<p>Description For </p><p>WALIJAAM BOOK COMPLETE </p><p>"What I came to tell you is beyond this," she said, glancing left and right like someone with a secret. Seeing everyone minding their business, she felt at ease.</p><p>“How so?”</p><p>"It's nothing but good news, so calm down. I'm not here with bad intentions. I want us to help each other. I carry something valuable with me, and I need us to keep it between ourselves. May Allah be our witness," she whispered, her words barely audible but clear enough. Nearby, three young men sat on a bench, one puffing on a cigarette. They looked like troublemakers with bloodshot eyes. Though they appeared not to pay attention, they were eavesdropping intently. But nobody could tell they were listening; everyone had their focus.</p><p>"What kind of wealth are you talking about? I don't see anything on you," the man asked, grinning and licking his lips at the mention of money. He was a greedy man who would risk everything for wealth. But from her tone, he could tell she was telling the truth, not lying.</p><p>“I can't tell you here; a market isn't a private place. It's full of people. I assure you, though, that if you lead me to where I can sell this, you will have enough to build your life. You might even abandon small trades because I believe this item will sell for a significant amount.”</p><p>The man, around sixty years old, widened his eyes in amazement. He didn't hesitate for long before agreeing.</p><p>Iya walked ahead as the man followed her, leaving his goods unattended. He considered them trivial compared to her offer. From his stall, there was an exit gate they passed through, leaving the market. Iya hurriedly led the way, her big dress flapping in the wind.</p><p>“Let's stop here.”</p><p>"No, let's go further. Both of us are too old for any risks. Let's find a safe spot first," Iya insisted. They eventually stopped at the entrance of a house. Iya hesitated, checking to see if anyone was watching, before cautiously trying to pull out a necklace.</p><p>"Let's go inside the house's entrance. I'll show you everything in private. Money and valuables need discretion; they don't like exposure," she said.</p><p>The man nodded and followed her, not suspecting anything. They entered the house's entrance, and Iya peeked inside. It seemed deserted, which reassured her. But the man started feeling uneasy. His gut told him something was wrong.</p><p>"By Allah, you're with a human, not a jinn. Look at my feet; I have toenails," she said, lifting her dress to reveal her feet. The man felt a bit more relaxed and forced a smile.</p><p>“I almost panicked.”</p><p>"If I were a jinn, I wouldn't need you to follow me. I could've brought you here myself," Iya said. He nodded, his focus now on her. He eagerly waited for her to produce the valuables she had mentioned.</p><p>Suddenly, the house's door burst open. The three troublemakers from earlier stormed in, armed with knives they pulled from their belts. Their bloodshot eyes glared menacingly. Iya and the man froze, realizing they were in trouble.</p><p>"You two, sit down!" one of them commanded. They obeyed, trembling with fear.</p><p>“Hand over the wealth!”</p><p>Iya hesitated but finally reached into her pocket, pulling out a plastic bag containing her jewelry. Trembling, she handed it over. The leader of the group opened it, only to find strings of coral beads. Disappointment and anger filled his face.</p><p>"You mean this is the treasure?" he spat, throwing the beads on the floor.</p><p>"By Allah, it's for an orphan!" Iya cried, pleading with them not to take it.</p><p>"Take it to the toilet and flush it!" the leader barked. One of his men grabbed the bag and walked away, ignoring Iya's desperate pleas.</p><p>The man watched the scene, secretly relieved the items weren't gold. But his relief turned to horror when one of the gang members said, “Let’s deal with this man. Cut him open and take his bladder; I need it for my dog.”</p><p>Panicking, the man cried out, "Please, spare me! Don't kill me!" He clutched his abdomen, tears streaming down his face.</p><p>Iya, still mourning her beads, almost chuckled at the man’s frantic reaction. But her amusement turned to fear when the leader turned to her, saying, “As for you, we’ll see how old age withstands us. Don’t think we’ll spare you.”</p><p>Hearing this, Iya prayed silently, asking Allah to save her from the humiliation she feared was coming.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p>
