Mazan Jiya 3 Abdulaziz Madakin Gini

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MAZAN JIYA (Heroes of Yesteryears)

Book Two (2) - Part E
By Abdulaziz Sani 

Right there, I burst into tears, running around and screaming inside this house. Suddenly, I saw the palace maidens appear before me, surrounding me to comfort me. Then they prostrated themselves before me, saying:

"Oh our leader, exercise patience with destiny. Know that we are here to banish your loneliness and fulfill all your desires from now until the end of your life."

When I heard this, I looked at them in amazement and asked, "And if death takes you, who will continue to care for me?"
In unison, they replied, "We are not humans like you; we are jinn, and we live much longer on earth than you mortals."
From that day on, I entered a new life inside this house, and it happened that I performed wondrous feats through the power of sorcery and spiritual arts that even I found astonishing. Thus I continued to live in good health and peace of mind. But whenever I remembered my father, I would burst into tears, and whenever I remembered that I had never seen my mother, a deep sorrow would take root in my heart.
I remained in this state for four whole years. On the day I saw the images of all that happened to you inside the Cave of Mazubatul Dulshal, I was seized by an intense love for you. Therefore, when those jinn followed you to destroy you, I followed my father's command and transformed into a whirlwind to rescue you before they could harm you, bringing you here. I have nursed you back to health for the past fourteen days until you finally recovered.
This is the brief history of my life, oh hero of heroes. Know that I saw in my spiritual divinations that if you return to Princess Larziya, she will command you to perform a terrible deed that will cause a falling out between you and Salimat—the woman who raised you as her very own child. As a result of this, Salimat will take her own life. When that happens, you will hate yourself and everything in the world, and your love with Princess Larziya will shatter; in short, you two will never marry.
I advise you to forget about Larziya, stay here with me, and let us marry to enjoy our lives in wealth and peace. Know that I am superior to Larziya in beauty, lineage, and status in the world, and whatever you seek in life—whether wealth or glory—is as good as yours if you are with me.
When Princess Hayatul Lumhas reached this point in her speech, Hantaru smiled, sighed deeply, and said:

"Oh bearer of beauty, status, and glory, know that true love cares nothing for physical beauty or status. Therefore, Princess Larziya's dignity in my heart is multiplied by a thousand. Larziya was the first woman to claim a space in my heart, and she will be the last, for I will never love another besides her."

"I am satisfied with all your explanations, but I do not believe them because I believe I can alter any destiny that befalls me in the future as long as magic retains its power on earth. Know that if it was wealth I sought in this world, I have found it by retrieving the sword Saiful Lujara from the Cave of Mazubatul Dulshal—a feat that defeated thousands of champions over millennia. If I want wealth or power, I can attain them through the power of this sword. Therefore, you have nothing that can distract my attention or make me forget my beloved, whom I yearn for day and night—Princess Larziya."
"All I ask of you is that you lead me out of this house of yours and set me on the path leading to the city of Darul Mahabul so I can fulfill the rest of my life's ambition."
When Hantaru finished speaking, tears welled up in the eyes of Princess Hayatul Lumhas. She fell silent, saying nothing, with her head bowed down due to intense sorrow and frustration. After a while, she raised her head, looked at Hantaru, and said:

"Oh my beloved, know that you owe me a debt for saving your life from the hands of those wicked jinn inside the Cave of Mazubatul Dulshal who guard the sword Saiful Lujara. You have no way to repay this debt because you are a pauper compared to me, even if you were to rule all the kingdoms of the world in the future, for in this house of mine is a treasure trove of wealth greater than all the riches of the earth. I want you to repay me this debt with just one thing."

Hantaru asked, "What is it you want me to pay you with?"
Instead of answering verbally, Hayatul Lumhas went and fetched an idol carved in her own likeness and handed it to Hantaru. When he took the idol and examined it closely, he saw that it bore the exact features of Princess Hayatul Lumhas, down to the smallest detail. Hantaru looked up at her again and asked, "What shall I do with this idol of your face?"
Hayatul Lumhas replied:

"I want you, no matter how difficult or exhausting it may be, to take this idol to the city of Hindu and deliver it to my mother, Queen Mashlima, who currently occupies the throne of my father. Tell her my story and the magnificent realm in which I live, but inform her that my ultimate ambition—which was also her husband's dream—has not been fulfilled, and therefore we will never meet again, and my end is near just as my father's was. If you do this, you will have repaid the debt you owe me. If you fail to do so, you will have betrayed me."

