About Tsintar Aya Book 1 Complete Hausa Novels

Tsintar Aya Book 1 Complete Hausa Novels opens inside a royal palace where Prince Hamood moves with impossible speed, never speaks a single word, and communicates entirely through written notes. His servants whisper behind his back, palace workers mock him, and his own father — the King — has just dismissed him for bringing women into the palace, a crime the kingdom cannot forgive.

But Hamood is not the monster they imagine. He is a man drowning in silent agony, tormented by questions he cannot voice: What did I do wrong? Is there something defective about me? His only ally is the Galadima, who may have orchestrated his downfall.

Far from the palace, Hafsat — an orphaned young woman — endures daily abuse at the hands of her cousin Bilal. He threatens her with a gun, forces himself on her, and treats her like property. When Hamood spots her sitting alone under a baobab tree as night falls, something stirs in his silent heart. Tsintar Aya Book 1 weaves together these two wounded souls, asking whether connection and redemption are possible for those whom society has already condemned.

Main Characters in Tsintar Aya Book 1

• Prince Hamood (Hamood) – The silent prince who never speaks. He communicates entirely through writing. He walks and runs at extraordinary speed, and palace workers mock him behind his back. He has been dismissed from the palace by his father for bringing women into the royal compound.
• Mai Martaba (The King/Me Martaba) – Hamood’s father. He dismisses his son for violating palace rules. He is accustomed to Hamood’s silent nature but shows no leniency.
• Galadima – A high-ranking palace official. Hamood suspects that Galadima orchestrated his downfall and the punishment he received.
• The King’s Advisors – Including the Waziri, Sarkin Yaki, Magatakarda, and other high-ranking officials who stand in formation waiting for Hamood’s arrival.
• Hafsat – A young orphaned woman living under the brutal control of her cousin Bilal. She is abused, threatened with a gun, and sexually assaulted. She prays daily for deliverance.
• Bilal – Hafsat’s abusive cousin. He sexually assaults her, threatens to shoot her, and treats her as his property. He is leaving to return to school soon.
• The Servants (Amina and the older maid) – Female workers in Hamood’s part of the palace who gossip about him constantly, mocking his silence and laughing at his expense.
• The Palace Workers – Including floor cleaners and other staff who bow to Hamood even though they know he will not return their greetings.
• Mommy (Hafsat’s mother figure) – Referenced as the person Hafsat expects to arrive by car, possibly her aunt or guardian.

Complete English Translation of Tsintar Aya Book 1

Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Chapter One: The Silent Prince

Despite all the people behind him trying to outpace him from both front and back, they couldn’t keep up — because of the speed at which Hamood moved. His speed made him feel as if he would fly up into the sky. From time to time, he would glance at his wristwatch, quickening his footsteps to a swift pace. He walked for more than three minutes without changing his stride from a fast walk to a run, all while pulling the sleeves of his gown upward. His followers also began to run like scattered specks of dust as they re-entered the palace. Everyone looked at them with downcast eyes because they knew Hamood’s temperament — at this moment, if you looked at him, he would call you a hypocrite.

They arrived at the palace annex in a swift manner. Standing there, he encountered all the palace elders and those holding high positions in the palace — such as the Waziri, the Sarkin Yaki (Chief of War), the Magatakarda (Secretary), and others. They all formed lines on both sides, leaving an open space in the middle where you could clearly see His Royal Highness seated upon a luxurious royal throne, crafted with golden paint. Written on it was inscribed: “Daulatul Dinar!”

Without wasting any time, as he approached near His Royal Highness, he immediately bowed, showing a sign of greeting. But his mouth did not move, nor was there any indication that it would move! His Royal Highness looked at him for some time, as ten healthy minutes passed. But even then, Hamood had not greeted his father! His Royal Highness cleared his throat — a sound he was accustomed to from Hamood’s nature. A few seconds passed before he spoke.

“Hamood, what is your reason for bringing young women into the palace? Do you know that this is a great offense that this kingdom cannot forgive you for? If you are in the kingdom, do what you want — your Creator is watching you. But here, we will not tolerate it. Therefore, from today, let me never see you commit such an act again in this palace.”

Silence took over the place for a long moment. Between minutes and seconds, nearly thirty minutes passed, but Hamood did not move, did not raise his head, and showed no sign that he would move — as if even if it weren’t true, he could never deny it. The length of his silence caused His Royal Highness to say to him:

“You are dismissed.”

Without waiting for anything, he stood up immediately, lowered his head further in a sign of respect, then turned around swiftly just as he had come. As he prepared to leave the area near the Galadima, he stopped, and they looked at each other. At once, the Galadima raised his head, and without even finishing looking at him, Hamood passed by in haste.

