The book AISHAH-SIDDIQAH was not written to insult any tribe, nor to show that one tribe is superior to another in Nigeria.
The beautiful aim behind this story is to practically apply the concept of WA-ZO-BIA (unity across Hausa, Yoruba, and Igbo) while educating people in an entertaining way about tribalism—both the tribal bias shown towards this particular tribe I picked and the one they too show towards the Hausa tribe.
The story of AISHAH-SIDDIQAH is entirely built upon Nigeria’s three major tribes, with the intention of fostering mutual understanding and reducing the deep-rooted tribalism that dwells in our hearts towards one another.
The truth is, Nigeria is not a country of one tribe, language, or tongue. Research shows there are around 371 tribes and over 500 languages, with the most prominent being Hausa, followed by Yoruba, Igbo, and Fulfulde.
Therefore, no one should boast that their tribe is better, or more honorable, or superior—since we all worship the same Allah. We must hold firm to the verse:
“Indeed, the most noble of you in the sight of Allah is the most righteous among you.”
And if religion is not what unites us, then let us act upon the verse:
“To you is your religion, and to me is mine.”
—This way, peace and harmony can exist.
The author’s hope is that Hausa people reduce tribalism, and if we can’t end it completely, at least minimize it. Other tribes too should reduce their bias towards the Hausa. Only then will there be unity and understanding among WA-ZO-BIA, which can guide the growth of inter-tribal marriages and good relations among Muslim tribes across Nigeria.
So, do not jump to the end of the story or assume it insults your language or tribe without first reading it in full.
Yours forever,
–Takori Sumayyah AbdulQadir
Dedication, Copyright, and Acknowledgments
Dedication:
Aisha-Siddiqah dedicates this story to all members of the WhatsApp group TAKORI’S LOUNGE. May Allah preserve the bond of love and kinship till children and grandchildren.
Copyright Notice:
All rights are reserved by the author. I do not permit this story to be read on any media platform without my written consent. Doing so is against both Shari’ah law and civil law, and my lawyer, Barr. Sadiq Rufa’i Wali, will pursue violators.
Acknowledgments:
Special thanks to trusted friends who gave invaluable advice, edits, and corrections:
Dr. Amina Jafaru Musa
Barr. Azima Musa Abdullahi
Aisha Muhammad
Maryam Yusuf Abubakar
Haj. Zainab M. Ahmed
Bilkisu Askira
I sincerely thank you all, though words are not enough. I deeply appreciate your efforts in improving AISHAH-SIDDIQAH.
Before we begin, here is a promotion:
If you’re looking for an excellent Oriflame ambassador, contact AISHA LAME (Original Oriflame Ambassador).
She provides:
Skincare oils for both hot and cold seasons
Premium fragrances
Wellness supplements and meal replacements for weight loss/control
Elegant cosmetics
And much more at fair prices with excellent customer care.
📞 Call 07036662633 for all these. She is the best in giving every woman her true beauty.
–Your Takori
Aisha-Siddiqah, (Excerpt)
Haseenah, upon seeing him come out, stood up with great excitement on her face. At once, Aisha noticed that Hamma’s face hardened, all his cheerfulness vanished, and he came out in his full sternness. Today, he looked more like a Yoruba man than a Fulani. His face carried not an ounce of mercy.
In a firm voice, he said:
“What are you doing here?”
Haseenah replied:
“Forgive me, Prince, just give me a few minutes of your time. I came to condole you on the death of the Emir. Aunty Taiwo told me you were in Argentina. I came here for an office project, so I thought I should visit and pay my condolences—and also use this chance to apologize, Prince. I am sure she gave you the message I sent through her.”
Hamma sat beside Aisha, trying to cool his anger. Aisha, however, felt like bells were ringing in her head, because instantly she realized this must be Haseenah Ambursa, his former girlfriend—the one Kiki had told her about.
So Aisha quickly stood up, but Hamma held her hand, looked into her eyes, and said:
“Where do you think you’re going? Are we leaving together?”
Aisha said:
“I see you have a guest, Hamma. I’ll bring her water and drinks, and leave you two.”
But Prince said:
“Sit down. She didn’t come for refreshments—she’ll be leaving shortly.”
He made her sit back down, though her heart grew heavy—because she remembered the deep love story she had been told about Hamma and Haseenah. She thought, so perhaps she is still his true love, and their bond is reviving. She felt all that she and Hamma had begun to build might collapse.
