Kurkukun Kaddara Part 1 Hafsat Boss Bature

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KURKUKUN KADDARA PART 1 HAFSAT BATURE

Their mouths fell open in sheer amazement as they stared at the door. An indescribable wave of joy washed over their faces, so much so that they parted their lips, ready to burst into loud screams of celebration. Angel quickly stopped them, warning, "Have you forgotten what I told you? No matter what you see, seal your lips and remain silent. If you don't, our secret will be exposed, and they will figure out exactly what we are trying to do." The faces of Haris and the others showed signs of confusion because they didn't fully understand what she was talking about; all they saw was a metal lid built into the wall, though they had heard Batul declare that this was indeed the escape door they had been searching for.
Naufal attempted to speak, asking, "Angel, you’ve left us completely in the dark. We have no idea what you’re talking about." He finished his sentence with his eyes locked onto her face, which still carried an unshakeable smile. Similarly, Parveen and the others had their faces lit up with massive, wide grins like a blooming field of cotton; they felt as though they had already broken free from the prison.
"Explain it to us, please. What is this metal lid on the wall for?" Javed asked. The voices of the men barely carried any strength due to their extreme physical weakness. This was especially true for Mubeen; when they first entered the toilet, his head was resting heavily on Hannah's shoulder, completely drained of energy.
"I’m completely bewildered, Angel. Please tell us, we are dying to know," Gabriel chimed in.
As each of them spoke, Angel kept her eyes fixed on their moving lips, scanning them one by one. The sheer weight of her happiness momentarily paralyzed her tongue.
"If she can't explain it to us, Deeja, you guys tell us what on earth is happening!" Haris demanded, turning his gaze toward Deeja and the others who stood huddled close together.
Seeing that they were beginning to lose their patience, Angel swallowed hard and drew a deep, heavy breath. In a calm, soothing voice, she began to explain everything to them systematically, laying out the truth about the hidden door. However, she carefully hid the private details of the conversation she had previously held with Salsabeel.
Overwhelmed by pure astonishment, they began exchanging glances. Instantly, a profound, radiant joy enveloped their hearts. Before they even realized what they were doing, they rushed over to Angel, lifting her from where she was crouching against the wall. They embraced her so tightly it felt as though they might snap her bones—especially Gabriel, who, more than anyone else, desperately yearned to escape this prison of destiny. Hot tears began to stream down Angel's face, leaving her deeply confused about their origin: Were these tears of absolute joy, or were they born of a deep, underlying sorrow? One by one, she looked at them after they finally released her. The haunting words that kept echoing inside her mind were: "Do not deceive your souls into thinking that all of you will survive!" This warning weighed heavily on her heart, cutting her to the core. Her only prayer was that death would not claim them inside this prison of fate. She could not bear the thought of losing another one of them to this filthy, wretched building. Whenever she recalled the young teenagers she had seen in that horrific room—when she had looked down and witnessed them hanging from ropes like slaughtered animals—her entire body went numb with dread. She had been deeply traumatized by the memory of seeing them slice open a living human being to harvest his organs...
Their panic spiked dramatically when Angel suddenly burst into violent, uncontrollable weeping, sobbing so hard it felt as though her very soul was leaving her body. Dizziness clouded her vision. With great effort, she leaned her back against the wall, continuing to weep bitterly, her face thoroughly stained with tears.
The joy they had just felt instantly withered away, replaced by deep anxiety on their faces. They began calling out her name in a frantic chorus.
"Angel! Why are you shedding your tears? For Allah's sake, do not cause our hearts to despair! Haven't you felt the immense joy we are feeling because you discovered the door through which we can escape this prison of destiny? This house where our lives have been systematically oppressed and suffocated for years, right from when we were infants up to the moment we gained our adult consciousness. Angel, there is not a single person among us here who hasn't spent over a dozen years inside this prison house. How could we not rejoice at the sight of this door? We want to survive, even if it is just to see what the world outside this prison looks like. We want to see the light out there, even if it is only with our very last breath! Our ultimate goal is simply to break free. Even if you believe that all of us cannot successfully escape, we will beg Allah to grant us enough time to leave this prison. By Allah, we do not wish to die a humiliated death inside here! We would much rather death overtake us out there where we are headed, or even along our path of escape..." Their words shattered her heart even further. Looking at them with her bloodshot, tear-stained eyes, her gaze conveyed nothing but pure, unadulterated love and deep pity for them. She did not want to lose a single one of them, yet she knew deep down that it was an impossible wish. Death was an absolute inevitability.
