YAR MACE Complete Document hausa novels by Mai Damu.txt

<p>A cool breeze blew as the storm clouds gathered, completely covering the sky. The darkness of the clouds was a sign of an impending heavy downpour, a display of God's power.</p><p>The mighty ocean, vast beyond measure, swelled and roared. The river surged with rushing waters, indicating that the rain had already fallen in a distant place.</p><p>Suddenly, a terrifying sound, like thunder crashing, echoed across the sky. Strange creatures appeared, surrounding the river from above.</p><p>Among these beings, a group of powerful jinn gathered around the river. A bright flash of light, like lightning, burst forth from their midst. In the center of this gathering, a winged jinn held a basket in his hands. He released the basket into the river, and it plunged into the deep ocean below with a loud BANG!</p><p>The basket sank into the depths, landing on a massive iron cage. The moment it hit the cage, the baby inside let out a piercing cry.</p><p>As the lid of the basket flipped open, the infant tumbled out, landing on the iron cage wrapped in thick, heavy chains—chains so strong that even a metal-cutting machine would struggle to break them.</p><p>The baby's cries continued, and as a single teardrop fell onto the iron cage, a powerful noise erupted, and the cage shattered instantly. It melted as if it had been exposed to intense underground flames.</p><p>Then, an elderly jinn, bound by chains, suddenly appeared. As the baby’s second tear fell onto his chains, they too shattered completely.</p><p>With urgency, the old jinn lunged forward, catching the infant just as she was about to sink deeper into the ocean’s abyss.</p><p>At that moment, the entire sea became chaotic, filled with eerie and terrifying events. The river boiled like molten lava, and the once-cool breeze turned hot and suffocating.</p><p>The catastrophe was so severe that it was not just the river region that trembled but the entire world.</p><p>Creatures within the ocean began to perish, while animals in the nearby forests either collapsed lifelessly or writhed in agony.</p><p>For sorcerers, witches, and those who practiced dark magic, this day was their darkest and most terrifying.</p><p>In a distant land, Boka Mali, a powerful sorcerer, leaped in fear as his magical cauldrons shattered, releasing a thick, ominous smoke accompanied by a dreadful noise. Overwhelmed, he collapsed unconscious.</p><p>This fate befell all sorcerers across the world.</p><p>Meanwhile, the old jinn, Matip, held the baby firmly. Kneeling on the ocean floor, he plunged his hand deep into the earth beneath the sea, using all his supernatural strength.</p><p>His entire body trembled violently, emitting smoke as if he were burning. With a loud cry, he pulled something from beneath the ocean floor—clutching it tightly in his fist. His body convulsed, and in a voice that shook the heavens, he roared:</p><p>“You only wish to harm! Why do you oppress those who have done nothing to you? What crime have the righteous humans, innocent animals, and peaceful jinn committed? As long as I breathe, I will never allow you to harm anyone again! You will be the ones to destroy yourselves with your own evil!”</p><p>He squeezed the mysterious object he had retrieved—a magical vessel filled with dark energy—until it shattered. The explosion triggered a massive flood.</p><p>Exhausted, Matip collapsed. The baby slipped from his grasp, plunging back into the ocean’s depths. He could do nothing but watch helplessly as the child who had freed him was now drowning before his eyes.</p><p>At that moment, voices of two young jinn were heard shouting, “The leader is free! The leader is free!”</p><p>With his last strength, Matip weakly whispered, “Save her… do not let her perish…”</p><p>As if responding to his plea, the ocean suddenly calmed. The creatures that had been unconscious regained consciousness. The world that had been thrown into chaos returned to normal.</p><p>The once scorching air became cool and refreshing again. It was as if nothing had ever happened.</p><p> </p><p>—</p><p>Meanwhile, a speeding car raced down the highway, seemingly in a hurry to reach its destination before the storm worsened.</p><p>Inside the car sat a distinguished elderly man with an air of authority and wisdom. He was Alhaji Abubakar Fiya, a renowned businessman and one of the wealthiest men in the country.</p><p>Seated beside him was a beautiful woman, likely in her thirties, calm and composed—his beloved wife, Hajiya Fatima.</p><p>Despite the long journey, Alhaji Abubakar preferred to drive himself whenever he was with his wife, rather than using a chauffeur.</p><p>As they approached a massive river, about to cross a bridge, Hajiya Fatima’s eyes widened. She pointed ahead, her voice filled with urgency:</p><p>“Daddy, look over there!”</p><p>Alhaji Abubakar turned his gaze to where she was pointing.</p><p>There, in the raging river, was a floating basket. Inside, a baby was crying, kicking her tiny feet as the currents pulled her away.</p><p>Panic filled Hajiya Fatima’s voice. “Daddy! The water is carrying her away! Stop the car, please! We have to save her!”</p><p>She gasped, “Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un! What is a baby doing in this river?!”</p><p>Alhaji Abubakar quickly pulled over, and the couple rushed out of the car.</p><p>Running to the riverbank, Hajiya Fatima cried out, “Daddy, look! The water is pulling her further away!”</p><p>"Calm down, Hajiya," a local fisherman’s voice called from behind them. “This river is dangerous. It does not spare even the townspeople, let alone outsiders.”</p><p>Hajiya Fatima turned urgently. “Please! Help us save the baby before the river takes her!”</p><p>Alhaji Abubakar added, “Brother, please. This child needs help.”</p><p>The fisherman hesitated but then nodded. Placing his fishing tools aside, he dove into the river and retrieved the basket.</p><p>As he emerged from the water, both Alhaji Abubakar and Hajiya Fatima reached out eagerly to take the basket.</p><p>They all stared at the infant inside, who was now softly whimpering.</p><p>A stunned silence followed.</p><p>The child’s beauty was beyond description. Her features were so astonishing that it sent shivers down their spines.</p><p>With a trembling voice, Hajiya Fatima turned to her husband. “Is she… human?”</p><p>Alhaji Abubakar, also filled with uncertainty, responded, “I was wondering the same thing. Maybe… we should return her to the river. Perhaps her kind is watching over her.”</p><p>He raised his voice toward the river, “If she belongs to you, forgive us for taking her! We meant no harm. We only wanted to help, thinking she was one of us!”</p><p>Turning to the fisherman, he said, “Please, put her back in the river and apologize on our behalf.”</p><p>But the fisherman shook his head. “Alhaji, I don’t think this child is a spirit. I saw signs while retrieving her… Many babies have been found like this, floating down the river. Most don’t survive. The few that do are very rare. I believe she is human—perhaps a victim of a shipwreck or a cruel act of separation.”</p><p>Alhaji Abubakar sighed, looking at the child with deep sympathy. “If she was torn from her parents, may Allah reunite them. And if she is an orphan… may Allah grant her mercy.”</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p>