Nida Yaya Lameer Book Compelet

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Chapter 1 / Pages 1–2

"By Allah, I am not going anywhere! Hump! Grandmother, what is actually wrong with you? Or is this just the delusion of old age?"

The voice belonged to a young maiden who could not have been more than fourteen years old. Her grandmother, who was around sixty-five years old, replied, "Oh, please, my granddaughter, my Zainab, my precious jewel, please go. You can see he is waiting for you, so don't keep him waiting!"

Zainab pouted her lips in that signature, spoiled manner characteristic of a grandmother’s favorite, and declared, "By Allah, this guy is a total tease! Just yesterday, he pinched my lips out of pure wickedness. I am tired of going to his place!"

Grandmother began pushing her forward, saying, "Please, Abulle, go. I don't want any of your stubbornness."

Zainab gave a slight smile and thought to herself, Hmm, by Allah, I know how to deal with him today.

She ran off immediately without even grabbing her veil. Grandmother could only call out, "Safe return, my Abulle!" Without even looking back, she didn't stop until she reached the front of the house, right where he had parked his car.

Only then did I get a good look at her. Not bad at all; she was a pretty girl of medium build. She had a chocolate complexion, expressive eyes, a sharp nose, and a lovely small mouth. She was neither too tall nor too short—just the right height. She wore an Ankara two-piece outfit consisting of a top and wrapper, paired with a headscarf. Her face was completely free of makeup, as she rarely wore any.

He was standing, leaning against his car—a handsome, light-skinned, tall young man. The moment I looked at him, I said, Mashallah, because the guy was impeccably put together without a single flaw. He looked educated, sophisticated, and it was clear money lived comfortably on his skin.

The moment she arrived, she slammed on the brakes right in front of him. He quickly stepped back, exclaiming, "Subhanallah!" thinking a horse had charged at him in full speed.

"Oh, YAYA LAMEER! Honestly, today you look so fine. Give me that huge phone of yours so I can take your picture!" Without waiting, she plunged her hand straight into his pocket, trying to pull it out.

He grabbed her hand firmly, looking right at her as he wore a frown. "Zainab, when on earth are you going to grow up?"

She shot him a glare, then immediately twisted her face into a pout. "Oh, please just let me take your picture today! You look exceptionally handsome."

He handed her the phone. Because she didn't really know how to use it, she couldn't find the right buttons and practically bumped right into his chest. "There! Actually, never mind taking the picture; just turn on my game!"

As she began showing him what to do with her hands and feet, he caught her hand and said, "Alright, fine. Today I won't turn it on for you unless you agree to go back to Ammi's place."

She shrugged her shoulders. "Uhm uhm! By Allah, she won't agree. You're the one—no, I refuse!"

He turned as if to get into his car, pretending to be angry. Swiftly, she darted in front of him, wrapped her arms tightly around him, and clung to his body. Pouting her lips with extreme coyness, she whispered, "I'm sorry, Yayah Lameer. I'll go back, but only if I get to sleep in Ammi's room. Do you agree?"

A smile touched his lips. He closed his eyes and nodded to signal his agreement.

"Yay! Turn on my game now!" she cheered.

He replied, "Let's go inside, and I'll turn it on for you in KAKAH's room."

Chapter 2 / Pages 3–4

As they stepped inside, they found Grandmother sprawled across the sofa, dozing off. They greeted her, and her eyes popped open as a wide grin spread across her face.

"Ah, LAMEERU, my younger uncle's son! Is it today you decided to actually step inside instead of just calling her on the phone while you sit outside in the car? What brought you in today?"

He replied, "May Allah grant you patience, Grandmother. What brought me here today is to pack Zainab's things so we can head home. You don't know I'm upset with you since you're keeping my wife here."

Zainab's eyes widened in shock. "Chaf chaf! God forbid, by Allah, he's lying! Whose wife am I? I am not a wife!" She burst into tears, pointing directly at herself. "I told you, YAYA LAMEER, stop calling me a wife! People will belittle me and think I'm actually a married woman!" She cried dramatically.

He quickly rushed to her side, pulled her into his embrace, and gently patted her back to soothe her. "Sorry, My Wife. I won't do it again."