Up until that moment, he was running, but both his eyes were closed, while his followers followed him in a state of anxiety. His timing was perfect, so exactly when he reached where he wanted to stop, he stopped, breathing heavily. The chief among his followers looked at him, then raised his hand, signaling for him to give him a pen and paper. Fear of death had seized them all because they knew that today, they had been provoked. In haste, he wrote:

“Next week”

He handed it to the man, whose body was even trembling. He glanced at the paper from behind, then took it and said, bowing:

“They have been waiting for you for a very long time, Your Highness. Please, consider their excuse.”

Hamood closed his eyes, then opened them and fixed his gaze on the man. Then he signaled to him again with the pen and paper. Quickly, he handed him a medium-sized jotter…

“Your own is what is painful. Do for them whatever is appropriate. Give me an explanation in writing. Do not forget that I am watching everything.”

“Thank you for this kindness, Your Highness. I will send your document right away.”

Hamood gave him a side smile, then stepped back step by step before turning and disappearing swiftly — like someone competing in a race!

Chapter Two: The Gossip of the Servants

He opened the door to his own section of the palace himself and entered inside. He stopped in front of the workers cleaning the floor and gave them a thorough look. They all scattered, offering greetings — even though they were certain that he would not return their greeting. He closed his eyes as the standing AC in the parlor blew a wave of cold, scented air onto him. Then he slipped both his hands into his pockets and went upstairs without saying a single word to any of them.

The two young maids who were trying to arrange the other side did not notice his arrival at all. This caused the older one among them to show the younger one a picture, saying:

“Look carefully and see, Amina. He is talking! There’s nothing he can do except arrogant nonsense. But we would say he can’t handle women? Look at this picture — how he is hugging this woman, we would say she is his wife. Yet everyone knows he has never married. This is how the devil does things — both women and men in this house — you keep collecting and eating. But as soon as he comes out, you won’t even find a smile on his face, let alone know where he’s hurting.”

The younger one responded, saying:

“Truly! I have heard stories about this man. In this kingdom, everyone opens their mouth saying ‘Prince Mood, Prince Mood.’ I thought he was something perfect, but he’s just the son of so-and-so.”

They both laughed before clapping and whispering. As if he hadn’t heard what they said, he passed without acknowledging them. He entered the bedroom that belonged to him in his section. His appearance greatly frightened the younger maid, who quickly dropped the older one as she tried to greet him, her voice trembling.

For the very first time, he turned back and gave all of them a look. They were crouching down. If you listened at that moment, you would hear how each of their hearts was beating — “kuuuu” — a sign that they were surely waiting for their dismissal! Without saying a word to them, he entered his room. The older maid began to stand up.

“He is deaf, just as they say his mother was deaf. Since I have been with him, I have never heard his words.”

Amina looked at her.

“But he hears everything that is said. The illness is just muteness. I don’t know if it’s true. But now, if he is not deaf, he should have heard what we were saying about him.”

The older maid laughed a thin laugh and said:

“When I see pictures like these in this section, I feel like he hears everything we say. But when we are around him, he doesn’t say anything, and I feel like he truly doesn’t hear. But then, everything is given in writing. If you speak to him, he gives you an answer in writing. You see, if he understands your words, then he hears — he is not deaf.”

She continued the cleaning she was doing before saying:

“Whether he hears or doesn’t hear, it’s about him. I’m just grateful that I spoke about that son of — the arrogant one, the one who can’t even tolerate insults.”

And so they continued their gossip until they finished their work and left.

Chapter Three: The Weight of Silence

He pulled his phone close to him and began trying to send messages, as he always did because he does not speak. He held his phone tightly in his hand, sending messages and receiving replies. Life was causing him intense pain; his heart was burning. What does everyone not know about him? What did he do to people? Is there some defect in him? What is the problem in life? The only thing he saw was that he did not speak — let alone engage with people.

What His Royal Highness said to him confirmed that the Galadima was the one who plotted this evil against him. Should he return to London? If he left the town to them, he thought that would be best — for him at least. But what would he do about his mother? Even if he gathered the whole world, he was certain she would never let him leave the town. So what would he do?

He lay down slowly, feeling the softness of the mattress on the bed, and closed his eyes. Many things drifted through his mind. He sprang up, grabbed his phone as always, and swiftly left his room to the ground floor, then left the entire house altogether, walking swiftly. He wore a black tracksuit with red stripes and a mark on the body indicating that it was directly from the Nike brand.

The hot weather caused him to sweat profusely, especially since he was still running like someone exercising. He walked a long distance — so far that he went and returned entirely. His consciousness led him to a young girl he saw sitting at the base of a baobab tree beside a house. From the time he passed and saw her there, evening had fallen. How could she be sitting under a tree at night? This road was not a road that people followed. Even he, a man, was struggling to make sure he reached home before nightfall. So what was she doing here?