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Author’s Intent and Purpose of the Story
The book AISHAH-SIDDIQAH was not written to insult any tribe, nor to show that one tribe is superior to another in Nigeria.
The beautiful aim behind this story is to practically apply the concept of WA-ZO-BIA (unity across Hausa, Yoruba, and Igbo) while educating people in an entertaining way about tribalism—both the tribal bias shown towards this particular tribe I picked and the one they too show towards the Hausa tribe.
The story of AISHAH-SIDDIQAH is entirely built upon Nigeria’s three major tribes, with the intention of fostering mutual understanding and reducing the deep-rooted tribalism that dwells in our hearts towards one another.
The truth is, Nigeria is not a country of one tribe, language, or tongue. Research shows there are around 371 tribes and over 500 languages, with the most prominent being Hausa, followed by Yoruba, Igbo, and Fulfulde.
Therefore, no one should boast that their tribe is better, or more honorable, or superior—since we all worship the same Allah. We must hold firm to the verse:
“Indeed, the most noble of you in the sight of Allah is the most righteous among you.”
And if religion is not what unites us, then let us act upon the verse:
“To you is your religion, and to me is mine.”
—This way, peace and harmony can exist.
The author’s hope is that Hausa people reduce tribalism, and if we can’t end it completely, at least minimize it. Other tribes too should reduce their bias towards the Hausa. Only then will there be unity and understanding among WA-ZO-BIA, which can guide the growth of inter-tribal marriages and good relations among Muslim tribes across Nigeria.
So, do not jump to the end of the story or assume it insults your language or tribe without first reading it in full.
Yours forever,
–Takori Sumayyah AbdulQadir
Dedication, Copyright, and Acknowledgments
Dedication:
Aisha-Siddiqah dedicates this story to all members of the WhatsApp group TAKORI’S LOUNGE. May Allah preserve the bond of love and kinship till children and grandchildren.
Copyright Notice:
All rights are reserved by the author. I do not permit this story to be read on any media platform without my written consent. Doing so is against both Shari’ah law and civil law, and my lawyer, Barr. Sadiq Rufa’i Wali, will pursue violators.
Acknowledgments:
Special thanks to trusted friends who gave invaluable advice, edits, and corrections:
Dr. Amina Jafaru Musa
Barr. Azima Musa Abdullahi
Aisha Muhammad
Maryam Yusuf Abubakar
Haj. Zainab M. Ahmed
Bilkisu Askira
I sincerely thank you all, though words are not enough. I deeply appreciate your efforts in improving AISHAH-SIDDIQAH.
Before we begin, here is a promotion:
If you’re looking for an excellent Oriflame ambassador, contact AISHA LAME (Original Oriflame Ambassador).
She provides:
Skincare oils for both hot and cold seasons
Premium fragrances
Wellness supplements and meal replacements for weight loss/control
Elegant cosmetics
And much more at fair prices with excellent customer care.
📞 Call 07036662633 for all these. She is the best in giving every woman her true beauty.
–Your Takori
Aisha-Siddiqah, (Excerpt)
Haseenah, upon seeing him come out, stood up with great excitement on her face. At once, Aisha noticed that Hamma’s face hardened, all his cheerfulness vanished, and he came out in his full sternness. Today, he looked more like a Yoruba man than a Fulani. His face carried not an ounce of mercy.
In a firm voice, he said:
“What are you doing here?”
Haseenah replied:
“Forgive me, Prince, just give me a few minutes of your time. I came to condole you on the death of the Emir. Aunty Taiwo told me you were in Argentina. I came here for an office project, so I thought I should visit and pay my condolences—and also use this chance to apologize, Prince. I am sure she gave you the message I sent through her.”
Hamma sat beside Aisha, trying to cool his anger. Aisha, however, felt like bells were ringing in her head, because instantly she realized this must be Haseenah Ambursa, his former girlfriend—the one Kiki had told her about.
So Aisha quickly stood up, but Hamma held her hand, looked into her eyes, and said:
“Where do you think you’re going? Are we leaving together?”
Aisha said:
“I see you have a guest, Hamma. I’ll bring her water and drinks, and leave you two.”
But Prince said:
“Sit down. She didn’t come for refreshments—she’ll be leaving shortly.”
He made her sit back down, though her heart grew heavy—because she remembered the deep love story she had been told about Hamma and Haseenah. She thought, so perhaps she is still his true love, and their bond is reviving. She felt all that she and Hamma had begun to build might collapse.