Me & My Lion Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Musayyeer is the eldest, and he is called Shattima. You should know that Shattima is also the name of their father’s father, and he was the Shattima of their town. That is why they call Musayyeer by that name.

Then there is Nuraddeen, that is Noor. Fawan is Noor’s immediate junior, then Maheer, before their youngest, Fa’iz. All of them are married except the youngest, Fa’iz, and their eldest brother. Noor has two children, a boy and a girl. Fawan has only one daughter, while Maheer’s wife is currently pregnant.

Each of them personally sought out a wife and married her, except Fawan, who married the daughter of Dady’s friend—and it was Dady himself who requested that favor.

Noor’s wife is named Marwanatu; she is called Anty Marwa. Fawan’s wife is Safiyya, called Anty Sofi, and Maheer’s wife is named Jidda.

Anty Marwa is a woman who loves people and companionship. She comes from a respectable home and understands the value of human dignity, but she has no shyness at all when it comes to showing her husband love.

Anty Sofi is a woman full of confidence and authority. She loves Fawan deeply, but he married her out of obedience; however, he never lets her realize that. Her parents lack respect entirely—they are irresponsible and ill-mannered, with no proper upbringing to pass on to their children. There are three of them in her family: their elder sister Mubina, who greatly despises Safiyya, and Safiyya’s younger sister, Zeemama—her real name is Zainab, but she is called Zeemama.

As for Jidda, Maheer’s wife, she is extremely stubborn and troublesome, yet her husband loves her intensely, and she loves him too; it is only her stubbornness that causes problems.

Dear readers, take everything slowly so you can understand, because there are things that may be revealed later which we have not mentioned yet.

After some time…

With the confidence and dignity of a strong man, a battle-hardened military officer stepped out of his modest office, walking briskly toward the cluster of his vehicles. He was handsome from head to toe, for Lieutenant Musayyeer Mahabub Shattima was indeed a very handsome man. Quickly, his men stood up and saluted him before opening the middle vehicle for him to enter. They then boarded the other Hilux vehicles surrounding it and sped off onto the highway at tremendous speed.

As they drove, he suddenly spoke, as if compelled, “We’re heading to Suleja, Usman.”

“Okay, sir,” replied Captain Usman, and they took the road that would lead them to Suleja.

She was squatting by the roadside, picking up scattered groundnuts. She was a young girl, no more than sixteen years old, a beautiful maiden, extremely attractive and eye-catching. She was a black beauty—not light-skinned at all—with very thick, captivating hair. I could tell from the small braids lying beneath it, since she was wearing a milk-colored hijab that partially concealed her face.

While she was gathering her groundnuts, she suddenly stood up in alarm and shouted curses at the top of her voice, instead of the rainwater from the rainy season that lay by the roadside, which had been used to bathe her. Seeing that the vehicles passed as if she didn’t exist there at all—let alone noticing the harm they had caused her—she gathered the remaining groundnuts in her hands, bent down, and ran after the vehicles, throwing the groundnuts at them with all her strength, circling them and hurling insults at them…