Rudin Kuruciya Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Rudin Kuruciya Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel begins inside a prestigious school filled with children of wealthy and powerful families. It is a story of youthful pride, class difference, school discipline, teenage emotions, and the strong attachment between Prince Sadik and Farhan.

In this English translation, the story follows a group of privileged students whose arrogance often challenges school authority, while one quiet scholarship girl becomes the center of Prince Sadik’s attention and protection.

A Prestigious School

The school compound was very large. It had big classrooms, long beautiful buildings, tiled walkways, and a polished environment that showed wealth and careful maintenance. Every classroom had air conditioning, and everywhere looked clean and organized.

One look at the students moving around the school was enough to tell that most of them came from families of status and comfort. Even those who were not from wealthy homes had someone supporting them strongly enough to place them in such a school.

The students wore neat blue-and-white uniforms. The girls wore blue skirts with white shirts, while the boys wore blue trousers and white long-sleeved shirts. Muslim girls could wear a small white hijab if they wanted, but it was not compulsory.

The whole school looked like a place built for children of important people. From the buildings to the students, everything carried the atmosphere of privilege, modern education, and social class.

The students were on break. Some were eating, some were playing, and some were chatting in groups. Then the loud sound of the bell spread across the entire school, announcing that break was over and that it was time to return to class.

One after another, the students began entering their classrooms to continue their lessons.

Soon, the school became quiet. Everyone had returned to class, and some teachers had already started teaching.

The Late Students

A group of students, both boys and girls, entered the school compound. They were about ten in number, all wearing the school uniform. They walked together, chatting casually as they moved through a veranda toward their classroom.

A teacher saw them and shouted in English:

“Hey, where are you coming from?”

One bold girl among them looked at the teacher with pride and replied:

“We went out for breakfast.”

The teacher became angry.

“Who gave you permission to go out? Don’t you know you are supposed to be in class by now?”

One handsome young man in the group frowned and looked at the teacher.

“There is no need to seek permission from anyone,” he said boldly. “We have the right to go wherever we want during break. We are semifinalists, and the teachers have to wait for us to come back because our parents pay for it. I hope I made myself clear.”

The teacher’s anger increased.

“Are you stupid? Is that how you are supposed to talk to me? Useless semifinalist. What have you even achieved in education that you are telling me you are a semifinalist?”

The young man shrugged his shoulders as if he did not care.

“It seems you are new here. Anyway, this is our policy. You should go and learn more about it.”

The other students began cheering him.

“Well done, Lion Prince! He came with his anger and pride, but we will cool him down.”

They walked away, leaving the teacher standing with his mouth open, staring after them.

In his heart, the teacher said, “If these children are truly like this, then they lack proper discipline.”

He turned and headed toward the director’s office.

The Lion Prince

The group of students continued toward their classroom, still praising the bold young man. He looked at them and said softly:

“You people should go to class. I will stay behind and look at the comfort of my eyes.”

His voice was gentle, and it was clear that he meant what he said from his heart.

One of the boys tapped his shoulder and laughed.

“You are something else. You are still serious about that girl.”

The young man smiled but said nothing. The others entered the classroom while he turned toward another path.

He went and stood outside the window of another classroom. There was no teacher inside. The students were busy doing whatever pleased them. Some were chatting, some were singing, and others were making noise.

Then he saw her.

She was sitting alone at one side, bent over her books and writing seriously. She was calm, focused, and completely absorbed in what she was doing.

He whistled loudly, and the sound drew the attention of many students. Several of them turned to look.

She also turned quickly to see who had whistled. When she saw him standing by the window and looking at her, he signaled with his hand for her to come.

She smiled, stood up, and began walking toward the classroom exit with her usual calm and graceful steps.

He watched her with full attention. To him, even the way she walked carried peace and dignity.

She came out and stood before him.

“Good morning,” she greeted.

He looked at her for a moment, smiled, touched his neatly oiled hair, and said:

“Morning, my love. You did not come to our class today. I hope everything is fine?”

She smiled, revealing her white teeth, then bent her head slightly.

“Everything is fine. I was doing classwork. That is why.”

He smiled again.

“Have you eaten?”

She nodded yes.

He adjusted his posture and said:

“You are lying. I can feel that you have not eaten. I brought food for you. Go and eat. Give me the classwork, and I will do it for you.”

In a shy voice, she asked:

“What if I am asked to explain how I did it?”

