Ta Daban Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel
Ta Daban Part 1 is an dramatic, dignified, and emotionally layered Hausa novel guide by Complete in the Complete Hausa Novels collection. This Part 1 page gives readers a useful English overview before they continue to the story, with notes on love, patience, and relationship decisions, royal life, leadership, honour, and public duty. It helps visitors searching for Daban understand the book, author credit, reading mood, and major themes before opening the full Hausa novel content.
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Ta Daban Part 1 is an dramatic, dignified, and emotionally layered Hausa novel guide by Complete in the Complete Hausa Novels collection. This Part 1 page gives readers a useful English overview before they continue to the story, with notes on love, patience, and relationship decisions, royal life, leadership, honour, and public duty. It helps visitors searching for Daban understand the book, author credit, reading mood, and major themes before opening the full Hausa novel content.
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Reading Time for Ta Daban Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel
Estimated reading time: 8 minutes
Estimated pages/chapters: 2 reading part(s)
Difficulty: Medium
This helps readers decide whether to read now, save the novel for later, or continue from another chapter.
“Okay, my father, with this you should have simply given me an order. Mohan, you see, you are no longer in my sight. If you also cannot wish Meesherh well, then you too should withdraw your gaze from her,” she finished angrily as she stood up and left the entire parlour.
Maamah was the kind of parent who loved her children fiercely and never saw any fault in them at all. Yet she would never allow any of her children to do wrong, and she was not someone who beat around the bush—she was blunt, straightforward, and bold. Whoever stepped on her toes would surely be stepped on in return, because she did not tolerate disrespect, just as she herself did not disrespect anyone—unless that person first crossed into her boundaries in a different way. Then you would truly know who you were dealing with.
Ummeterh and Mohan Sameer both sighed heavily, filled with worry, at their mother’s words. Even though this was not the first time they had faced such reactions from her, all they knew and wanted was to improve their sister’s life. They were tired of the constant criticism directed at Meesherh—from the media and even from within their own home. It hurt them deeply and burned their hearts.
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As soon as he left the place, he went straight into the garden. The coolness and the breeze there flowed through him, making him feel as though his skin had opened and the cold air was passing through every part of his body, freezing every vein. As always, he wore a soft, expensive white outfit with a modern jumper-style tailoring, though not overly sharp like those worn by today’s youths. His hair was neatly styled and carried a pleasant fragrance that drew attention. His beard was full and well-kept, with a slightly bluish tint visible from afar.
The cool air and gentle breeze made it impossible for him to stay in one spot, so he began walking around the garden with his hands clasped behind his back. Deep within his heart, he recited:
Subhanallah, walhamdulillah, wa la ilaha illallahu wallahu akbar
Along with other supplications that came to his lips. You would never even notice he was making dhikr unless you watched his lips move slightly. He had already forgotten what had happened earlier. When the time for the call to prayer came, he left the garden. After briefly entering his bedroom, he went straight to the large mosque in their neighborhood. He gave the call to prayer and led the congregation with his beautiful voice and precise tajweed, which always filled the mosque no matter how big it was.
He usually did not return home until well after the Isha prayer, so everyone at home would finish up in the dining room before he arrived. Even though he did not dine there that night, waiting for him to return had become a habit for everyone.
He greeted only his mothers, since he had already greeted his fathers at the mosque. His younger siblings—both male and female—also greeted him, and he responded calmly, though he noticed the absence of Meesherh and Moh Ameern Saif from the greetings.
He walked straight to the balcony where he usually sat. The maids preparing dinner followed him with a flask of hot tea, the only thing he drank throughout the night. She placed it beside him while his eyes were closed and he quietly remembered Allah in his heart. After she left, he opened his eyes and pulled the flask closer, sipping the tea calmly while operating his system from the side.
He did not stay long there that day as he usually did. He had something to do that night. His heart kept beating rapidly, as if something unpleasant was about to happen. Still, he tried hard to suppress the feeling and continued making supplications, praying that whatever might happen would be made easy by his Lord and brought to a good end. He then performed ablution and began offering voluntary prayers to his Creator.
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As for Meesherh, when she returned to her bedroom she bathed and dressed in a fitted singlet and army-green trousers. She tucked the white singlet into the trousers and fastened a belt around them. Over it she wore a light-green top, leaving all its buttons open so it hung loosely. The breeze blowing into the room lifted the top as if it might slip off entirely, leaving only the singlet covering her body.
She stood by the bedroom window with her legs crossed, enjoying the cool air flowing in. The scent of flowers from outside the window gave her comfort and a sense of deep calm. The headache she had come in with gradually faded away. That was why, especially when she felt upset and did not want to go to the balcony, she would stand there and pull back all the curtains—there she always found complete relaxation and peace.
