Ameenatou Yar Kaka Hausa Novel Complete
Despite his pain, Babiy bravely climbed the stairs to inspect what was happening. However, he quickly retreated when he realized they were about to encounter a group of Roman soldiers trying to enter. Out of respect, he bowed his head to them. At the same time, Hanash and Ummu also leapt to their feet. Babiy, overwhelmed by a mix of respect and extreme fear, collapsed to his knees. What he and Ummu saw next made them bow their heads, trembling with emotions sparked by something that had never before been seen in the history of the Roman Empire.
The large man leading the group locked his gaze on Babiy.
“You, poor man under the rule of the Roman Empire, we have come with an important message on behalf of the Empire,” he declared.
Babiy nodded, folding his hands in submission. “I am deeply honored by your presence and ready to obey your every command,” he replied.
Although his words seemed pleasing, the soldiers’ faces remained stern and unreadable. Babiy, trembling, got up and went into Ummu’s room. A few moments later, he returned carrying a large, brand-new mat he had bought for Arfa’s wedding. He prepared to spread it in front of the soldiers, but the leader raised his hand, stopping him.
“We are not here for mere gestures of hospitality,” he stated. “Our message is not just for you, poor man under Roman rule. The Empire has decreed an order that will change your house forever. We are here to bring joy and history to your family: one among you will become a daughter-in-law of the Roman Empire.”
Babiy and his family were struck dumb with shock and confusion. They couldn’t find the strength to speak, their mouths frozen as their minds scrambled to process what they had just heard. The leader, sensing their hesitation, turned his gaze from Babiy to Arfa, who stood trembling with her hands tightly clasped.
“Who is the eldest among you?” the leader demanded.
His words, laden with power and menace, sent a wave of terror through them. None of them could move or speak, as if the weight of the question had sealed their fates. They stood in stunned silence, consumed by fear and confusion.
Suddenly, the sharp crack of a whip broke the silence. Its cruel strike landed on Babiy, sending him collapsing to the ground in agony. The whip, adorned with the image of a lioness, left a burning mark on his skin. The soldier holding the whip hesitated for a moment before raising it again.
Before the whip could strike again, Arfa stepped forward. Tears streamed down her face, her entire body trembling. In a voice filled with desperation and sorrow, she cried out:
“Enough!”
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