Having said this, Hayatul Lumhas turned her back on Hantaru and said:

"Rise and continue walking toward the east. You will encounter a door before you; upon stepping through it, you will find yourself outside this house, where you will find a horse and provisions I have prepared for you. But know that from now until you reach the gates of the city of Darul Mahabul, you have the chance to change your mind and return to me. My door remains open to you, and I will gladly welcome you back. If you do not return, then we shall never meet again, for both of our ends are near."

Upon hearing these words, Hantaru headed east and walked through the courtyard without even looking back. It wasn't until he had gone a long distance from where he left Hayatul Lumhas that he remembered the deep bond formed during the fourteen days of her nursing him back to health. Hantaru recalled Hayatul Lumhas's extraordinary beauty, the immense wealth and luxury she possessed, and her status as the daughter of the King of Hindu—a city unmatched in military might in this era.
Instantly, remorse washed over Hantaru, and he felt a profound pity for Princess Hayatul Lumhas. Tears spilled from his eyes, and he turned back, thinking he might catch a glimpse of her. As he turned, he saw her standing right beside him, her eyes swimming with tears.
Immediately, Hantaru embraced Hayatul Lumhas and burst into a heavy sob, while she broke into a laugh of pure joy, seeing that his heart had wavered and he had abandoned his journey to stay with her. But to his own astonishment, Hantaru suddenly pushed her away from his body, looked at her, and said:

"Forgive me, star of the modern age. Indeed, you will forever remain a cherished memory in my heart, and I will surely repay the debt I owe you before my time ends. But know that you will never possess me, nor I you, for we were not made for each other."

With those words, Hantaru turned and continued on his way.
Suddenly, he heard Hayatul Lumhas burst into a heartbreaking cry that deeply shook his soul. He felt an intense wave of pity for her, making him want to abandon the journey and return to her. Yet, forcing his resolve, he pressed on, weeping as he walked, until he had traveled far enough that her cries faded entirely. Only then did he reach the outer gate of the estate.
Upon reaching the door, he found it open by itself. Right there stood a magnificent white horse, alone and pawing the air, with a bag of provisions tied to its head. Overjoyed, Hantaru ran to the horse, leaped onto its back, seized the reins, and galloped off into the wilderness.
From that day on, Hantaru traveled through the wilderness, sleeping here and rising there for many days. Miraculously, not once did he encounter any evil or experience any hardship.
One evening, while traveling, he suddenly spotted the gates of the city of Darul Mahabul ahead of him, a short distance away. This astonished him greatly, because previously his journeys had been disoriented; he had not known where he was headed, simply letting his horse guide him without altering its course. Seeing the gates filled Hantaru with immense joy, and he urged his horse into a swift gallop.
Upon reaching the city gates, he rode through swiftly, wrapped his turban over his face, and hid the sword Saiful Lujara inside his provision bag. He headed straight for Shurem's house.
When Hantaru arrived at the doorway, he found Shaulat, Shurem's wife, alone, watering her husband's horse. Seeing a masked horseman before her, Shaulat panicked and turned to run inside. Quickly, Hantaru called out her name, saying, "Oh grandmother, are you running away from your grandson today?"
Hearing Hantaru's voice, Shaulat dropped her bucket and ran toward him. Hantaru quickly dismounted, and they embraced as she laughed with joy, only to burst into tears shortly after. Deeply alarmed, Hantaru pulled back, held her shoulders, and asked, "Oh grandmother, what is the reason for these tears?"
Shaulat sighed and said:

"Oh Hantaru, know that after your departure to the cave of Mazubatul Dulshal with champion Rabbasu to retrieve the sword Saiful Lujara, many people lost their lives. The death of Rabbasu's father and my husband's father, the sorcerer Sulbaini, caused chaos and panic between our tribe and Rabbasu's tribe. We engaged in guerrilla warfare, killing one another, until the king barely managed to stop the war. My husband died in this conflict. Now I have no one in this city except your mother, Salimat, and you."

