Zafin Wuta Part Two Complete Hausa Novel

The Manifestation of Power
“…coming out of his body,” I said as I collapsed to my knees right where Mommy stood, wiping tears that refused to stop. She grabbed me, pulled me up to my feet, then gripped my shoulders tightly, shaking me with all her strength as intense panic spread across her face.
I jerked violently and broke free from her hold, staggering backward as if I would fall, but I managed to steady myself on my feet. A freezing wind suddenly filled the room, and eyes changed color to a deep blue. With incredible speed, I rushed to where Fauzan lay, trapped in agonizing sleep. I don’t know how it happened, but my hand rose on its own and came down hard on his face—a face that no longer welcomed flesh, only skin stretched thin over bone. The moment my hand landed, dark smoke mixed with fire burst out. I struck his face again, and everywhere my hand touched, that black smoke rose upward and vanished completely. Fauzan released a deep breath of relief, his face glowing with a strange brightness as all the dark burning marks disappeared. Slowly, he began to open his eyes.
I pressed my fingers hard into his eye sockets, groaning and gasping, until something disgusting and unnatural oozed out. Shock and fear overtook the faces of Mommy, Sulaima, Pahpah, and Hajjo as they watched smoke pouring out of his body. What I was seeing was the same creature I had seen in my dream—now lying in reality upon this servant of Allah, devouring his flesh. Each time it consumed a part of him, it blew fire from its mouth and moved to another spot.
My hand remained on his face as my whole body began to tremble. I didn’t pull away until my legs buckled beneath me and I collapsed to the ground. An icy vapor began to escape from the pores of my body, rising along the same path as the smoke. I fell unconscious.
The Battle Beyond the Human World
Deep in the forest, Queen Zubudiyyah—the daughter of the King of the Waters—chased the dark jinn Zuka, whose body was badly burned. He ran wildly through towering trees, but she caught up with him. Without hesitation, she planted her foot—releasing icy vapor—onto his waist. He screamed in torment, a cry that echoed throughout the dark forest. Instantly, lesser jinn, spirits, and creatures of the forest fled to hide, for they all knew Queen Zubudiyyah: she never left a debt unpaid for wrongdoing.
She unleashed various forms of punishment on Zuka until he gave up resisting and surrendered himself completely to her torment. Then she ordered other jinn to take him to the Cave of Judgment.
All of this unfolded before my eyes in my sleep, while in reality my body convulsed and rolled on the ground. Hajjo rushed to me and began reciting prayers over me. By Allah’s will, I calmed down, stopped convulsing, and fell into a deep, heavy sleep.
Pahpah looked at them in amazement and said, “Come, let us go. By Allah’s will, nothing bad will happen—only victory will come.”
Hajjo nodded, and they all left us. About thirty minutes after I collapsed, I woke up, my entire body aching. My hand had turned reddish and throbbed with intense pain.
Awakening, Destiny, and a Forced Union
I recited the supplication for waking from sleep and sat up, rubbing my eyes. The moment I opened them, I realized I was still in the same room I thought I had only dreamed of. My gaze slowly shifted to the bed where that servant of Allah lay. Our eyes locked, and my heart jolted violently, as if it wanted to leap out of my chest. He lay there like a corpse—his body blackened, some parts blistered and oozing fluid like severe burns. A chilling cold flowed from his hollow eyes into mine. With great effort, I looked away, my heart pounding as weakness overwhelmed me. I couldn’t even lift my hand. I simply closed my eyes, listening to the pounding of my heart merging with another heartbeat that was not mine, both echoing together in my chest.
Fauzan, too, found himself in a strange state. A deep calm enveloped his soul, along with a soothing coldness he had long yearned for—relief from the torment he had endured. For the first time, his heart beat freely, no longer feeling as though a heavy stone had been placed upon it. Gazing at this beautiful being before him stirred emotions he had forgotten, buried beneath the agony of burning fire that nearly claimed his life. Slowly, he closed his eyes, surrendering to the calm that threatened to carry him into another state entirely.
Elsewhere, huge red jinn dragged Zuka to the River of Punishment, where offenders against kings and queens were cast. He struggled and begged for mercy, but they showed none. They threw him into the river, which twisted endlessly, releasing freezing vapor. As his skin peeled from the unbearable cold torment, he swore a vow of revenge against two human beings.
Back in AGEGE, Abba returned home, escorted by Yaya Haisam, still shaken by the overwhelming and suspicious gift given to him by Alhaji Abdallah—the man of immense wealth. He clutched a large black bag filled with huge sums of money, enough to dazzle the senses and steal reason itself.
From there unfolded events that bound lives together without consent: confessions, negotiations, greed, and finally a rushed marriage. Before witnesses and a mosque imam, the marriage contract was concluded between Muhammad Fauzan Abdallah and Mubarakha Muhammad Ibrahim—a union that stunned many, especially with Abba revealed as the bride’s father, a man known across Lagos.
Pahpah prayed earnestly that Allah place healing and blessing in the marriage, hoping it would be a means of salvation for his son. Yet deep down, pity filled his heart, knowing that decisions had been made over lives without choice or consent. Abba, however, beamed with joy, believing the burning poverty of his life had finally been replaced with everlasting wealth.
Mama retreated into her room and wept bitterly, certain that money was the reason her daughter had been married off like livestock. She cried until she surrendered to Allah, then began pouring out prayers for my protection—wherever life might take me.