Instantly, her tears vanished. She burst into laughter, jumped back onto him, and exclaimed, "Yay, YAYA LAMEER! That's how I like it—just as long as you don't call me a wife!" (Laughs. Listen to Ummu Inteesar: "What does 'Wife' even mean? I thought they were both the same!" 😜)

Grandmother chuckled, "You silly, foolish girl! Even if LAMEERU hadn't come today, I had already planned to kick you out of this house. You have no job description other than foolishness!"

Zainab stuck her tongue out at Grandmother. "You're just suffering from the delusions of old age!"

Footsteps sounded at the door, and we all turned to look. It was Abbu, accompanied by Ammi, Baba, and Umma.

Quickly, I slipped down from YAYA LAMEER's body, darted over, and jumped onto Abbu. "Welcome back, my Abbu!"

He caught me with a smile and said, "Welcome, my Ummi."

We exchanged smiles and took our seats on the parlor couches.

Baba spoke up, "Gwoggo, we heard Ummi is back in this house." (They called Zainab "Ummi" because she shared the name of her grandmother, Gwoggo).

Before Grandmother could reply, Zainab blurted out, "By Allah, Baba, Yaya Lameer is the one who..."

Before she could finish, Umma slapped her lightly across the mouth to silence her. Ammi immediately intervened, "Haba! What kind of behavior is that, hitting her mouth? Let her speak! How do you know whether he did something wrong to her?"

Umma retorted, "Haba! You all live in the same house; how could he do anything improper to her?"

Ammi countered, "But you know their apartment wings are completely separate, right?"

Umma insisted, "Even so..."

Zainab tried again, "And by Allah, right here..."

Baba barked a sharp command, "Ummi! What are you doing?"

Grandmother sighed, "By Allah, she has completely exhausted me! LAMEERU, take her and leave!"

As if waiting for the cue, he grabbed her hand, and they walked outside. Abbu and Baba burst out laughing, while Grandmother continued grumbling.

He bundled her into the car, walked around to the driver's side, and drove off without uttering a word until they reached home. Wow, mashallah, the house was exceptionally gorgeous!

The moment he parked, he stepped out and walked inside without paying her any mind. She quickly hurried out of the car and followed right behind him, intercepting him just as he stepped into the parlor. "Yaya Lameer, what is going on?"

He ignored her entirely and sat down on the sofa. Without missing a beat, she flung herself onto his lap, bouncing up and down. Pouting her lips, she demanded, "What did I do to you?"

He reached out, pinched her ear hard enough to draw a squeak, and squeezed her mouth shut. She quickly buried her face in his chest and pleaded, "For God's sake, I'm sorry!" Whenever he did that, she always knew she had messed up.

He said, "Why won't this ear of yours ever listen, Zainab? How many times must I tell you that whatever happens between us should never be discussed with anyone?"

Cuddling closer to his chest with childlike sweetness, she whispered, "I forgot! I won't do it again. See? I didn't actually tell them anything, right?"

He gently tugged her nose. "Well, I know that if Umma hadn't blocked my Baby's mouth today, she would have spilled all our secrets."

She laughed. "I won't do it again, but honestly, that pinch hurt!"

He gently blew on her lips. "Then I'm sorry, my love."

She adjusted her position against his chest. "Yaya Lameer, I'm feeling sleepy."

"Did you perform your prayers?" he asked.

"Yes, I did. I even prayed with Grandmother before you arrived."

"Then sleep well." He adjusted her comfortably against him, picked up the remote control to turn on the TV, and lowered the volume. In no time at all, she was fast asleep—she never struggled to fall asleep.

He carried her into the bedroom, laid her gently on the bed, pulled the blanket over her, and returned to the parlor.

To be continued. More comments equal more typing! — Ummu Affan ✍🏽✍🏽

Chapter 3 / Pages 5–6

The call to Asr prayer prompted him to get up and head to the bedroom to wake up Ummi (meaning Zainab), not only because it was time for prayer, but also because sleeping late in the afternoon is discouraged.

He began gently stroking the soles of her feet. She fluttered her eyes open, saw him, and immediately pouted her lips with a spoiled whine. "Yaya Lameer, this sleep wasn't enough for me!"

He mirrored her expression, dropping his face into a mock pout. "My Wife, the call to prayer has already been made!"

She sat up, stretching sluggishly.

He caught her by the arms. "What is the meaning of this, my Baby?"

"It's your fault; I was just enjoying my sleep!"