He replied:

“Tell them I am the one who did it. I do not like arguments. Take this food and bring me the book. I will go to our class and do the work for you while you sit and rest.”

She knew his character. If she continued arguing, he could become upset. So she returned to her class, picked up the book containing the classwork, and came back to him.

She handed him the book, and he gave her the takeaway bag in his hand.

With shyness, she said:

“Thank you very much.”

He frowned slightly.

“What is this thank you for? It is my responsibility to take care of you, baby. When I finish, I will bring it back. Go back to class. I am watching you. Nothing should touch you.”

She smiled and turned away.

He watched her from the window until she returned to her seat. Only then did he leave and go back to his own class.

Corper Nazir Complains

Inside the director’s office, the new corps member, Nazir, complained bitterly about the students he had just encountered.

“Sir, these students have no discipline at all. You did not see how they spoke to me. Is the school compound not enough for them to spend their break? Must they go outside and then return whenever they like? I was talking to them, and they almost insulted me.”

The director adjusted the glasses on his face and said:

“I have heard everything you said, Corper Nazir. But what you do not know is that those SS2 students are handled carefully so we can finish with them peacefully. Even the SS3 students do not give us as much trouble as they do. Most of the students in this school are children of powerful people, but many of those SS2 students are children of very influential parents. Touching them carelessly is like creating a threat against this school.”

Nazir was surprised.

“But sir, education is not only about books. They need discipline too. These children can embarrass the school one day in front of the wrong person. A school is not only a place for academics. These young people are expected to become leaders tomorrow. They should be raised with character.”

The director sighed.

“Nazir, these children are like investment to me and to this school. Some of them are children of senior military officers. Some are children of politicians. Whenever we take them out for competitions, they come back with awards. Their parents also pay very well. Why should I allow their parents to be offended? As for discipline, their parents believe they are training them at home. Not every parent accepts that a school should discipline their child. So you must look away sometimes and be patient.”

Corper Nazir stared at the director in disbelief. He said nothing more. He stood up and left because he had a JSS2 class to teach.

Prince Does Farhan’s Classwork

The young man returned to his class and bent over the classwork he had collected from Farhan.

One of the students looked at him and asked:

“Prince, what are you doing like that?”

He raised his eyes briefly and answered:

“I am doing Farhan’s classwork.”

The boy asked:

“But why are you doing it for her? I know the girl is also brilliant in her class.”

Prince replied:

“Yes, I know. But I took food to her. If I do not collect the work and help her finish it, she will not concentrate on eating.”

Al’amin, whom they called Amin, shook his head.

“Honestly, you are doing too much for that girl, Prince.”

Prince answered calmly:

“Of course. Farhan is my wife-to-be, in sha Allah.”

Amin burst into laughter.

“How? When will you finish school, go to university, and marry her? Will she stand there waiting for you? Just enjoy your life. More beautiful girls will come later. You will find someone even better to marry.”

Prince shook his head.

“I have a plan for our future, so I do not think the way you are thinking. It is Farhan only.”

Amin smiled.

“That is true, my guy. May Allah take us to that time. But she still looks too small. Find a girl who looks more grown.”

Prince looked serious.

“Amin, look at Farhan properly. She will become a great woman in the future. I love her the way she is. Her calmness, her simplicity, and everything about her suit me.”

Amin smiled again.

“Then may Allah keep you together.”

“Ameen, Ya Allah,” Prince replied.

He continued working until he finished her classwork. Because it was much, it took him some time. When he completed it, he stood and went to Farhan’s class.

Farhan The Scholarship Girl

As usual, Farhan sat alone at one side of the class. Her classmates did not involve her much because she was not from a wealthy family like them.

Farhan had entered the school through a scholarship after winning a competition. Because of that, many of the rich students saw her as different. They felt she did not belong fully in their circle. They also believed she was not as socially exposed as they were.

But Farhan did not force herself into their affairs. She stayed on her own, focusing on her studies. Her life was her books, her quietness, and now Prince, who had entered her world unexpectedly.

The class was noisy, but as soon as Prince entered, everyone became quiet. The junior students feared him because he did not tolerate disrespect.

He walked straight to Farhan’s seat and sat beside her.

“Baby, here it is. I have finished it for you,” he said, placing the book before her.

She picked it up and checked it. Then she looked up and smiled.

“Thank you very much, Prince.”

Instead of answering, he winked at her.

She lowered her head shyly.

He asked:

“Why are you lowering your head like that? I hope there is no problem?”

She shook her head to show that there was none.

