefully before explaining that our personalities were simply different.

He reminded Hafsat that kindness and friendliness naturally attract people.

That conversation slowly began changing the relationship between both sisters.

The Arrival of the NYSC Teachers

Years later, during SS2, our school introduced NYSC corps members for the first time.

Everyone became curious and excited.

Among them was Ibrahim Adeniran Oluwaseun from Ibadan.

Unfortunately for me, he was assigned to teach SS2 Mathematics and Geography.

I hated the idea immediately.

To me, mathematics was too important to be handled by a young inexperienced corps member.

Mommy even complained to the school administration about it.

But the school insisted we should first give him a chance.

Moon Challenges Ibrahim

During his first Geography class, Ibrahim entered confidently and immediately noticed my lack of attention.

He asked the class a question about a rock displayed on the smart board.

Nobody answered.

Eventually, he turned toward me and asked directly.

Without even looking properly at the board, I identified the rock as Obsidian.

Then I proceeded to explain everything about volcanic rocks, lava cooling processes, and geological formation in extraordinary detail.

The entire class became silent while I spoke.

Even Ibrahim remained speechless.

When I finally finished, I looked directly at him and asked:

“Is there anything more you want to know, sir?”

The bell rang immediately afterward, leaving him standing silently inside the classroom.

The Beginning of Something New

Although I believed I had embarrassed Ibrahim completely, I had no idea that moment would become the beginning of a story capable of changing my entire life forever.