For a long time, they all wept together, particularly Batul and Azeeza, while the men stood by with tears pooling in their clear eyes.
"We are wasting precious time, Angel. I will be the first to attempt forcing this door open," Gabriel declared, despite his terrible health. Dragging himself forward, he approached the door, crouched down, and began frantically feeling around its surface.
"I will help you," Naufal added, moving close to Gabriel and crouching down beside him. Together, they began hammering against the door in a desperate bid to open it, sweat pouring profusely down their faces. Yet, the metal cover did not even budge, let alone show signs of opening.
Haris stepped closer and added his own physical strength to the effort. Eventually, even the women joined in, each testing their strength against the door to force it open. Throughout all this frantic commotion, Jemimah remained fast asleep in their room, buried deep beneath her blanket, completely oblivious.
They had mistakenly assumed it would be an easy task, which was why they pushed themselves so hard. The cover was made of heavily reinforced, resilient iron that had remained tightly sealed for years; how could weak, sickly youth ever hope to break it? Even though the sound of their frantic blows barely resonated outward, they stubbornly persisted, refusing to give up on forcing it open.
"Haris! Gabriel! Stop wasting your energy! This door will never open this way because we do not have the master key required to unlock it." Hearing Angel's words, they all straightened up, panting heavily from every breath, sweat dripping continuously from their bodies.
With one voice, they asked, "A key? Where can we find it? For Allah's sake, tell us where it is!"
Her heart grew deeply discouraged as they desperately questioned her about the key. She noticed that they were entirely frantic and terrified; their sole, panicked desire was to flee the prison.
"Angel, you've gone quiet, you aren't answering us." Taking a sharp breath, she ran her tongue over her dry lower lip. In a quiet, controlled voice, she finally spoke to them.
"Danish! He is the key that can break this door open for us. But unfortunately, he isn't with us; he is locked deep inside the prison quarters. Now, we must find him if we ever want to escape..." They stared at her in utter bewilderment. It was only natural for them to be shocked. How could Danish, who was widely known as the most cowardly and physically weak male among them, be the "key" to opening an iron door? How was that even possible? Where would Danish ever get the strength to achieve such a feat? Seeing the sheer skepticism in their eyes, she realized they did not believe her and desperately needed clarification.
"I cannot give you a lengthy explanation right now because you won't understand me, but definitely, Danish is the key to open the door. Just believe my words—he can open it."
The matter completely mystified them, especially Haris, who knew Danish better than anyone else. To Haris, Danish was a man who feared the smallest insect, yet today, Angel was calling him the key to their salvation.
"Her words are the absolute truth! I am a living witness to it! Danish is the only one who can open this door!" They all swung their eyes in unison toward Gabriel, who had just spoken.
"I know you're surprised as to why I’m saying this. It is because of a physical struggle we once had. During that fight, Danish grabbed me by the throat with a grip so terrifyingly powerful that I don't believe a normal human being could possess it. I know exactly what I felt before I managed to punch him in the eye. He possesses a shocking, unbelievable strength. He can absolutely break this door open..." Before he could even finish his sentence, Haris interrupted, his face twisted in deep confusion, "You are completely scrambling my brain. How can a man who lost one of his eyes do something like that? From what I know, Danish has absolutely no physical strength."
"Danish lost an eye?!" Batul gasped, her eyes widening in absolute terror. Her panic spiked upon hearing Haris’s words, as she had been kept completely in the dark regarding Danish's eye injury; they had intentionally hidden the truth from her to prevent her from breaking down.
"Danish did not lose his eye. He simply had a misunderstanding with Gabriel, which led to a punch to his eye, and that was the reason the Giant came and dragged him away. I hid this from you because I didn't want you to panic. Furthermore, Danish told me with his own mouth that he is perfectly fine and completely unhurt," Angel explained rapidly. Despite her words, Batul could not calm down; her body went completely cold, and tears immediately began tracking down her cheeks.
