About Hibbatulla Book 1 Complete Hausa Novels

Hibbatulla Book 1 Complete Hausa Novels opens inside a hospital room in India, where young Prince Aryaan lies motionless on a bed. At just seven years old, he has spent an entire year in a coma, battling Medulloblastoma — an aggressive cancerous brain tumor. His mother, the beautiful and educated Gimbiya Najmiyyah, a pure Arab by lineage, has not left his side for a single day.

The novel captures the agony of watching a child suffer, the flicker of hope when he briefly opens his eyes, and the devastating crash when he slips back into unconsciousness. When Dr. Bature reveals that while the cancer is gone, the mysterious “shock” attacking Prince Aryaan’s brain remains undetectable — and could lead to memory loss, madness, or even death — his father, Mai Martaba Umar Farouq Bahago, issues an ultimatum: two weeks to find a solution, or he will take his son to Germany.

Woven into this medical drama is the subplot of Zaiton, Prince Aryaan’s two-year-old sister, who refuses to be comforted by anyone except her mother and her dedicated nursemaid. Through tears, prayers, and royal determination, Hibbatulla Book 1 is a testament to the unbreakable bond between parent and child.

Main Characters in Hibbatulla Book 1

• Prince Aryaan – A seven-year-old boy of Arab descent who has been in a coma for one year, battling Medulloblastoma (brain cancer). He briefly awakens but slips back into unconsciousness.
• Her Majesty Gimbiya Najmiyyah Umar Farouq Bahago – Prince Aryaan’s mother. A complete Arab woman in appearance and lineage, highly educated in both Western and Arabic knowledge. She never leaves her son’s side and prays constantly for his recovery.
• Mai Martaba Umar Farouq Bahago – Prince Aryaan’s father. A powerful royal figure who rushes back from the airport when he hears his son briefly awakened. He issues a two-week ultimatum to the doctors.
• Dr. Bature – The lead doctor treating Prince Aryaan. He delivers the difficult news that while the cancer is gone, an undetectable “shock” continues to attack the prince’s brain.
• Zaiton – Prince Aryaan’s two-year-old sister. She is stubborn and only accepts her mother, father, and her dedicated nursemaid.
• The Nursemaid (Jakadiya) – The trusted caregiver who looks after Zaiton and helps her fall asleep while walking through the hospital.
• The Royal Guards (Dogarawa) – Two large, physically fit men who stand guard outside Prince Aryaan’s room and accompany Mai Martaba everywhere.
• Dr. Ramu – Another doctor treating Prince Aryaan (referenced but not featured directly).

Complete English Translation of Hibbatulla 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 Prince Who Would Not Wake

There was a very handsome little boy, no more than seven years old, lying on a bed like a sick person. With one look at him, you would know that this boy carried Arab blood — there was no place where he did not resemble them. From his pointed nose, light complexion, small mouth, fair skin, and all the other natural features of Arabs — this little boy possessed them all. Oxygen therapy was inserted into his small nostrils, playing a crucial role in delivering oxygen gas to him so he could breathe properly.

Sitting beside him on a caregiver’s chair was his mother — Her Majesty, Gimbiya Najmiyyah Umar Farouq Bahago. With one look at her, you would confirm that she was a complete Arab woman. Her resemblance to her son was identical — like a calabash cut in half. She was a beautiful woman, aware of her status, her wealth, and possessing abundant knowledge of both Arabic and Western education.

With a second look, you would notice the intense anxiety that filled her — caused by nothing other than seeing her most beloved son lying there, in a condition where one could say he was between life and death. He had been in a coma for a full year now. He was suffering from Medulloblastoma — a cancerous brain tumor.

Both her hands were clasped inside his. She was crying softly and quietly — a sound you would not hear unless you bent your ears close. Her eyes were completely red; the white parts that once were there had long since turned to pure hot red.

She looked at her son countless times as he struggled to breathe with the help of artificial oxygen gas.

She said, “Please, Aryaan, my son, you just have to stand on your feet again. Aryaan, please wake up. This sickness has gone on long enough. It’s been nearly a year now that you’ve been in a coma. Please, son, wake up. I don’t want to lose you for the second time again, Aryaan. O Allah, I beg You, grant my son health for the sake of the best of creation, Prophet Muhammad (SAW). And if he will not wake up, then O Allah, I beg You to hasten to bring an end to this suffering.”

Then tears overcame her. The power of Allah! They say sickness is not death. And today, at this very moment, Allah accepted the prayer of this servant of Allah, whose mouth never tires of begging the Almighty for her son’s health. Behold, today, Allah, the King, the Possessor of all, accepted her prayer. Little by little, she saw him begin to open his eyes.

With strength, she exclaimed, “My prince!”