Her head was in her lap, so he couldn’t see her face, but he confirmed that she was a very young girl. So what was this? The thought that the world is uncertain made him lift his head from looking at her just to another direction. He continued his run until he reached the mosque at the palace gate. Here, he rested, performed ablution. The cold AC and the fans in the mosque dried him off, and even all the sweat he had produced smelled like perfume.

He did not leave the mosque until he had prayed Isha, followed by supererogatory prayers and witr. As he came out of the mosque, trying to enter the house, his heart inclined toward wanting to know the condition of that girl. Another part of his heart informed him that he had definitely made a mistake — that it was not his business — but could she read? Was she Western-educated? What language would he speak to her with? Remembering this forced him to turn back and enter the house swiftly as always. It was as if Hamood was afflicted with an inability to walk calmly or like a normal person. It was either a frantic run or the speed of jinn — he could not walk the way everyone else walks except a swift, fast pace.

As always, he entered his section of the palace running. Even though the speed he was moving at was not the kind that would make you think anyone was chasing him from behind, without a doubt, he was running — like strong men who take massive strides. As always, he heard the sound of his workers gossiping about him, but he didn’t even look at where they were because he had no time for them, not even a little. So be it! He rushed through his bath and prepared himself impeccably, like someone going to a club, in small clothes, with a facing cap and white glasses on his eyes. If you saw him, you would rise to your feet — that’s how handsome he was.

His heart thought of nothing but that girl under the baobab tree. But by now, she must have left. He uttered this after glancing at his wristwatch and seeing that the time had struck 8:30 plus two more minutes! He took a breath and then left his section. But this time, he was not running — he was walking like someone whose insides had burst!

Chapter Four: Hafsat’s Nightmare

Her body was trembling as she saw the darkness growing. She wanted nothing except to see the arrival of her mother’s car. If she stayed here, something could surely get her because 8:30 had passed, according to what her phone’s clock could show her. She would prefer whatever beating Mommy Sauda would give her, as long as she returned home today and found Bilal in the house. But seeing the time pass like this forced her to follow the path home with great fear and anxiety.

Carefully, she pushed the gate open and entered. Then quickly, she slipped behind the flowers in the compound, only to feel her hand grabbed, as she screamed:

“Oh my God, Mommy!”

Bilal frightened her, pulling her all the way into the parlor. He removed her hijab from her body, smiling, then reached his hand and touched her chest. He turned her to face forward, while he pressed his chest against her back, his hands on her breasts. He placed his breath on her neck and said:

“You are worthless, Hafsat. You don’t know your worth. It’s only right that you know that tomorrow I am returning to school, and since you are strong enough, I will get my needs from you. This time, if you say you will run away, the gun I showed you — I will use it to shoot you, and you will go to the afterlife, I swear.”

Her body trembling, she said:

“Bilal, for Allah’s sake, fear Allah. Help me. I haven’t done anything to you. I am an orphan. Don’t destroy my life.”

He unzipped her dress, sliding it down to the floor. Then, with an evil laugh, he reached his hand and opened the button of her mother’s bra. With greed, he touched her breasts. He closed his eyes and said in a certain voice:

“Ahhhh shhhhiiii… Come on, Hafsat, how will I live without enjoying you? How will I leave this softness of your mother’s and let it escape my hands without enjoying it? You will just have to be patient.”

She closed her eyes and began mentioning the name of Allah softly. A horn honked at the gate of the house — a sign indicating that surely the woman of the house had arrived. This forced Bilal to release Hafsat. In a loud voice, he said:

“Gather your things, you daughter of your uncle’s vermin. Go to your room. If I see any sign on your face indicating that I did anything to you, I will humiliate you, I swear. Now, go!”

Her body trembling, she picked up her hijab and the rest of her clothes and headed to the room that belonged to her. She locked herself in and covered her body, especially her breasts that Bilal had touched, forcing his way due to the arrival of her period. She felt like the ground should open up and swallow her, she was in such bitter darkness. If only she had kind relatives. If only she, Hafsat, could be married off to someone in the village, away from Bilal. If only she could rest, truly rest from this garment of darkness she wore in life!

Will Hamood find the girl under the baobab tree? Will Hafsat ever escape Bilal’s abuse? Can two wounded souls find each other across the divide of palace and poverty? Continue reading Tsintar Aya Book 1 to follow this gripping story of silence, suffering, and unexpected connection.