Hearing this, a bitter sorrow gripped Hantaru, and he burst into a heavy sob. At that exact moment, he saw Salimat emerge from the house, hurrying toward them with tears streaming down her face. Hantaru rushed to her, and they embraced, crying tears of joy upon their reunion.
The three of them entered the house together. After Hantaru rested and ate, Salimat and Shaulat escorted him to Shurem's grave. He knelt before it, weeping, and offered pagan prayers according to their customs. Hantaru wept not just out of grief, but because he had returned from the Cave of Mazubatul Dulshal successfully bearing the sword Saiful Lujara, yet Shurem was not alive to witness it. He knew this would have been the happiest day of Shurem's life—the day their lineage won a competition they had failed to conquer for decades.
When Hantaru finished his prayers and weeping at Shurem's grave, Salimat raised him to his feet, and they returned inside. There, he opened his provision bag, pulled out the sword Saiful Lujara to show them, and recounted his entire journey: the hardships he and Rabbasu faced, Rabbasu's despair and suicide inside the cave, his own struggle with the inner perils, how he seized the sword and fled for his life, falling unconscious, and how he awoke in the house of Princess Hayatul Lumhas, detailing everything that passed between them until their parting and his arrival in Darul Mahabul.
Hearing this tale, Salimat and Shaulat were filled with profound awe and praised Hantaru, knowing he had achieved a heroic feat that would be nearly impossible for anyone else to replicate.
They conversed late into the night. Hantaru and Shaulat eventually went to sleep, but Salimat could not lie down; her eyes were dry, and she felt entirely sleepless. This was caused by the intense anxiety brought on by Hantaru's account of Princess Hayatul Lumhas's prophecies regarding his future.
Ever since Hantaru left to seek the sword, Salimat had experienced recurring nightmares about him. In these dreams, it was revealed that Hantaru would destroy all the happiness in her life. Recalling these dreams and the new tale, she became convinced they might come true.
Consumed by worry, Salimat couldn't sleep and began to cry quietly. The sound of her weeping woke Hantaru. Opening his eyes and seeing her sitting and crying, he sprang up in alarm, rushed to her, embraced her, and said:

"Oh my mother, know that this dream of yours will never come true, for no one holds a higher and more important place in my heart than you. I swear by the love between you and your husband that I will never turn my back on you. I believe that nothing is impossible for magic, so even if your dream were destined to befall us, I will alter that destiny with the power of magic. After we claim the competition trophy from the king and my marriage to Princess Larziya is formalized, I want you and Shaulat to accompany me to the palace tomorrow morning so I can present the sword Saiful Lujara to the king before the public, fulfilling our lineage's goal and my own ambition."

Hearing this, Salimat felt her mind somewhat eased. She wiped her tears, rested her head on Hantaru's chest, and he began to hum softly, reciting comforting poetic verses.
Lulled by this, Salimat fell fast asleep. Morning broke, yet Salimat remained asleep upon Hantaru's chest. He refused to move his body so as not to wake her, continuing to hum his soothing melodies out of utmost devotion and love for her peace of mind.
The warmth of the rising sun finally awoke Salimat. Finding herself resting on Hantaru's chest while his eyes were wide open with no sign of fatigue, she filled with concern and asked:

"Oh my son, how is it that I slept upon your chest while you remained awake? Why didn't you sleep as well?"

Hantaru smiled and said:

"Your peace of mind is my peace. Had you not found this sleep, I would have spent the night weeping in grief."

No sooner had he spoken than members of their lineage began pouring into the house, joyfully congratulating Hantaru on his safe return as if all their sorrows had been swept away. Hantaru and Salimat were bewildered at how the public already knew of his return. What they didn't know was that a palace maid had spread the news the previous evening. Soon, Shurem's house was packed to capacity, resembling a grand wedding celebration.
After the crowd gathered, Hantaru was adorned in festive attire and escorted to the royal palace amid drumming, dancing, and flute-playing. Word swept across the city that Hantaru had returned. People flocked to the palace to witness whether Hantaru had successfully retrieved the sword Saiful Lujara and to learn the fate of champion Rabbasu.
When Hantaru and the townspeople arrived, the palace was packed to the brim with no room to spare. The king sat majestically upon his throne, beaming with a wide smile because local sorcerers had already informed him of Hantaru's success. To the king's right sat Princess Larziya, dazzlingly adorned like the full moon, wearing a captivating smile capable of mesmerizing any adult who dared gaze upon her.
As Hantaru entered the palace with his people, guards stopped the crowd behind, leaving Hantaru to approach the throne alone. From a distance, his eyes met those of his beloved Princess Larziya, who smiled as though she wished to rush to him, though she restrained herself. Hantaru mirrored her smile with equal restraint.
Reaching the throne, Hantaru prostrated himself in greeting. The royal heralds acknowledged it, and the king looked down at him, saying:

"Oh champion of the world, what news of your traveling companion Rabbasu, and what have you brought us?"

