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BUZU BOOK 3 COMPELET
Alhaji Zailani inserted a new SIM card into his phone and dialed Nana's number. Sayyid lay nearby, feeling the phone vibrate repeatedly, but he ignored it; even if he answered, he lacked the strength to speak. However, seeing that the caller had no intention of stopping, he reached for the phone to switch it off. At the last second, he changed his mind, answered the call, and pressed it to his ear.
"Did you think blocking my number would stop me from getting what I want from you?" Zailani sneered, unaware of who was listening. "My focus is back on you now. I’ve already seen to it that your husband was fired. I will track you down wherever you hide to fulfill my desires." A wave of dizziness washed over Sayyid as he listened.
"Aren't you going to speak?" Zailani asked, glancing at his screen. Suddenly, his phone began to flicker with a strange, blinding light as if it were about to explode. To his horror, the room lights died, plunging him into total darkness. He scrambled to his feet, trembling.
"For the second time, you have crossed my path despite my warnings," a voice echoed—chilling and unnatural. "She is mine. I warn you one last time before I expose your darkest secrets." Zailani clutched his ears to block out a deafening, discordant sound as the room seemed to spin violently around him.
When the noise finally ceased, he opened his eyes to a nightmare. Shukura stood before him, naked, with blood streaming down her legs and a knife gripped in her hand.
"Daddy, where is my baby? Give me my baby, Daddy!" she cried. Terrified, he backed away, but she lunged at him with the blade. He fled the room, screaming in pure agony.
"Alhaji, what is wrong? Has your blood pressure finally affected your brain? Why are you screaming like this?" Hajiya Amina asked in bewilderment. Zailani looked around to find himself back in his bed, in his own room. He wanted to speak, but the sheer terror of the vision left him paralyzed.
In the village, Uwani took Nana from house to house, introducing her to relatives as Isa's daughter. Most did not know her, but Nana's mind was entirely on Sayyid, whom she had left alone at home. She worried he might need her.
Despite her exhaustion, Nana endured Uwani's endless chatter until she could take no more. “Uwani, I left a sick man at home. Can we just do the shopping? I’m afraid he might need something.”
"You’re right," Uwani conceded. “Let’s go. I wish you’d waited for market day for better prices, but since you're here, the family will surely come by to check on your husband anyway.”
They bought some groceries—Nana carefully counting every penny, terrified that their small savings would vanish. Once Uwani dropped her off and left, Nana entered the room with a greeting.
"Sayyid, I'm so sorry I stayed away this long. Uwani kept dragging me along; my legs feel like they’re going to break." She stopped mid-sentence. Sayyid was sprawled facedown on the floor in the middle of the room, his arms twisted awkwardly.
Her heart hammered against her ribs, fearing the worst. When she turned him over, she let out a shaky breath of terror. His eyes were rolled back, showing only the whites, and his skin was scorching hot, like a furnace.
Whispering "Bismillah," she began to strip off his heavy clothes to cool him down, dabbing him with water. She locked the door, removed her own wrap, and lay against him, hoping her own body might draw out some of the heat, though the contact felt like fire against her skin.
As she drifted into a trance-like state, she saw **Kaisar** standing by the door.
"Be careful," Kaisar warned coldly, “or this heat will force the child out of your womb, or **Giyaz** will cause him irreparable harm. I warned you from the start, but you ignored me. Since you choose to be stubborn, you will suffer until the day Allah decides otherwise.”
Meanwhile, Maijidda was in a state of panic because she couldn't reach Nana. Her sister Saude tried to calm her, promising to keep calling until the network improved. Maijidda lamented how her husband, Muslimi, had taken her phone away and refused to let her go to Kano to see her children.
Five days passed in a blur of fever and pain. Sayyid’s body was swollen, especially his feet. Nana, though battling her own severe pregnancy sickness, managed to care for him with superhuman strength.
One afternoon, Sayyid finally regained consciousness. "Ma vie," he whispered.
"Alhamdillah! You’re awake?" Nana cried with joy. He was still weak and breathless, but he was present.
Nana remembered a traditional remedy for high blood pressure she had seen used before. She went out and gathered coconut husks, moringa bark, and white hibiscus. She boiled them into a medicinal tea.
“Drink this, Sayyid. Let’s try it; perhaps Allah will grant us a cure through this.”
Though he hated the taste of medicine, he drank it for her sake. Remarkably, within a short time, the swelling in his body began to recede, and he regained enough strength to walk to the bathroom unaided.
Later, they walked outside together. They found themselves standing before a massive, ancient baobab tree with twisted branches and roots that broke through the earth like serpents.
"Asma'u," Sayyid said suddenly, using her formal name. “I feel like I know this place.”
Nana felt a chill. “Me too... but I've never been here.”
Suddenly, the sky darkened, and a flash of lightning revealed the Old Man with the sightless eyes.
"Welcome," the Old Man hissed. “To the land where your ancestors committed the sins that will haunt your bloodline forever. You will continue to pay this debt as long as children with your star sign are born.”
A female figure shrouded in an ancient veil lunged at Nana, pinning her to the ground. Nana felt them reaching into her womb, tearing at her life force.
"Ya Hayyu Ya Qayyum! Allah, help me! Sayyid! Sayyid, wake up!" Nana screamed, shaking Sayyid, who was actually sleeping beside her on the mattress. It had been a nightmare.
"Sayyid, my womb hurts! My baby! I don't want to lose my baby this time!" she sobbed. When she went to the bathroom, she saw blood. Her heart shattered.
Sayyid held her, comforting her as he played a recording of the Qur'an on his phone.
"Did we really go out earlier?" she asked, trembling.
"Yes," he replied softly. “You fell, and I carried you home. You've been sleeping ever since.”
Nana curled into him, terrified by the thin line between her reality and the nightmares that refused to let her go.
