Zaujatu Jinnul Ashiq Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

The Pursuit in the Dark Forest
 
The weight of her pregnancy pressed on her like an overturned calabash, yet Raihan ran desperately for her life. Strange, terrifying beings pursued her, eager to seize the swollen belly that seemed ready to burst.
 
Reaching a shadowy kuka tree, she crouched beneath it, clutching her back, breath coming in sharp bursts as though she had run for years beneath the scorching sun. Pain clawed at her waist and womb, slicing through her like a razor. Slowly she looked back—only to glimpse monstrous shadows dogging her steps.
 
Then came the sound: cries of infants, loud and piercing like thunder cracking across the sky. The wails shook her ears, mingling with manic laughter that echoed through the forest. A shadow loomed closer, speaking in a guttural voice:
 
"You and what you carry must perish. You are doomed, and so is the seed within you."
 
Something slithered up her legs. A groan tore from her lips, her knees buckling. Infant cries blended with the bray of donkeys, filling the air like a storm. Crawling babies surrounded her, circling like ants around food. Despite her agony, Raihan struggled to rise, but the pangs of childbirth seized her, and suddenly the baby slid out.
 
The newborn and its eerie companions licked at the blood with the fervor of secret initiates. Raihan recoiled, but at that moment, her pursuers struck another victim nearby, tearing her apart like hungry hyenas.
 
Soon the horde turned on Raihan. Like apes, they leapt upon her body, licking her skin as she screamed wildly, their claws relentless. From the corner of her eye she saw her own child crawling after her blood, lapping it greedily. In terror she screamed her mother’s name—then jolted awake.
 
The Disturbing Awakening
 
Her body trembled as though she had run a marathon, drenched in sweat. Mama Uwani’s voice broke the silence: “Barka da tashi, ranki shi daÉ—e.” Raihan, still shaken, leaned against the wall, sighing.
 
Asked if she needed anything, she requested tea. Mama Uwani bowed respectfully and hurried off. Raihan rose, humming softly, and entered the bathroom for ablution, though the sun already blazed high—nearly nine o’clock.
 
Yet the dream clung to her like a shadow. What unsettled her more was that her period had suddenly returned, though it was not due.
 
After Raihan entered the toilet, a black cat slipped in through a corner. Its eyes glowed red, and its tail ended in a serpent’s head. The creature shifted through ten colors before returning to its first form, then leapt upon Raihan’s bloodstained bed. It licked the stains clean before strutting toward her mirror, transforming into a horned sea-like demoness. The being drained oils and perfumes from bottles, replacing them with foul slime that looked deceptively normal again.
 
When Mama Uwani approached with food, the entity turned back into a cat, now with a forked serpent tail, and melted through the wall.
 
The Unseen Intruders
 
Mama Uwani served food as Raihan, wrapped in a towel, emerged. With teasing words, Raihan dismissed her, urging quiet. Soon Mommy entered, frowning: “Raihan, did you just wake to pray? Or did your period return?”
 
Annoyed, Raihan admitted the bleeding had resumed. Mommy’s concern grew: “This is not normal. If it continues, we must see a doctor.” Raihan scoffed.
 
Just then Mama Uwani brought kunun gyada. Raihan laughed, shedding her towel shamelessly as she changed clothes. But pain struck suddenly; blood streamed down her legs, and she collapsed. Smoke seeped through the door, condensing into a sorrowful figure. He drained the oils again, muttering bitterly against Mugaza, who had crossed boundaries.
 
The wall pulsed, and the cat reappeared—shifting into a young woman. She raged: “You disgrace me by choosing a human bride! You know such unions are forbidden in our lineage. I will not accept a rival.” She vanished in fury.
 
The figure, exasperated, summoned Hidaya, a spirit twin of Raihan. She emerged from the earth, identical in form and dress. He commanded her: “Replace Raihan. Speak and act like her, or you and Prince Mu’az will suffer forever.”
 
Hidaya’s eyes welled with tears: “Please, do not do this. No one in this world do I love like Mu’az.” But he silenced her, carrying the unconscious Raihan into the ground, leaving the impostor to live in her place.
 
The Shadow of Raihan
 
The false Raihan explored the room, opening drawers and examining photos. She sat at the food, disliking its taste, sneering at human meals.
 
Then Goggo entered, scolding: “Rehanu, where have you been? You make me worry for nothing!” She saw the girl eating with a grimace and slapped her lightly, ranting about disrespect.
 
The impostor raised her head, eyes cold: “If you insult my parents again, I will gouge your eyes. These plates will obey me and torment you endlessly.” At once the utensils trembled, knives poised dangerously.
 
Goggo froze, urine staining her wrapper, sweat pouring. In terror she crawled out, calling for Raihan’s mother, barely dragging herself as fear weighed down her legs.
 
The house, unaware, had welcomed not Raihan but her shadow—a spirit set to replace her, bringing doom closer with each breath.