He said:

“Even if there is a problem, you may not say it. Speaking itself seems difficult for you, Farhan. I know maybe a teacher will soon enter, so I will go back to our class. But know this: I will come later just to make you talk to me. I love hearing your voice because it gives me peace.”

Farhan felt as if the ground should open and swallow her because of shyness. He was staring at her, and his presence made her feel small and nervous.

Corper Nazir Punishes Farhan

Corper Nazir entered the class, and the students stood up to greet him. Only Prince remained seated.

Nazir looked at him and wondered what that troublesome boy was doing in JSS2.

Prince stood, looked at Farhan, and said:

“We will meet after closing.”

Then he turned and left.

Corper Nazir looked at Farhan.

“You, Farhan, what is your relationship with that rude boy?”

Farhan felt as if Nazir had stabbed her. To her, Sadik was not rude.

She remained silent.

“I am talking to you, young lady,” Nazir shouted.

She lowered her head again. Her body trembled, but she could not say a word.

From one side of the class, a student said:

“Sir, he is her boyfriend.”

Nazir turned sharply.

“Boyfriend? What kind of boyfriend?”

The student replied:

“Everyone in this school knows she is Prince’s girl.”

Nazir became angry.

“Are you out of your senses? You are in JSS2 and you already know about boyfriend? Is that what your parents sent you to school to do? And it is that rude boy you are following? I will sit with your father and tell him. Come out here and kneel down.”

All eyes turned to Farhan.

She came out with her body shaking. She felt as if she should disappear. She knelt in front of the class.

Nazir insulted and humiliated her in front of her classmates. The pain of his words entered her deeply, and tears began falling from her eyes.

She cried like a child.

Nazir shouted again:

“Will you stop crying? You look innocent, but you are following that foolish boy.”

Sadik Refuses Bad Influence

Meanwhile, Sadik had returned to his own class. He found some of the boys gathered around a phone, watching something inappropriate. Some girls were gathered separately, whispering and laughing.

Sadik moved closer and looked at what the boys were watching. His chest tightened immediately, and he stepped back with irritation.

Amin raised his head and said:

“Big boy, what happened? Move closer and join us.”

Sadik shook his head with concern.

“I cannot watch this nonsense.”

Nasir laughed.

“See him, as if he is not a man. This is not nonsense. Come and enjoy.”

Sadik shook his head again.

“I cannot. May Allah guide you people. You will spoil your eyes early. You gather around a phone watching immoral things. You will answer for it if Allah exposes you.”

Amin waved him away.

“Please, preacher, go ahead. Since you will not watch, leave us.”

Sadik sat down, picked up his phone, and started playing a game.

The Vernacular Fine

Some senior students entered the SS2 class. They wore colored ties, and the boys also wore caps, showing they were prefects.

One bold girl among them spoke in English like someone trained abroad:

“Whoever knows they spoke vernacular should come out and pay five hundred naira before I start calling names.”

The students ignored them. No one raised their head or answered.

The girl began calling the names of those who had spoken Hausa. Sadik heard his name, but his legs remained on the bench while he continued his game.

No other name was mentioned except Sadik’s. In that school, he was usually the first to break any rule.

One of the prefects said:

“Sadik, they are talking to you.”

“I will not pay,” he replied.

The girl said:

“You are still speaking vernacular. You know you must pay.”

Sadik looked at her.

“By Allah, I will not pay. I will not stop speaking Hausa. Is English the language of my mother or my father? What is my connection with foreigners that I must speak their language and be fined for speaking Hausa? I will not pay because it is not your father who gives me money.”

The girl hit the bench and pointed at him.

“Do not insult me, Sadik.”

He replied with irritation:

“If I insult you, what will you do? Go and report me to whoever you want. In this school, I will speak the language I choose. I will not be forced to speak English.”

Sadik almost started a fight. If they had allowed the matter to continue, he might have become violent.

Farhan Is Punished In The Sun

Just then, a student entered the class and said:

“Prince, Farhan has been made to kneel in the sun. She offended that corps member, and Tina also humiliated her because of the five hundred naira vernacular fine. Farhan said she does not have the money.”

Sadik cursed in anger.

“What? Farhan?”

He did not waste time. He rushed out.

At that same moment, a teacher who had been told that Prince was causing trouble in class was coming to handle the matter. He met Sadik on the way and tried to speak to him, but Sadik ignored him. He pushed past him and hurried toward Farhan’s class.

