Triplets Book 2 Hausa Novel Complete
Rimsha sprinted as fast as her legs could carry her, with Kausar trailing close behind. The labyrinth of tunnels was riddled with paths, and in their panic and confusion, they veered away from their initial route, choosing an unfamiliar path. They ran endlessly, the sound of their hurried breaths echoing off the tunnel walls. Rimsha pushed herself so hard that exhaustion eventually forced her to stop. Separated from one another, they failed to realize how far they had gone from the Kingdom of Death. They collapsed, gasping for air, as if their lives were slipping away.
The faint glimmers of light through small openings in the tunnel began to fade, signaling the arrival of night. In the underground maze, day and night seemed the same, but those slivers of light made a subtle difference. Fatigue and thirst weighed heavily on them, yet the thought of calling upon God did not cross their minds, lost as they were in despair.
They remained there for a full day, unable to find Ayla, while the Barbushi also failed to locate Rimsha. Unknown to them, prayers from different corners of the world shielded them. Jehan, plagued by dreams of Rimsha over the past two days, had been fervently praying for her safety. Rimsha’s aunt, too, had been haunted by troubling dreams and offered her prayers. The scholars who had been teaching Rimsha the Quran—thanks to her mother’s arrangements—finished their lessons that very day. Their prayers added to the chorus, and by divine mercy, Rimsha found a way to escape the Kingdom of Death. Even Rimsha’s father and Mustapha, silently praying in their hearts, played their part in her survival.
The next day, Kausar, weak and on the brink of collapse from thirst, caught Rimsha’s attention. Though she, too, was parched and exhausted, Rimsha summoned the last of her strength. She hoisted Kausar onto her back, every step a battle as her legs trembled under the weight. Blood that had once flowed freely from her wounds had dried, leaving her in agony, but she pressed on. Tears streamed down her face as she retraced their path, heading back to where their journey had begun.
After a short distance, they came across a metal door. Rimsha gently lowered Kausar to the ground and untied a small vial of enchanted water given to her by the moon. Following the moon's instructions, she poured a few drops onto the door. Instantly, the door swung open, and a blinding light flooded the space. The brightness of the rising sun overwhelmed their unadjusted eyes, forcing them to shield their faces.
When their eyes finally adjusted, Rimsha opened her weary, bloodshot eyes, once radiant and full of life. Now dulled by pain and hardship, her gaze was barely recognizable. She turned to Kausar, helped her stand, and together they limped forward, supporting one another.
Before them stretched a dense forest, its towering trees so thick that they obscured the direction of the sun. The air was heavy with the sounds of birds and the rustling of unseen creatures. Fear gripped their hearts as they thought back to the Kingdom of Death—at least there, people existed. Here, the unknown surrounded them, with the certainty of wild animals, venomous snakes, and other dangers lurking in the shadows.
"Is this even a country? A city?" they wondered, overwhelmed by the hostility of their new surroundings.
Readers, let us pause here for now. If destiny wills, we shall meet again tomorrow.