She moved closer to him, shedding tears of joy. He looked at her but could not recognize her. Then he began to close his eyes again. At the same time, his breathing began to rise and fall erratically. Quickly, she ran out of the room, screaming for the doctor urgently. With all her strength, she called out, “Doctor! Doctor! Please come and save my child. He’s dying. Please help him!”

At the door of the room stood two large, physically fit guards, standing watch. When they saw her come out frantic, calling the doctor’s name, they quickly bowed in respect, saying, “May Allah help the Princess. What is happening?”

She did not respond to them because, truly, she was not in control of herself. Her only concern was to see Dr. Bature or Dr. Ramu — the doctors treating her son. Without wasting time, she returned with Dr. Bature, who was scolding the nurses following behind him about why they should keep their distance from patients — especially given the prince’s condition. At any time, he could wake up and then slip back. The nurses kept apologizing and offering excuses. He told them that if this happened again, they could lose their jobs over the prince, so they should be careful.

They entered the room and saw the guards holding the prince, looking at him with pity.

With force, the Princess said, “Get out! Make way for people. What can you do for him by holding him and looking at him? Get lost immediately!” (This was not her usual manner, but her son’s illness had turned her into a calamity for everyone.) With haste, they bowed in respect again, prayed for the prince’s recovery as always, and left.

She turned her attention to Dr. Bature, who had knelt down and placed one ear directly over the prince’s heart, wanting to confirm for himself whether he was breathing or not — because before they arrived, his already erratic breathing had stopped completely! He couldn’t understand anything, so he used the stethoscope hanging around his neck.

“Doctor, has he died?” He heard her say in a tearful voice. Without answering her, he confirmed the accurate information from the stethoscope.

He sighed with relief and said, “Long may you live. The prince is still alive. I think he tried to return to life as usual, but then his brain failed to handle the shock that has remained undetectable until today. Now, what I’m telling you is that he has returned to the coma again. So we must wait once more for his recovery — for the countless time.”

A great cry escaped her. She said, “No! My son, please wake up. Aryaan, I cannot afford to lose you for the second time again. Aryaan, you are my life. You are the one who, when I look at you, reminds me of my other Aryaan. So please, stand up!”

Dr. Bature lowered his eyes. He deeply pitied these servants of Allah, how in one moment they were shattered and destroyed over the illness of their son — a little boy who didn’t even know where he was, now for an entire year.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and said, “Princess, we must all be patient and persist in prayers. Sickness is truly not death. Insha Allah, the prince will wake up healthy and well very soon. By the way, has His Royal Highness left? Has he gone to the airport?”

She smiled bitterly and said, “Yes, I swear I think he hasn’t reached the airport yet because he hasn’t been gone long. Why, did he tell you before he left?”

“He told me, but I was in the theater room, which is why I didn’t know the time he left. But before I went in, we greeted each other.”

Full of emotion, he said again, “Allah is King. Our Hajiya has passed — her time came. She has gone ahead of us to the home of truth. May Allah have mercy on her. For us, when our time comes, O Allah, do not let us fail in faith and good deeds.”

“Ameen, for the sake of the Prophet,” she said, wiping the tears that had started to fall with the back of her hand.

He said, “When His Royal Highness returns, there is something I need to discuss with him relating to the little prince’s health.”

She felt her face fall. She said, “Dr. Bature, is everything okay?”

He smiled slightly and said, “No, it’s nothing, long may you live. Truly, my discussion is with him. So just forget it. When he returns, we will talk.”

“Oh, Doctor, I am also a parent — I am his biological mother. So why would you hide something from me and say you will only discuss it with his father? Please, just tell me everything that is going on. I cannot wait until he returns. Just tell me — is my son going to end his life in this condition? Because I suspect that what is on your mind, what you are planning to tell His Royal Highness…”

Tears overcame her. He looked around, urging her to be patient and quiet, but she refused. So he had to take his leave and go to his office, after warning the nurses that no one should dare distance themselves from the prince again. Given the condition he was in, there was emergency care they should have given him before calling the doctor, but no one was there at the time. He assured them that if they dared — even jokingly — to repeat that, they would have to deal with their superiors, and they knew what that meant.

She fell silent. She pulled herself to where her phone was. Without wasting time, she called His Royal Highness to confirm whether they had reached the airport — because he hadn’t been gone long when the prince woke up. Fortunately, the call went through. When he answered, she broke into tears and told him that the prince had woken up and then slipped back, as always. He sent prayers. He himself felt tears gather in the corners of his eyes. When would Prince Aryaan ever wake up? This troubled his mind.

She told him everything that happened with Dr. Bature — that she couldn’t wait until he returned to discuss it. Any excuse he made was now secondary to his son’s illness. He did not play games with the matter of his only son’s sickness. Even though his mother had died — which was why he was trying to return to Nigeria — that did not stop him from ordering the car to turn back toward the hospital.