Poor Farhan was kneeling outside her classroom, crying under the heat of the sun.

Sadik felt like placing his hands on his head and screaming.

He rushed to her.

“Who did this to you?”

She could not answer. She kept crying.

Without delay, he pulled her up and took her straight to the director’s office.

Prince Sadik Confronts The Director

Sadik was breathing heavily with anger.

The director looked at him.

“Prince Sadik, what is wrong? Why is she crying?”

Sadik replied angrily:

“Sir, you must come between us and that new corps member. Why would he give her this kind of punishment? And that stupid Tina humiliated her because of five hundred naira. Is she not a human being?”

The director looked at Farhan, who was still crying. Her eyes had become red.

The director knew that Sadik had a strong attachment to Farhan, and he also feared provoking Sadik. The boy was stubborn, powerful, and difficult to control. His mother could even cause a teacher to be detained because of him. In his family, he was treated like a precious child who must not be touched.

So the director said carefully:

“It is okay, my boy. I will take the right step. Be patient. Farhan, please be patient.”

Farhan said nothing. She only continued crying.

Sadik left the office angrily, and she followed him.

Sadik Takes Care Of Farhan

Sadik took Farhan to the entrance of the toilet and told her to go in and wash her face. He waited until she entered and came out.

Then he looked at her and said:

“If anyone punishes you again in this school or treats you badly, come and tell me. Do you understand?”

She nodded.

He asked:

“Does anywhere hurt?”

In her soft voice, she answered:

“My head hurts, and my leg too.”

He said:

“Okay. Come to our class and rest. I will give you paracetamol.”

She followed him without argument. Farhan could not disobey Prince Sadik, not even as a joke.

His nickname, Prince, truly suited him. He was a young man of about sixteen or seventeen, but he carried himself with the confidence of someone older. Wealth, attention, and youthful pride surrounded him strongly.

They went to his class. He gave her paracetamol, and she took it. Then she rested her head on the desk and closed her eyes.

Closing Time

Not long after, the bell rang, announcing that school had closed.

Farhan raised her head. Sadik went to her class and collected her bag for her. Then they came out into the school compound, where many cars had gathered to pick up the children of wealthy families.

Farhan looked at him and said:

“Give me my bag. I will take a tricycle and go home.”

Sadik shook his head.

“No. Our car is there. We will drop you at home. You are not feeling well.”

Fear entered her voice.

“They will scold me at home if they see me in your car.”

He answered calmly:

“Do not worry. No one will do anything to you.”

A School Of Pride And Power

The school was not only a place of learning. It was a place where wealth, power, fear, pride, and social class met every day.

Some students believed their parents’ status gave them the right to behave however they wanted. Some teachers were afraid to discipline them. The director cared more about protecting the school’s connection with powerful families than correcting the children properly.

Corper Nazir saw the danger clearly. He believed students needed both knowledge and character. But he had entered a system where money and influence often spoke louder than discipline.

Sadik was one of the clearest examples of that system. He was wealthy, stubborn, and feared. He broke rules easily. Yet he also had a side that protected Farhan fiercely.

Farhan, on the other hand, was quiet, simple, and focused. She was not from their world of luxury. She entered the school through brilliance, not wealth. Because of that, many students ignored her. But Prince Sadik saw her differently.

Farhan And Prince Sadik

To Farhan, Prince Sadik was both comfort and fear. He defended her, cared for her, and protected her from those who looked down on her. But his strength also frightened her. She could not easily refuse him, and his authority around her was too powerful for her shy nature.

To Sadik, Farhan was not an ordinary schoolgirl. She was the person who gave him peace. Her quietness attracted him. Her simplicity touched him. Her voice calmed him. Her difference from the other students made him more attached to her.

But the world around them was not simple.

They were still young.

They were inside a school full of rules, class difference, jealousy, and pride.

And their closeness had already started drawing attention.

Conclusion

Rudin Kuruciya Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel opens with a strong picture of youthful pride, school politics, class division, and early emotional attachment.

Prince Sadik is the wealthy, stubborn student everyone fears, but his heart softens whenever Farhan is involved. Farhan is the quiet scholarship girl trying to survive in a school dominated by children of powerful families. Corper Nazir wants discipline, but the school system is afraid of offending the rich.

The story begins with a simple school day, but beneath it lies a deeper conflict: privilege against humility, pride against discipline, protection against control, and young emotions that may grow into something dangerous if not guided properly.

For Farhan and Prince Sadik, this is only the beginning.