Kurkukun Kaddara Book 2 Complete Hausa Novel

Parveen and the others widened their eyes and stood with their mouths open as they stared at the door. An indescribable joy appeared on their faces; they had already opened their mouths, ready to scream with excitement, when Angel quickly stopped them, saying,

“Have you forgotten what I told you? Whatever you see, bite your lips and keep quiet. If you don’t, our secret will be exposed and they’ll discover what we’re trying to do.”

Confusion showed clearly on Haris’s face, and on the others as well, because they did not understand what she was talking about. All they could see was a metal cover fixed into the wall; after that, they heard Batul say that this was the door they had been looking for.

Naufal tried to speak and said,

“Angel, you’re keeping us in the dark. We don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

He finished his words with his eyes fixed on her face; she still hadn’t stopped smiling. Parveen and the others were the same—mouths wide open like a cotton field ready for harvest. They felt as if they had already escaped from the dungeon.

“Please explain to us, what is this metal cover on the wall?” Javed asked. Their voices came out with difficulty because of their physical weakness. Even the other men, including Mubeen, who had entered the toilet with Hannah over his shoulder, had no strength left in their bodies.

“I’m confused, Angel. Tell us—we’re eager to know,” Gabriel added.

Whoever spoke, Angel kept her eyes on their lips, following each speaker with her gaze. Joy overwhelmed her so much that she couldn’t speak.

“If she can’t explain it to us, Deeja, then you tell us what’s going on,” Haris said, his eyes fixed on Deeja who was standing there, fidgeting.

Seeing that they were starting to get upset, Angel swallowed hard and let out a heavy sigh. In a calm voice, she began to speak, slowly explaining everything to them about the door—except that she hid from them the conversation she had had with Salsabeel.

Out of sheer amazement, they began exchanging glances with one another. At the same time, an overwhelming, indescribable joy wrapped around their hearts. They didn’t even realize when they moved closer to Angel, lifted her up from where she was crouched beside the wall, and embraced her tightly—so tightly it was as if they might break her bones. Gabriel, especially, who most of all longed to escape from the prison of fate, held her fiercely. Hot tears began to stream down her face; she could no longer tell what kind of tears they were—tears of joy or of sorrow.

One after another, she looked at them after they released her. The thought echoing in her mind was: “Do not deceive yourselves into thinking that all of you will survive.” That thought struck her heart deeply and shook her soul. She prayed to Allah that death would not overtake them in that cursed prison. She did not want to lose anyone among them in that filthy building. Whenever she remembered the young boys she had seen in that room when she first arrived—seeing them hanging by ropes like animals—her whole body went numb. Truly, she had been deeply shaken by witnessing how they slaughtered a living human being and harvested parts of his body.

Their worry grew when they saw Angel burst into intense sobbing, as though her soul was about to leave her body, dizziness clouding her vision. With difficulty, she leaned her back against the wall, continuing to sob, her face soaked with tears.

The joy they had been feeling suddenly turned inward; concern appeared on their faces as they all spoke her name together:

“Angel! Why are you shedding tears? Please don’t let our hearts break. Don’t you feel the happiness we’re feeling? You’ve found for us the door through which we can escape from this prison of fate—the place where our lives have been confined and our freedom taken away. For years and years, from when we were babies until we gained awareness, all of us here have lived in this prison. There’s none among us who hasn’t spent more than ten years in this place. How can we not rejoice at seeing this door? We want to survive, even if only to see what lies outside this prison. We want to see the light that exists beyond it, even if it’s with our last breath. Our only wish is to escape. And even if you think we can’t all survive, we’ll pray to Allah to grant us enough time to leave this place. We swear we don’t want to die a humiliating death inside this prison. We’d rather death meet us out there, wherever we’re going, even if it’s on the path of our escape…”

Their words broke her heart even more. The way she looked at them with her tear-filled eyes—now changed in color—was a look of pure love and deep compassion. She didn’t want to lose any of them, yet she knew it wasn’t possible. Death was inevitable.

For a long time, they all cried, especially Batul and Azeeza, if you exclude the men among them. Tears lay pooled in their white eyes.

“We’re wasting time, Angel. I’ll be the first to try the door,” Gabriel said, despite his poor health. He moved toward the door, crouched down, and began feeling its surface.

“I’ll try too,” Naufal said as he stepped closer to Gabriel and crouched beside him. Together, they began pounding on the door, hoping it would open. Sweat poured down their faces, but the metal cover didn’t even move—let alone show any sign that it would open.