Themes & Analysis

Tsintar Aya Book 1 Complete Hausa Novels weaves together powerful and challenging themes:

• Silence as Survival: Prince Hamood never speaks. Whether this is by choice, trauma, or medical condition is left ambiguous. His silence becomes both his prison and his power — he observes everything, remembers everything, and communicates only on his own terms.
• The Cruelty of Gossip and Judgment: Palace servants mock Hamood relentlessly behind his back, calling him “Prince Mood” and laughing at his expense. Yet they bow and show respect to his face. The novel exposes the hypocrisy of those who serve power while secretly despising it.
• Parental Rejection: Hamood’s own father dismisses him without a full hearing, believing the Galadima’s plot against him. The pain of being rejected by one’s parent — especially for a perceived violation — runs deep.
• Orphanhood and Vulnerability: Hafsat’s status as an orphan makes her easy prey for her cousin Bilal. With no parents to protect her and no relatives to intervene, she is trapped in a cycle of abuse.
• Sexual Assault and Coercion: The novel does not shy away from depicting Bilal’s assault of Hafsat. She prays to Allah, cries out, and begs — but he overpowers her. This is a raw portrayal of the reality many young women face.
• Class and Power Imbalance: Hamood is a prince with servants, guards, and a palace. Hafsat is an orphan living in fear. Yet both are trapped — he by his silence and palace politics, she by poverty and lack of protection.
• The Gaze and Human Connection: When Hamood sees Hafsat under the baobab tree at night, something shifts in him. Despite his silence and his usual detachment, he feels compelled to check on her. This small act of concern suggests that human connection can pierce even the thickest walls.

Why You Should Read Tsintar Aya Book 1 Complete Hausa Novels

Tsintar Aya Book 1 is essential reading for fans of Hausa fiction, royal dramas, and stories of survival against impossible odds. This novel offers:

• A unique silent protagonist who communicates only through writing
• Raw, unflinching portrayal of abuse and its psychological toll
• Palace intrigue and the politics of royal succession
• Parallel narratives of two wounded characters from opposite worlds
• Exploration of mutism, isolation, and the cruelty of gossip
• A cliffhanger ending that will leave you desperate for Book 2

Continue exploring more dramatic stories from our Complete Hausa Novels collection and discover other Hausa novels in English translation.

Frequently Asked Questions About Tsintar Aya Book 1

What is Tsintar Aya Book 1 about?

Tsintar Aya Book 1 Complete Hausa Novels tells the parallel stories of Prince Hamood — a silent royal who never speaks and communicates only through writing — and Hafsat — an orphaned young woman abused by her cousin Bilal. When Hamood spots Hafsat sitting under a baobab tree at night, their lives begin to intersect.

Why doesn’t Prince Hamood speak?

The novel does not explicitly reveal why Hamood is mute. His servants gossip that his mother was also deaf. Whether his muteness is congenital, trauma-induced, or a choice is left ambiguous. What is clear is that he communicates entirely through writing and has never been heard to speak.

Why was Hamood dismissed from the palace?

His father, the King, dismisses him for bringing young women into the palace — a crime the kingdom cannot forgive. Hamood suspects that the Galadima plotted against him. He does not defend himself or explain, accepting the punishment in silence.

Who is Bilal?

Bilal is Hafsat’s cousin. He sexually assaults her, threatens her with a gun, and treats her as his property. He is preparing to return to school soon, which Hafsat desperately hopes will give her a reprieve.

What happens to Hafsat in this chapter?

Hafsat is returning home after dark, hoping to avoid Bilal. He catches her, forces her into the parlor, removes her hijab, unzips her dress, and sexually assaults her. She cries out to Allah and begs him to fear God, but he overpowers her. He releases her only when a car horn signals that the woman of the house has arrived.

What is the significance of the baobab tree?

The baobab tree is where Hamood first sees Hafsat sitting alone as night falls. Her vulnerability and isolation disturb him, and he cannot stop thinking about her. The tree symbolizes the intersection of their two worlds — palace and poverty, silence and suffering.

What does “Tsintar Aya” mean?

“Tsintar Aya” is a Hausa phrase that roughly translates to “gathering attention” or “collecting moments” — reflecting how the novel brings together two wounded characters whose paths are about to cross.

Is this a complete English translation of the original Hausa novel?

Yes. This post provides a complete English translation of Tsintar Aya Book 1 as shared in the original text. The translation preserves the emotional intensity, cultural context, and authentic dialogue of the original Hausa version.

Will there be a Book 2?

This is Book 1 of the Tsintar Aya series. The story continues in subsequent books, following Hamood and Hafsat’s intersecting journeys.

Is this novel suitable for all readers?

The novel contains scenes of sexual assault, abuse, and psychological trauma. Reader discretion is advised for sensitive audiences.