Chapter Two: Zaiton — The Little Princess

A trusted nursemaid entered the room, carrying a two-year-old baby girl. She was the prince’s younger sister, Zaiton — a very stubborn child who did not get along with anyone except her mother and father, and the nursemaid in whose care she had been entrusted, which was why she tolerated her. Now, the story was that she had caused a fight when she saw His Royal Highness about to leave — insisting that she would go with him. So they tricked her, telling the nursemaid to carry her and walk around the hospital until she fell asleep. That was why they were now entering the room.

“Did the nursemaid fall asleep?”

“Yes, long may you live. She slept a while ago. I just kept walking around to deepen her sleep.”

As she finished speaking, she reached an extra bed and laid her down gently, like an egg they feared would break. They were alone in the room because, due to their status, this room was reserved exclusively for them. Also, because of the prince’s condition — he did not like people’s noise — he had been isolated from the other patients.

Without wasting time, His Royal Highness arrived with his two guards following behind him. They were walking with great haste, as if they would fly up into the sky, as soon as they began their stride after getting out of the car. The people just watched them, especially His Royal Highness, who I can almost say was not in his right mind. They headed straight to Dr. Bature’s office, which was in the ward where Prince Aryaan was staying.

Chapter Three: The Doctor’s Terrible News

“The power of Allah! Your Highness, wasn’t I told you had been delayed at the airport? I thought your plane had just flown, yet here you are. Welcome back safely,” Dr. Bature said as his eyes fell on His Royal Highness, who entered the office with a greeting on his lips.

His Royal Highness found a seat and sat down, removing his royal cap and placing it on the table between them. Then he opened his mouth and said, “I was told you wanted to speak with me about my son’s illness — that is the reason I turned back.”

“Kash! So it was the Princess who made you turn back? I told her to leave it until you returned so we could talk, but…”

His Royal Highness quickly drew a breath. “Look, Bature, my son’s life is extremely important to me. I don’t think I could bear his death unless the Lord decreed it. With my health and everything I have, I feel and I see that I would not deliberately play with his life. So, Dr. Bature, Abu Sadiq, I cannot wait until I return before we talk. So now, tell me: what’s the deal? What do you want to tell me about the prince’s illness?”

Dr. Bature sighed and began to explain. “Your Royal Highness, in our capacity as expert doctors in India, we have done our utmost best to fight the Medulloblastoma brain tumor that your son had. And we succeeded. Now, he no longer has that disease. However, our computers have failed to detect the shock that keeps attacking his brain. We have done our utmost best to identify this problem, but one thing remains that shows us ‘NOT DETECTED.’ This shock is what keeps him in a coma. Every time he tries to return to life, this shock attacks him, causing his brain to be unable to withstand it, and he slips back into the coma. I am sorry to say, if this shock continues to attack him continuously, then he may lose his memory — he may forget some things that happened to him in past years, if he ever recovers. Or it could lead to mental madness. In fact, it could also lead to the death of the victim.”

Filled with anger, Mai Martaba Umar Farouq Bahago stood up and struck the table between them a heavy, serious blow. Then he raised his index finger, pointing it at Dr. Bature, and said, “Dr. Bature, your words are becoming too harsh. So quickly guard your tongue. My son will never go mad as you are wishing for him. Prince Aryaan, Insha Allah, very soon will wake up. He will return and continue his life like every other human being. I am giving you two weeks from now! If I do not see any changes, then I will take my son to another country — because you are not the only expert doctors on this earth. All this is useless work.”

He sighed, picked up his royal cap from the table, fixed it on his head, and stormed out of the office. Dr. Bature just watched him go, speechless. His Royal Highness did not stop to hear any advice — he just left with harsh words. Dr. Bature simply shook his head, making it clear to himself that slowly, slowly, he would make him understand what he wanted to tell him about his son’s illness.

Chapter Four: A Mother’s Tears, A Father’s Promise

His Royal Highness left and went straight to the room where the prince was staying, with his guards behind him. As he entered the room, he found the Princess sitting close to the prince, her hands clasped inside his as usual. He did not want to add to the worry she was already feeling, so he quickly swallowed the bitterness he had received from Dr. Bature.

Tears began to stream down her cheeks as their eyes met. He shook his head at her and said, “Ah, my Najmiy, don’t start. We will continue to pray for Aryaan. Insha Allah, he will wake up by the permission of Allah Ta’ala. Come on, wipe up your tears and put a smile on your face for your dear King.”

A kind of pretty smile appeared on her face, which even helped her forget the difficulty she was in for a few moments. Quickly, she did as he said.

He moved closer and told her about how she had forced his hand regarding Dr. Bature. She cried a lot while His Royal Highness kept consoling her. Finally, she was comforted and entrusted everything to Allah. He bid her farewell and left, saying that after they performed the three days of sacrifice, he would return to check on the prince. If there were no changes, then they would take him to Germany.

