Kurkukun Kaddar Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

The Discovery and Rising Tension
 
Parveen and her friends widened their eyes, their mouths falling open as they stared at the door. A joy beyond measure appeared on their faces, to the point they almost screamed. Angel quickly stopped them by saying, “Have you forgotten what I told you? Whatever you see, keep your mouths shut, otherwise our secret will be exposed and they will know what we are trying to do.”
Haris and the others exchanged confused looks; they didn’t understand what she was talking about. All they noticed was the metal door attached to the wall, just as Batul had said.
 
Naufal tried to speak. “Angel, you left us in the dark. We don’t understand what you’re talking about,” he said, fixing his eyes on her face. She still hadn’t stopped smiling. Parveen and the others also couldn’t close their wide, excited mouths—they felt as if they had already escaped the prison.
 
“Explain to us. What is this metal door doing on the wall?” Javed asked in a weak voice. The men behind him, including Mubeen lying unconscious on Hannah’s shoulder, could barely stand.
 
Gabriel added, “Angel, we’re confused. Please tell us, we are eager to know.”
 
Angel’s eyes moved slowly over each of them, her joy too overwhelming for her to speak.
 
Haris grew impatient. “If she won’t explain, Deeja, you tell us what’s happening.”
 
Seeing their frustration, Angel swallowed hard and released a deep breath. In a soft voice, she explained everything concerning the door—except the part about her conversation with Salsabeel.
 
Shock made them stare at one another. A bright wave of indescribable joy washed over their hearts. Before they knew it, they rushed toward Angel, lifting her from where she sat by the wall and hugging her tightly as if they wanted to break her bones. Gabriel, who longed most to escape fate’s prison, held her the tightest. Hot tears rolled down her face—she didn’t know whether they were tears of joy or sorrow.
 
One by one she looked at them after they released her. A troubling thought echoed in her mind: “Don’t assume all of you will survive.” The words struck her soul deeply. She prayed no death would take them before they escaped this cursed place. The memory of the young men she saw earlier—hanging like animals from ropes—made her whole body weaken.
 
Failed Attempts and the Truth About the Key
 
Their shock grew when Angel suddenly burst into intense tears, almost as if her life was slipping away. She leaned against the wall, crying uncontrollably. The excitement they felt earlier disappeared—worry filled their faces.
 
“Angel! Why are you shedding tears? Please don’t break our hearts. Aren’t you happy we found a way to escape? This place has trapped us since we were babies! None of us is even older than eleven years in this prison. How can we not rejoice at discovering a way out? Even if we die while escaping, at least we will see the outside world!” They spoke together, their words piercing her heart even deeper.
 
They wept loudly—especially Batul and Azeeza—while the men tried to hide their tears.
 
“We’re wasting time, Angel. I’ll start trying to break the door,” Gabriel said weakly and moved toward the door.
“I’ll help you,” Naufal added. Both knelt and began hitting the metal door. Sweat poured down their faces, but the iron didn’t even shake.
 
Haris joined them, followed by the others. They were all determined, unaware that the metal was ancient and reinforced for decades—those without strength could never break it.
 
“Stop hurting yourselves,” Angel finally said. “The door will never open without the master key.”
 
They froze instantly. “The key? Where do we find it? Please tell us!”
 
Her heart tightened painfully. She noticed fear had overtaken all of them. Their only desire was escape.
 
“Angel, why are you silent?”
 
She took a breath and wet her dry lips before speaking.
“Danish. He is the key. Only he can break this door. But he isn’t with us… he’s inside the prison. We must find him if we want to escape.”
 
Their shock was instant.
Danish? The weakest among them? The boy who feared even cockroaches? The key?
Their eyes filled with disbelief.
 
“I know you won’t understand,” Angel continued. “But believe me—Danish can open the door.”
 
Haris was confused. He knew Danish well. “How can someone with one damaged eye open anything? He has no strength.”
 
Batul gasped. “Danish lost his eye?”
Angel explained the truth: the fight between Danish and Gabriel, the punch, and Giant taking Danish away. Batul burst into tears.
 
“So how do we reach him?” Gabriel asked boldly. “I’ll go into the prison myself if necessary.”
 
Angel shook her head. “This is my duty. Only I can bring Danish back to us.”
 
“But how? There’s no door leading into the prison,” Naufal asked.
Before she could answer, they suddenly heard the sound of a door opening. Angel’s eyes widened.
 
Panic as Danger Approaches
 
“It sounds like someone is opening our room door. We’re finished! Let’s escape into the toilet!” Parveen whispered urgently. Fear shot through all of them. Angel immediately ran toward the toilet door and opened it. The rest followed in panic, bumping into each other.
 
They stumbled into the middle of the room, freezing where they stood. Their eyes widened as they stared at the entrance. Fear wrapped around them like chains. Their breathing grew loud and shaky. They prayed silently it wasn’t Old Lady Zafreen—and unfortunately, their fears proved right.
 
The door continued opening slowly, and they heard the sharp clacking of shoes on the floor—kwas! kwas! Sweat drenched their trembling bodies.
 
In a whisper, Deeja said, “We’re doomed, Angel… we forgot to put back the flower pot! If she enters the toilet, what will we do?”