Feeryal Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel.t

The Desperate Chase
She suddenly turned and bolted outside.
Auntie ran after her, screaming her name, but Feeryal had already reached the gate, attempting to leave the compound entirely.
Auntie panicked, crying out,
“Please, forgive me—don’t let her leave like this!
Stop and tell us what you want.
Don’t harm her—she is under our care!”
But Feeryal had already crossed out of the section.
Auntie chased after her in terror, realizing Feeryal wore nothing except a towel wrapped around her chest.
Feeryal ran toward the main gate.
Auntie followed, screaming for help, begging anyone nearby to stop her from leaving the house.
Ajmal, Zaraddin, and Shamsuddin Faisal, who had witnessed the chaos from the upper floor of their section, rushed down just as Feeryal was about to pass through their gate.
Zaraddin moved quickly, grabbing her and pulling her tightly into his arms.
He inhaled sharply as he felt the warmth of her body and the softness of her skin pressed against his.
He placed his palm firmly on her back, holding her tighter.
With a sudden violent force, she hurled him aside.
He slammed into the gate—Gau!—and collapsed to the ground, groaning as he clutched his back.
She took off running again.
Auntie clutched her head in despair, crying,
“Innalillahi wa inna ilaihirraji’un! Ajmal, Shamsuddin, Faisal—please don’t let her leave! She is not in her right mind!”
They rushed after her and managed to grab her, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not lift her feet from the ground.
Summoning all their youthful strength, they dragged her forward.
She screamed with a terrifying growl and flung them all away, sending them crashing to the ground.
Then she ran again.
Auntie burst into tears, screaming,
“Oh Allah, send me help! Help Your servant who neither sees nor understands!
Prevent them from fulfilling their evil plans against her!
Security, please don’t let her leave—stop her, please!
Innalillahi wa inna ilaihirraji’un!”
Confrontation and Spiritual Resistance
She suddenly collided with something and staggered backward, nearly collapsing, then steadied herself, breathing heavily like an enraged beast.
Abdurrahim had just stepped out of his mother’s section, staring at his phone.
Without looking ahead, he crashed into her.
Annoyed, he looked down to see his phone lying near her feet.
Anger rising, he noticed she neither picked it up nor apologized.
He glanced at her bare feet—white, adorned with delicate anklets.
They didn’t resemble his sisters’ feet at all.
Still waiting, he finally raised his head.
He couldn’t see her face—her hair completely covered it.
She slowly stepped back, lifting one foot, ready to run.
Auntie shouted urgently,
“Abdurrahim, please hold her—don’t let her run!”
He quickly grabbed her as she tried to flee, pulling her back against himself.
She growled fiercely and jerked backward.
In a strange voice, she said,
“Hmm… you’re strong—your body is like a horse’s.”
She tried to run again.
Angrily, he grabbed her once more.
She resisted violently.
In shock, he realized she was a young woman—yet her voice was deeply unsettling, and her face remained hidden beneath her hair.
He steadied himself, gripping both her hands firmly, dragging her back toward Auntie despite her resistance.
When they reached them, he pushed her forward.
Auntie pleaded,
“Abdurrahim, please help me take her back to my section—they want to run away with her!”
He glanced at Ajmal and the others, who were standing in pain where they had fallen.
“Hold her and take her inside,” he said.
Ajmal replied,
“Wallahi, Abdurrahim, we can’t—she threw all of us down.”
Clicking his tongue in frustration, Abdurrahim grabbed her again as she attempted to flee and dragged her toward Auntie’s section, muttering,
“So there are mad people in this house now?”
Inside the living room, he shoved her onto a chair.
She roared furiously, shouting,
“We must take her away! Since she ruined our plan, we will never let her go!”
Auntie collapsed into tears, begging,
“For the sake of Allah and the Prophet, please leave this girl alone!
Abdurrahim, help me—don’t let them take her! She is not herself—it’s jinn!”
Feeryal laughed hysterically and said,
“He can’t stop us. We must take her.
A jinn does not speak in vain! Hahahaha!”
She tried to run again.
He tripped her, sending her crashing to the floor.
She sprang up, grabbed the towel around her chest, flung it away, and began pulling at her bra, laughing wildly:
“Hahahahaha!”
Auntie cried out,
“Innalillahi wa inna ilaihirraji’un!
What kind of devils are you, making her strip naked?
Do you have no fear of Allah?”
Overwhelmed and frustrated, Abdurrahim shut his eyes briefly, then struck her with a powerful slap that knocked her to the ground, growling.
Auntie quickly picked up the towel and covered her.
Abdurrahim sat on the chair in front of her, lifted her from where she had fallen, and seated her on the floor.
He grabbed her hair firmly, adjusted his posture, and began reciting verses of the Qur’an, blowing upon her in a fierce, commanding voice—deep and thunderous like an ancient Arabic chant.