What will happen to Prince Aryaan? Will he wake up within two weeks? Can Dr. Bature find the source of the mysterious shock? And what secret was he trying to tell His Royal Highness? Continue reading Hibbatulla Book 1 to follow this emotional journey of faith, family, and the fight for a child’s life.

Themes & Analysis

Hibbatulla Book 1 Complete Hausa Novels weaves together powerful themes that resonate deeply with readers:

• A Mother’s Unconditional Love: Gimbiya Najmiyyah has not left her son’s side for an entire year. She prays constantly, cries silently, and refuses to accept that he might not wake up. Her love is fierce, unwavering, and deeply moving.
• The Power of Prayer and Faith: The novel emphasizes that sickness is not death. The mother’s prayer to Allah, for the sake of Prophet Muhammad (SAW), is answered when her son briefly opens his eyes. Faith is presented as a source of strength and hope.
• Royal Status and Human Vulnerability: Despite their wealth, power, and royal titles, Mai Martaba and Gimbiya Najmiyyah are as vulnerable as any parents watching their child suffer. Their status cannot shield them from pain.
• Medical Mystery and Parental Frustration: Dr. Bature’s inability to detect the “shock” attacking Prince Aryaan’s brain highlights the limits of modern medicine. The father’s ultimatum reflects the desperation parents feel when doctors have no answers.
• Sibling Bonds: Princess Zaiton, though only two years old, is clearly connected to her brother. Her stubbornness and refusal to be comforted by anyone except close family suggests she senses the family’s trauma.
• Grief Anticipated: The mother’s plea to Allah — either heal my son or take him quickly — captures the unbearable agony of watching a child suffer without end.
• Loss and Memory: The mention of “my other Aryaan” hints that the princess has lost another child before. This makes her desperation to save Prince Aryaan even more heartbreaking.

Why You Should Read Hibbatulla Book 1 Complete Hausa Novels

Hibbatulla Book 1 is essential reading for fans of emotional Hausa fiction, family dramas, and stories of faith in the face of tragedy. This novel offers:

• A deeply emotional narrative that will bring tears to your eyes
• Authentic portrayal of royal Hausa-Muslim family dynamics
• Exploration of the parent-child bond at its most vulnerable
• The intersection of modern medicine and spiritual faith
• A strong, educated female protagonist who is both powerful and powerless
• A medical mystery that keeps readers hoping for a miracle

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

Frequently Asked Questions About Hibbatulla Book 1

What is Hibbatulla Book 1 about?

Hibbatulla Book 1 Complete Hausa Novels tells the story of Prince Aryaan, a seven-year-old boy who has been in a coma for one year battling Medulloblastoma (brain cancer). His mother never leaves his side, and when he briefly awakens, hope rises — only to be crushed when he slips back. The father issues a two-week ultimatum to the doctors: find a solution or we go to Germany.

What is Medulloblastoma?

Medulloblastoma is a cancerous brain tumor that primarily affects children. In the novel, Prince Aryaan has successfully been treated for the cancer itself, but the “shock” that keeps attacking his brain remains undetectable and continues to prevent him from fully waking.

Who is Gimbiya Najmiyyah?

She is Prince Aryaan’s mother, Her Majesty. She is of pure Arab lineage, highly educated in both Western and Arabic knowledge. She has spent every single day of her son’s coma at his bedside, praying for his recovery.

Why did His Royal Highness turn back from the airport?

He was on his way to Nigeria because his mother had died. However, when his wife called to tell him that Prince Aryaan had briefly woken up, and then to share Dr. Bature’s concerning behavior, he ordered his driver to turn back to the hospital immediately.

What is the “shock” Dr. Bature mentions?

The “shock” is an undetectable phenomenon that attacks Prince Aryaan’s brain every time he tries to regain consciousness. The hospital’s computers show “NOT DETECTED” when trying to identify it. Dr. Bature warns that continued attacks could lead to memory loss, mental madness, or death.

Who is Zaiton?

Zaiton is Prince Aryaan’s two-year-old sister. She is described as very stubborn, refusing to be comforted by anyone except her mother, father, and her dedicated nursemaid. She caused a fight when she saw her father about to leave the hospital, insisting on going with him.

What is the two-week ultimatum?

Mai Martaba Umar Farouq Bahago gives Dr. Bature and the medical team two weeks to show changes in Prince Aryaan’s condition. If there are no improvements, he will take his son to Germany for treatment.

What does “Hibbatulla” mean?

Hibbatulla is an Arabic-derived name meaning “Gift of Allah.” It reflects the novel’s themes of faith, divine mercy, and the preciousness of children.

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

Yes. This post provides a complete English translation of Hibbatulla 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 Hibbatulla series. The story continues in subsequent books, following Prince Aryaan’s medical journey and the family’s emotional struggle.