"Fine. For now, just tell us: How can we possibly see our brother Danish? If necessary, I will follow you and infiltrate the prison quarters myself to rescue him," Gabriel declared courageously, his fearless nature shining through despite his poor health.
Angel shook her head. "No, this is my task alone. I am the only one who can bring Danish back to us, by the grace of Allah."
"But how could you do that? There isn't a single door you can use to enter the prison quarters!" Just as Angel parted her lips to answer Naufal's question, it happened. Suddenly and completely without warning, her sharp ears caught the distinct sound of their main room door being unlocked. She cut her words short, her eyes stretching wide in absolute terror as she locked eyes with them.
"It sounds like someone is unlocking our room door! We are ruined! Our secret is about to be exposed! By Allah, we need to run out of this toilet right now!" Parveen panicked. Their terror multiplied a thousandfold; they were utterly frantic. In a desperate rush, Angel turned around, sprinted to the toilet door, and flung it open. The moment she crossed the threshold, the others scrambled wildly after her, colliding and knocking into one another in their mad dash. The moment they spilled into the center of the main room, everyone froze in their tracks. Their eyes darted anxiously toward the staircase, their chests heaving as they panted for air, every shred of peace completely evaporated. Their greatest, most agonizing fear was that it might be the old matriarch, Zafreen. And indeed, their horrific premonition materialized. As the heavy door swung fully open, their ears caught the sharp, menacing clack of her high heels Echoing: Kwas, kwas! Their bodies began to shake violently, and cold sweat began pouring from every pore.
In a terrified whisper, Deeja panicked, "We are doomed, Angel! We forgot to put the flowerpot back in its place! If she goes into the toilet now, what are we going to do?"
Lowering her voice to a desperate whisper, Angel replied, "By the grace of Allah, she won't go in. And even if she attempts to, I will stop her." Though she spoke with an air of bravery, she was internally terrified, relying purely on forced courage.
Dressed in her signature blood-red attire, the old woman slowly advanced toward where they stood frozen. Today, she wore no mask on her face. Towering behind her were two massive, monstrous Giants. The moment she drew close to the group, she halted her steady pace and began to meticulously inspect them, scanning their faces one by one. Overwhelmed by sheer panic and the desperate need to deflect suspicion, Angel's body trembled as she lowered her head toward the floor, her unstable, shaking voice whispering, "Good morning." Ever since Old Zafreen had locked her piercing eyes onto her, Angel found herself entirely frozen. The situation deeply baffled the old matriarch—the sudden, unusual sight of Angel bowing so submissively to greet her...
Quickly catching on, Haris and the others also bowed their heads, greeting her with forced, profound respect.
She did not offer a single word of reply to any of them. For five agonizing minutes, a suffocating silence filled the room before she finally cleared her throat and commanded them to lift their heads. Once their eyes met, she locked her piercing blue eyes onto Angel's face, subjecting her to an intense, deeply suspicious glare. The sheer intensity of the gaze made the hairs on Angel's arms stand on end. Entirely unable to maintain eye contact with Old Zafreen, Angel kept her eyes glued to the floor, nervously fidgeting and intertwining her fingers.
Deeja and the others felt the blood drain completely from their faces as they watched Old Zafreen dissect Angel with her stare. The fatal mistake Angel had made was greeting Zafreen in the first place. An ancient, deeply experienced matriarch like Zafreen had seen it all; how could a young girl possibly outsmart her? A girl who had never once offered a respectful greeting until today. This sudden behavioral shift instantly confirmed Zafreen's suspicions that something highly unusual was underway in their room. Slowly breaking her gaze away from Angel, she shifted her eyes toward Batul and the others. Their eyes were wide and shifty, completely devoid of innocence, and every single nervous micro-movement was being noted by the matriarch.
Suddenly and without warning, Zafreen burst into a loud, booming, sinister laugh. Their panic escalated drastically as they watched her in terror. Then, just as abruptly, she cut her laughter short, her face hardening into an ice-cold, ominous mask devoid of any warmth.