"Alright, I'm sorry. You can sleep later. Come on, let's go perform ablution for prayer."

They entered the bathroom together, where he helped her perform ablution, carried her all the way to the prayer mat, and handed her a hijab. "Go ahead and pray while I run off to the mosque. Love you so much!"

She smiled. "Love you too, Yayanah."

He planted a kiss on her forehead and stepped out.

After finishing her prayers, she removed her hijab and headed over to Ammi's apartment, knowing they would have returned by now.

Luckily, she found Ammi in the kitchen preparing dinner. Ammi personally cooked all the meals and never allowed the house helps to handle the cooking; they were only tasked with washing dishes, sweeping, and other miscellaneous chores.

"Ah, Ammina! Just like you knew I was getting hungry!" Zainab cheered.

Ammi smiled. "You slept like a log and refused to wake up! I popped into your room earlier, and Lameer said you were still dead to the world."

Zainab smiled back. "Well, I'm awake now, Ammi."

Ammi looked at her. "Then come and help me with the cooking so you can master it properly for the future."

Zainab instantly thrust out her lower lip and began grumbling. Cooking was her absolute least favorite chore. "Oh, Ammi, I don't know how to cook!"

"By doing it, you'll learn."

Reluctantly, and against her will, she started helping, though most of it was just goofing around. Finally, Ammi told her to just stop and go sit down. Overjoyed, she poured herself a cup of tea and relaxed in the parlor to sip it while dinner finished cooking.

That night after Ishaa prayer, around 8:30 PM, everyone was gathered around the dining table eating dinner.

Zainab announced, "Ammi, you really know how to cook!"

They all laughed. Ammi replied, "That's why I want you to learn so you can do it yourself one day."

Lameer interjected, "Oh come on, Ammi, how old is she even to start learning how to cook this early?"

"Shut your mouth! You are always the one enabling Ummi and stopping her from learning anything. If she doesn't learn now, when will she? Or do you want a future where you come back complaining that your wife doesn't know how to cook?"

Abbu shook his head with a smile. "Leave your stubborn boy alone, Ammi. If he ever comes back complaining about that in the future, I already know what answer to give him."

Zainab pouted playfully. "Oh, Abbu! Today you're joining sides against me too?"

"Yes, even me!"

Lameer suddenly stood up, hoisted Zainab over his shoulder in a fireman's lift, and declared, "We're leaving! Goodnight, everyone!" He marched off.

As soon as he left, the rest of them burst into laughter. Ammi remarked, "Today I've really seen a modern youth, Alh. Did you see today's youth?"

Abbu smiled. "That's nothing new to us. Since he was already used to her even before marrying her, that's why we agreed to their marriage—so things wouldn't cross boundaries, especially since you can't fully vouch for people these days."

Ammi agreed, "That's true. May Allah bless our progeny," to which he replied, "Ameen."

He deposited her straight onto the bed. She jutted out her lip—a habit that seemed permanently attached to her—and complained, "Yaya Lameer, out of sheer wickedness, just so I wouldn't eat Ammi's food and get full, you carried me away?"

"I saw every single mountain of food you ate, plus the extra servings! If you want your belly to swell up like a giant pot, I can take you back right now so you can grow a huge tummy."

She wrinkled her nose in disgust, hating the idea of a protruding belly. "No, by Allah, I'm full!"

He laughed. "Otherwise, I would have had to sing the 'Big Belly' song for you all night!"

In mock annoyance, she threw a punch at him. He dodged it immediately, and they started chasing each other around the bedroom as he laughed at her. When she felt completely worn out, she ducked down and whined playfully, "I swear, by Allah, I won't agree to this!"

He crouched down in front of her. Swiftly, she scrambled onto his back, clung tightly to him, and laughed. "Now you've gotten your revenge, right?"

"No, you have to spin me around!"

He began spinning her around in circles until she finally gasped that she was exhausted and said, "I'm going to take a bath, Yaya Lameer."

"Alright, let's go—I'll help you."

"No way, by Allah! Absolutely not! Get out of here; take your bath after I'm done."

"Fine, I'll go take mine too."

He stepped out, and she hurried into the bathroom to wash up. Afterward, she slipped into a long nightgown that ended right above her knees.

