Hayateem Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Staring far into the vast expanse of the forest, his large eyes took in the thick vegetation and towering trees that filled the area completely. There was no clear path through the place; if one intended to pass, it would only be by cutting through the leaves and branches with a machete or knife just to be able to see ahead. To them, however, this was nothing unusual—they were accustomed to living among dense foliage and plants. Carrying extremely sharp and deadly knives on their bodies was almost compulsory, or rather, a deeply rooted tradition, especially considering the era they lived in—an age of human trafficking, where people were captured and sold as slaves.

Life was such that anywhere you went, you could encounter those stronger than you—people who would crush your life and traffic you to be sold as a slave.

It wasn’t just one person, or two, or three; entire groups demonstrated this brutality. Even full towns were not spared—human traffickers would storm in with force, overpower the people, gather them, and transport them away.

ANJOM GHAZ

The town of ANJOM GHAZ was surrounded by deep, fast-flowing waters to the east, west, south, and north. Beyond the waters stood enormous, dangerous forests filled with tall trees that encircled the town completely, regardless of its size.

Entering the forest meant stepping into a vast and endless wilderness inhabited by countless snakes. This was because the people deliberately scattered food and things snakes favored, almost as if they were breeding them, ensuring the reptiles remained there.

At the point where the forest ended, a powerful defensive barrier had been established—one so formidable that no one could breach it except through the bloodline of the town’s leader, who had created it to ensure peace and security for his people. Because of this barrier, not even a single snake could cross from the forest into the town. Any stranger who entered without invitation, or anyone unfamiliar who attempted to approach the town, would never reach it—they would meet their death due to the extreme danger surrounding the place.

Despite the size and population of ANJOM GHAZ, everyone enjoyed freedom and peace of mind.

There was no one without a role within the town’s traditional structure.

God had covered the town with great protection, blessing it with abundant natural wealth.

There was no poverty—almost everyone possessed wealth of one kind or another.

There were hardly any outsiders; nearly everyone was related, united under a courageous leader unmatched in bravery, strength, determination, and fearlessness.

The name ANJOM GHAZ originated from the ancestors of their current leader, GHAZ ALI. The ancestral family name was ANJOM, belonging to their first forefather, ANJOM himself—the founder of the town. Hence, the town bore his name.

Currently, GHAZ ALI ruled as their leader, the third in the lineage of leadership in ANJOM. He inherited the strength, courage, and iron will of his forefather ANJOM, unlike his own father, who had been gentler in nature.

As time passed, most of the elders and parents had died. Now only Ghaz Ali and his family remained, living in authority, peace, luxury, and security.

He had one wife and four children—three daughters and one son.

The son was the youngest of all the children.

He was male, yet physically weak and extraordinarily gentle.

The Children

AYANAH was the eldest. She inherited her father’s intense love and devotion to her siblings, loving them more than herself or anything else. Her affection for them was unmatched, and she could not accept anything they were denied. They always came first for her, before her own needs. This was deeply instilled in her by her father from a very young age.

As the firstborn, she was destined to rule the town whenever her father was absent. She was the first heir to the throne. Only if she became ill, mentally unfit, or bore a son would leadership pass temporarily to that son. Once he stepped down, authority would return to the sibling next in line.

NURAT followed AYANAH. Love for her parents and siblings flowed in her blood, though she possessed a fiery temper.

Then came ZUHRAH, whom their mother cherished deeply. That favoritism made her somewhat spoiled, yet she too loved her siblings intensely—it was simply in their blood.

ABAAS GHAZ, whose original name was ABBAAS, was the youngest. He was far weaker than his siblings, which made him the most pitied among them. He received overwhelming compassion and love from everyone.

Because of his fragility, he struggled to mix with people and remained withdrawn. He rarely went anywhere unless accompanied by his siblings—especially Ayanah, who served as his shield and strength—alongside his father.

Every form of treatment and effort was made to change his condition, but none succeeded. Eventually, they gave up, hoping that with time he might one day transform into the brave man they wished for him to become.

Ghaz Ali gave his children every privilege, providing all their needs with warmth and closeness. There were no secrets between him and his children—only openness and deep love.

Throughout all of ANJOM GHAZ, the children were treated with immense respect. In many places, they were honored almost like royalty themselves, sometimes even revered. This was an era where Muslims and people of different religions lived together peacefully, like one family.

Life in ANJOM GHAZ was a life anyone would thank God for attaining.

It was a life people from all over the world longed for but could never reach.

A life of peace and calmness that many great kingdoms failed to achieve—free from chaos and unrest.

A town so peaceful that many other towns referred to it as the home of tranquility.

It was also a town that did not accept strangers without full knowledge of them—nor refugees or seasonal migrants. ANJOM GHAZ trusted no other town or kingdom, confident in its own strength and power.

The Oath of Ghaz Ali

Straightening his posture, Ghaz Ali stared once more into the endless forest. His heart throbbed painfully as he felt the weight of a catastrophe greater than any before threatening his town—a disaster he would give his life to prevent.

ANJOM GHAZ was his privilege, and it was the life of his children.

The day they crossed beyond the town’s boundaries into another world would be the day their fate changed forever—into a life he could not imagine or accept.

His children were his life; everything he stood for rested upon them.

They were the foundation of the life he had built for ANJOM GHAZ.

He would never allow this calamity to befall them while he still breathed.

Only his death—his soul leaving his chest—would permit his children to face such a fate.

With the hardness of heart and fierce resolve Allah had given him, he chose this truth:

It was better for the bodies of his children to be laid before him in death than for them to be hunted, sold, and forced into slavery in foreign lands—living a life of humiliation where even kings and princes would use them as servants and objects.

This unyielding belief of Ghaz Ali became deeply rooted in the hearts of everyone in ANJOM. They chose death over capture, over being sold into slavery in a land where their destiny would be erased.

Even their women held the same conviction—choosing death rather than being taken away and reduced to objects for use and exploitation.