"Why were you in such a desperate hurry to greet me before I even demanded it?" The question hit Angel like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky.
Angel swallowed hard, the lump catching in her throat. Keeping her terrified eyes glued to the floor, she began to speak with total agitation.
"I recognize my past mistakes, and I deeply regret the disrespect I showed you in recent days. I simply want to mend the relationship between us because I know I behaved terribly..." Before she could even finish her fabricated explanation, Old Zafreen let out a cold, mocking smile, causing the words to die instantly in Angel's throat.
"And why on earth would you suddenly want to mend the relationship between us?" Angel's heart skipped a violent beat. Desperately gathering whatever composure she had left, she forced herself to continue.
"My father never raised me to be disrespectful. Before his death, he constantly counseled me on the absolute importance of respecting my elders. But due to my own stubborn, rebellious nature, I failed to follow his teachings. I deeply regret it now..." She burst into a theatrical wave of tears. Hibba and the others stared at her in utter astonishment, their mouths hanging wide open at her performance. She was proving to be quite the dramatic actress.
Parting her lips, Old Zafreen sneered, "Well done, Unaisah! A fox is indeed the master of cunning! If you were an actress in the film industry, you would undoubtedly win the award for the greatest performer. In all my long years, no one has ever dared to insult my intelligence the way you have today—a mere little girl who is young enough to be my granddaughter..." Zafreen's words struck absolute terror into their souls; they felt entirely doomed.
"Tell me, what are you plotting?" A suffocating silence followed, their hearts pounding violently against their ribs. Cultivating a dark smirk on the corner of her mouth, Zafreen added, "Of course, I already knew you wouldn't tell me. If I truly desired, I could easily use my sorcery to extract the innermost secrets of your hearts, or force you to confess everything with your own tongues."
Their eyes widened so far it felt as though their eyeballs might pop out of their sockets, their faces pale with pure terror and dread.
Seeing that the old woman was preparing to strike her staff against the ground to cast a spell, Angel quickly intervened, shouting, "I will tell you the truth!" Zafreen locked her unblinking eyes onto Angel's face.
"We were holding a discussion on how we might escape from this prison. We are completely exhausted from a life spent locked away in cages. We want to live a life of freedom, just like normal human beings out in the world."
She barely managed to choke out the final words, swallowing hard. Batul and the others listened to the exchange, every single one of them completely terrified.
"I don't believe a word of your story. As far as I know, prisoners do not possess the mental capacity to formulate such rational thoughts, let alone cooperate and hold a structured discussion among themselves. You orchestrated this entire lie, Unaisah, simply to misdirect my attention so I would buy into your story."
Before she even finished speaking, Zafreen began pacing around, inspecting their room. Like helpless fools, they could do nothing but track her movements with terrified eyes, praying to Allah that she wouldn't step into the toilet area and uncover their secret. She walked slowly, thoroughly analyzing the room, before turning abruptly and heading straight for the toilet section. Their terror reached a boiling point as they watched her back disappear into the room. The two Giants accompanying her remained completely motionless, standing by the entrance like carved stone statues.
Angel's worst fears were being realized; she began biting her fingers in absolute agony, resisting the powerful urge to sprint forward and physically block Zafreen's path.
"Innalillahi! Oh Allah, strike her blind before she sees it! Oh Allah, protect us! Oh Allah, prevent her from seeing anything!" They screamed desperately within their own hearts as they watched her step inside. Cold sweat began to wash over their faces. Azeeza was already fighting back tears. They knew with absolute certainty that if Zafreen discovered what they had been doing, they would face unspeakable agony; everyone would pay a brutal price. What terrified Angel the most was the strict warning Salsabeel had given her to be exceptionally careful; if their secret was exposed now, she would be solely responsible for bringing down absolute catastrophe upon all of them.
Squeezing her eyes shut, tears began to freely wash over her face. Deeja and the others kept their eyes locked on her, overcome by intense self-pity. They began visualizing the horrific torture they would be subjected to before being executed. They could only exchange terrified glances, completely unable to speak due to the menacing presence of the Giants guarding them.