Just as she was about to climb into bed, he walked back in wearing men's matching long sleepwear. In his hands was a tray filled with freshly sliced watermelon—a nightly ritual they always enjoyed before going to sleep.

They sat together on the bed, leaning against each other, eating watermelon and chatting until sleep finally overtook her. He stood up, returned the tray to the kitchen, turned off the parlor lights and entertainment systems, came back, adjusted the blanket over them, and whispered, "Good morning."

Insha Allah, you'll hear more from me soon. I love you all, my fans, wherever you are! Talk to you later! 💃 — Ummu Affan ✍🏽✍🏽

Chapter 4 / Pages 7–8

By 7:00 AM, they were fully dressed and ready. Wow, you should have seen Yaya Lameer looking exceptionally sharp in his medical professional attire!

He wore smart casual wear underneath a pristine doctor's white coat. Zainab was dressed in western clothes: ash-colored trousers, a white shirt that reached her knees, an ash overcoat, and a small hijab that covered her chest area. He pulled her hand toward the parlor, but she dug her heels in, pulling back and pouting her lips.

He smiled. "What is it now?"

Hot tears welled up in her eyes. "Yaya Lameer, I don't understand this school thing! Just leave me be; I hate going!"

His expression darkened. "Zainab, what is actually wrong with you? Do you have no appreciation for education? With all the effort I put into helping you study, your memory acts just like sawdust!"

Tears streaming down her face, she retreated to the couch and sat down, sobbing, "Since you said that, I am not going anywhere!" She burst into loud tears.

He let out a deep sigh, walked over to sit beside her, and gently took her hands, rubbing them soothingly. She looked up at him, and he stared right back.

"Zainab, can't you understand? Look at me—I'm a person who values education. But I've noticed you harbor an absolute hatred for studying. We are never going to agree on this front. Remember Grandmother warned you from the very beginning that if you refused, she wouldn't condone it. Better to put your heart into your studies now. You're in JSS2, yet you act like you know nothing!"

She stared at him, observing his stern lecture, and thought to herself, Since when did you learn how to nag like this? Aloud, she twisted her face into a miserable pout, threatening another wave of tears.

He pulled her into his embrace, stroking her back. Lifting her chin so their eyes met, he said, "Zainab, I want you to attain deep education, and that won't happen unless you calm your mind and focus on understanding what is being taught."

"I will do it, but you're always yelling at me!"

"Alright, I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Just say you'll try."

They both burst out laughing. He grabbed her hand. "Come on, let's have breakfast with Ammi, and then we'll head out, okay?"

"Carry me on your back!"

He crouched down, and she scrambled onto his back as they giggled all the way.

He dropped her off right outside Ammi's apartment. Inside the dining room, they found Ammi and Abbu, who was finishing up breakfast before heading off to the office.

After exchanging greetings, they sat down to eat, then bid them farewell. Ammi advised, "Ummi, put your heart into your studies, you hear me, my daughter?"

"Yes, Ammi."

Abbu added, "Have a safe trip back."

"Ameen," she replied.

Lameer knelt before his parents. "Ammina, pray for me too."

With her customary warm smile, she placed her hand on his head and offered a silent prayer.

"Thank you, Ammina," he said, planting a kiss on her cheek. "Abbu, we'll be back later." He took Zainab's hand, and they walked out.

They all smiled warmly, watching their only son leave with deep affection.

As they drove off, he turned to look at her. Seeing her quiet demeanor, he knew she was dreading school because of her aversion to academics.

He drove right into the school gate as usual. After parking, he turned to her, took her hands in his, and said, "My Wife, study hard. Don't you want to become a doctor like me?"

She smiled faintly. "Of course I do."

"Then you have no choice but to study hard and focus."

"Alright, I will."

He planted a quick kiss on her little lips. "Okay then, see you when I come to pick you up!"

She stepped out, waving at him as he drove away after tipping the school gatekeeper.

I watched him drive toward a magnificent hospital. The gatekeeper quickly opened the gates, greeting him respectfully. He parked his car in the designated slot and stepped out, walking inside with an air of confident elegance. When I looked up at the sign above, it read:

LAMZAH SPECIAL HOSPITAL

Seeing him wear such a stern, serious expression—so unlike his playful self with Zainab—filled me with wonder. Staff members greeted him respectfully along the way, but he only acknowledged them with a wave of his hand without breaking stride. He entered a gorgeous, luxuriously designed office, and I could only mutter Mashallah at the immaculate setup. He sat down behind the desk, began reviewing the files stacked before him, and shortly after, began attending to his patients.