Finally, Old Zafreen emerged from the toilet section. Her face carried that same sinister, unreadable smirk. The youth could only shake their heads in silent despair, entirely unable to utter a word. They assumed she had seen the hidden door, and that this was the absolute end. The hour of their doom had arrived; they had brought death upon themselves before their time.
"Wallahi, Oh Allah!..." Azeeza let out a terrified slip of the tongue, but Gabriel instantly clamped his hand over her mouth to silence her. Tears filled their eyes as they waited in agonizing suspense to hear the brutal punishment she would hand down now that their plan was exposed.
Walking majestically, she advanced toward them and planted her staff firmly onto the ground. She stared at them one by one for three agonizing minutes before she finally spoke in a measured, calm tone.
"The flowers you have planted have bloomed beautifully. Which of you has been watering them?" Their eyes nearly popped out of their heads in sheer shock. Astounded, thoughts began racing through their minds: Is it possible she didn't see the door? Or did Allah hear our desperate prayers and strike her completely blind to it?
"Have you gone mute? Why aren't you answering me?" Angel swallowed hard, her voice trembling violently as she stammered, "Am... um... I... I am the one... I water them, along with my siblings."
A smile spread across Zafreen's face as she said, "Continue watering them, I am very fond of flowers. In a short while, I shall take that flowerpot and relocate it to my personal chambers..." Driven by pure panic to prevent Zafreen from moving the pot and exposing the door, Angel cut her off impulsively, "If you want it, I can fetch it for you right this second so you can take it with you! We desire nothing more than to do whatever pleases your heart!" Old Zafreen narrowed her ancient eyes at her. "Why do you seem so incredibly guilty? How dare you interrupt me while I am speaking!" she barked harshly.
Bowing her head in absolute terror, Angel went silent. Sensing the danger, Batul quickly jumped in to cover for her, adding, "Ever since our diet was changed completely to green leaves, Angel has been losing her mind. She completely lacks any mental stability; you will often find her sitting all by herself, talking in wild, incoherent ramblings." She finished her explanation with a forced, innocent smile.
(The children had truly mastered the art of acting).
"Ah, I see. So that is what it is," Zafreen mused. Angel nodded rapidly, playing along. "Yes, exactly. Even back when I was at home, whenever I consumed meals mixed with leaves, I would completely lose my sanity. I absolutely detest eating leaves; it profoundly affects my brain," she added with a thoroughly pitiful expression.
Old Zafreen fell silent, observing them intently as if trying to detect any hidden deception buried beneath their expressions. However, Allah did not grant her the insight to perceive the truth. The only thing that deeply puzzled her was how comfortably they were speaking to her without showing their usual crippling dread.
"If you would grant us the permission, just for today, we would love for you to sit down and chat with us, as you are our grandmother..." They had completely overwhelmed and disoriented her with their reverse psychology. She could only stare at them, nodding her head repeatedly like a confused lizard.
They had completely silenced her ability to interrogate them further. Turning abruptly, she marched back toward the staircase, with her towering Giants turning in perfect unison to follow closely behind her. The moment the heavy echo of their main room door being locked shut reached their ears, the entire group burst into massive, ecstatic leaps of joy. They threw their arms around one another, their faces radiating absolute bliss over the impossible victory they had just achieved against her. Today, they had completely defeated Old Zafreen with shock and theater.
"Alhamdulillah! Oh Allah! We give thanks for Your divine intervention and help!" Angel proclaimed.
"By Allah, we narrowly escaped death today! You have no idea how violently my heart was hammering; from the moment she walked in, my peace was completely shattered," Yasmin gasped. Hibba added, "You weren't the only one! I was a hair's breadth away from urinating in my pants. That woman is pure evil personified!" Everyone began eagerly contributing their own thoughts to the conversation.
"But seriously, how on earth did she enter the toilet and fail to see anything, yet she managed to clearly see the flowerpot?" Naufal asked, completely mystified by the miracle.
"We begged Allah, and He struck her blind to our secret, which is why she saw nothing else!" Deeja explained.
"Please, let us stop discussing this matter right now. They might hear us since they are constantly monitoring us. I want us to discuss our plans further, but we must wait until later in the evening when darkness deeply sets in. Only then will we slip back into the toilet section. If they see us constantly moving back and forth right now, they will realize something is wrong." In perfect unison, they all chorused, "Alright."
"For now, everyone go back to your beds and get some rest before evening arrives." One by one, they headed toward their respective beds, climbing up and laying down to rest. Only three people remained standing, their hearts heavily weighed down by a single, burning dilemma: How on earth are we going to break that iron door cover open? How can we locate Danish? Their desperate hope was that Allah would safely return him to them without further suffering—at least, that was the extent of Haris and the others' understanding, as they were still completely ignorant of the horrific reality that Danish had already been transformed into a monstrous Giant.
The three individuals left standing were Gabriel, Batul, and Angel. They refused to leave, clearly waiting to hear more about...

2. Analytical Breakdown & Continuity Context

• The Psychological Theater of Survival: This chapter showcases a massive shift in the power dynamic between the captive youth and the antagonist, Old Zafreen. Angel utilizes brilliant, high-stakes improvisational acting to weaponize Zafreen's ego. By offering an uncharacteristic submissive greeting ("Good morning") and appealing to her vanity ("as you are our grandmother"), Angel disorents a seasoned, dangerous sorceress.
• The Miraculous Blindspot: The narrative heavily emphasizes divine intervention. Despite Zafreen entering the exact toilet cubicle where the escape door is hidden and explicitly noting the misplaced flowerpot, she fails to notice the altered wall. The youth attribute this entirely to a spiritual blindness granted by Allah in response to their silent panic.

• The Tragic Dramatic Irony of Danish: A core element of suspense is established here. Angel and Gabriel know Danish is the physical "key" needed to break the iron door due to his hidden, monstrous strength. Haris and Batul think Danish is a weak coward who simply lost an eye in a fight. The ultimate tragic irony—which the reader and Angel share, but the rest of the group does not—is that Danish has already been chemically or biologically altered into one of the very "Giants" guarding them.

  3. Active Character Roster

  Character NameRole / DescriptionCurrent Status in ChapterAngel (Unaisah)The protagonist, strategist, and chosen leader of the captive youth.Exhausted, emotionally overwhelmed, but successfully tricked Zafreen.Old ZafreenThe main antagonist; a ruthless, elderly matriarch and sorceress who runs the organ-harvesting prison.Duped by the youth's acting; left the room baffled but temporarily satisfied.GabrielA brave, fiercely determined but physically ailing captive; witness to Danish's true strength.Physically exhausted from trying to force the door; remains standing with Angel.HarisA captive youth who closely knew Danish prior to his capture; deeply skeptical of his strength.Shocked by Angel's claims; helped fake the greeting to Zafreen.NaufalOne of the captive males who assists Gabriel in trying to physically batter the iron door.Resting after a futile physical effort.BatulA captive girl who is deeply attached to Danish; kept in the dark about his severe injuries.Distressed upon learning about Danish's eye; remains standing at the end.DeejaA captive girl who assists Angel and helps manage the group's panic.Resting after helping execute the cover-up.AzeezaA highly panicked captive girl who nearly exposes the group with a slip of the tongue.Silenced by Gabriel; currently resting.Yasmin & HibbaPart of the background captive youth group inside the room.Relieved and resting after nearly fainting from fear.Mubeen & HannahCaptive youth; Mubeen is in a critical state of extreme physical exhaustion/illness.Resting; Mubeen is completely devoid of energy.Parveen & JavedCaptive youth who participate in the initial discovery and panic.Resting on their beds.JemimahA captive girl who represents complete oblivion to the danger.Slept through the entire high-stakes interrogation under her blanket.SalsabeelAn external or higher-level entity/ally (referenced by Angel).Not physically present; previously warned Angel to be cautious.The GiantsMonstruous, physically mutated, brainwashed enforcers under Zafreen's command.Stood like statues during the interrogation; escorted Zafreen out.DanishA captive youth who has secretly been transformed into a Giant.Not physically present; currently locked away in the main prison quarters.