Who is Lameer? Who is Zainab? Find out in the next page!

— Ummu Affan ✍🏽✍🏽

Chapter 5 / Pages 9–10

Malam Halilu, popularly known as Malam Babba, was a prominent Islamic scholar residing in Kaduna city, though he and his wife, Gwoggo Abu, originally hailed from Katsina State, originating from a village named Dukke in Funtua Local Government Area.

Malam Babba had initially moved to Kaduna in pursuit of Islamic studies, eventually rising to become a leading Sunni scholar in the region. His wife, Gwoggo Abu, came from the same hometown.

They were blessed with two sons: Ibrahim, the elder, and Ahmad. Both received a strong foundation in Islamic education alongside western schooling, as their father placed great emphasis on their upbringing.

Ibrahim grew up to become a wealthy and prominent businessman, while Ahmad became an accomplished scholar and lecturer at Kaduna State University.

Both brothers married on the exact same day out of deep mutual affection, taking twin brides: Hassana and Husaina. Ibrahim married Hassana, while Ahmad married Husaina.

They built a large family compound where they lived together with their wives and parents.

One year after their marriage, Ibrahim’s wife, Hassana, gave birth to a baby boy. You should have seen the overwhelming joy in the household! They celebrated the newborn’s arrival with immense happiness, and on his naming ceremony, the boy was named LAMEER. He grew up as the ultimate favorite of his parents and grandparents. Ahmad and Hussaina also adored Lameer, spending most of their time in his company at their wing of the house.

Since Lameer's birth, no other children had been born in the household. As for Hussaina, there was no news of... [text cuts off]

Summary

This excerpt from the Hausa romance novel Ni da Yaya Lameer (Me and Older Brother Lameer) by Fateemah Sununi Rabee'u (Ummu Affan) centers on the playful, affectionate, and sometimes combative dynamic between teenage Zainab ("Ummi") and her older husband/guardian, Dr. Lameer.

The story opens with a reluctant Zainab refusing to visit Lameer, complaining to her grandmother about his teasing nature. Despite her childish resistance, Lameer skillfully coaxes her into compliance. Throughout the chapters, the narrative highlights their domestic life, balancing moments of lighthearted banter, pampering, and discipline—such as Lameer encouraging Zainab to take her secondary school studies seriously while juggling his professional life as a physician and director at Lamzah Special Hospital. The excerpt concludes with background history on Lameer’s scholarly and business-oriented family roots in Kaduna.

Description

• Genre: Contemporary Hausa Romance / Domestic Fiction
• Setting: Kaduna, Nigeria
• Tone: Whimsical, lighthearted, romantic, and educational
• Key Themes: Youthful marriage dynamics, mentorship, family unity, academic discipline, and affectionate teasing.

Analytics

• Character Development: Contrasts Zainab’s immature, spoiled, and education-averse personality with Lameer’s patient, authoritative, yet deeply affectionate caretaking style.
• Cultural Context: Highlights traditional Hausa domestic arrangements (extended family compounds, shared living spaces among brothers, respect for elders/parents like Ammi and Abbu) blended with modern professional lifestyles.
• Narrative Style: Uses direct audience engagement (interactivity with fans, conversational author notes, humorous side remarks) typical of popular contemporary Hausa literature serials.

Comments

• The relationship dynamic provides a classic "grumpy older guardian / bubbly younger ward" trope that appeals strongly to romance readers.
• The dialogue effectively uses humor (e.g., Zainab's dramatic tantrums, family teasing) to make domestic scenes engaging.
• The transition from light comedy to professional seriousness (revealing Lameer as a respected medical doctor) adds depth to his character.

Conclusions

• Ni da Yaya Lameer successfully captures the cultural and emotional flavor of modern Hausa popular fiction.
• The balance between light comedy and serious life lessons (like the emphasis on girls' education) gives the short novel both entertainment value and moral resonance for its target audience.

Keywords

• Ni da Yaya Lameer
• Fateemah Sununi Rabee'u
• Ummu Affan
• Arewa Writers Association
• Hausa Romance Novels
• Contemporary Hausa Literature
• Lamzah Special Hospital
• Zainab and Lameer

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