Hearing this, Hantaru's body grew cold, and his eyes filled with tears. Without concealing anything, he recounted their entire journey from beginning to end. By the time he finished, everyone in the hall was weeping out of sympathy, while Hantaru himself shed tears.
Then, Hantaru pulled the sword Saiful Lujara from beneath his garment and drew it from its scabbard. As the blade was unsheathed, its brilliant radiance filled the entire hall, dazzling everyone present. All the sorcerers standing near the king prostrated themselves before the sword in unison, shouting:

"Glory and honor to the hero of heroes, the champion of the year, warrior Hantaru, husband of Princess Larziya!"

The entire hall erupted in cheers, music, and songs. Raising his staff, the king commanded silence. He then stood up personally, summoned Rabbasu's father's successor to hand over the championship trophy, walked over to Hantaru, displayed the trophy, and announced:

"Tomorrow, this trophy returns permanently to you, the lineage of Shurem!"

The palace exploded into cheers once more. Raising his royal scepter a second time for silence, the king declared:

"Indeed, champion Hantaru has left a historic and glorious legacy in our city that we will boast of across all nations, for he is the hero who shall marry my daughter tomorrow evening right here in my palace. Verily, Hantaru has brought an end to the feud and hostility between the blacksmiths' lineage and the hunters' lineage in our blessed land. Therefore, today I officially abolish the ancient tradition of the deer racing competition."

With this declaration, the king took his daughter Princess Larziya by the hand and led her inside the royal chambers. She glanced back longingly at Hantaru as if she wanted to break away and run to him, while Hantaru felt an impulse to chase after her. But remembering that their wedding would take place tomorrow, his heart settled, and he watched her go with a smile.
After the king and Larziya retired inside, the assembly dispersed. Driven by fierce excitement and anticipation, Hantaru did not sleep that night; night and day blurred together, meaning he had now gone two full days without sleep.
At dawn, Shurem's lineage flooded the streets with drumming, music, and dancing, holding feasts in homes and neighborhoods across the city of Darul Dulshul to celebrate the triumphant retrieval of the sword Saiful Lujara. The celebrations continued into the evening.
Meanwhile, the lineage of Rabbasu spent the time in deep grief and mourning, having suffered a triple loss: the loss of their leader (Rabbasu's father), the loss of the championship trophy they had held for generations, and the loss of their greatest heir and champion, the peerless warrior Rabbasu.

Summary

In Part E of Mazan Jiya, Hantaru rejects the romantic advances and offers of eternal luxury made by Princess Hayatul Lumhas, the jinn princess who rescued and nursed him. Though she asks him to deliver an idol of her to her mother in the city of Hindu as a final repayment for saving his life, Hantaru remains steadfast in his devotion to Princess Larziya. He rides away on a magical horse provided by Hayatul Lumhas and arrives safely at the city of Darul Mahabul.
Upon his return, Hantaru reunites with his grieving foster mother Salimat and grandmother Shaulat, discovering that local tribal wars led to the death of Shurem. Despite Salimat’s dark premonitions and nightmares predicting disaster from his ties to Larziya, Hantaru reassures her and presents the legendary sword Saiful Lujara before the king and the citizens. The king honors Hantaru, officially abolishes the historical blood feuds between the rival lineages, awards the championship trophy to Shurem's family, and publicly declares that Hantaru will marry Princess Larziya the following evening, culminating in massive city-wide celebrations while the defeated rival faction mourns its losses.

Description

This literary excerpt is written in rich, dramatic Hausa prose characteristic of epic romantic-fantasy storytelling. It blends themes of loyalty, magical realism, spiritual premonitions, and traditional martial rivalry. The narrative highlights emotional depth through internal conflicts—such as Hantaru's fleeting remorse toward Hayatul Lumhas contrasted with his unwavering loyalty to Larziya, and Salimat's maternal anxiety juxtaposed with communal triumph.

Analytics

• Primary Protagonist: Hantaru (The hero who successfully retrieves the sword Saiful Lujara).
• Key Supporting Characters:
  • Princess Hayatul Lumhas: The jinn princess/heir to Hindu who saved Hantaru and harbors unrequited love for him.
  • Salimat: Hantaru's devoted foster mother tormented by ominous prophetic dreams.
  • Shaulat: Shurem's grieving widow and Hantaru's supportive grandmother figure.
  • Princess Larziya: Hantaru's true love and the catalyst for the upcoming royal wedding.
  • The King: Ruler of Darul Mahabul who orchestrates political peace and the royal union.
• Core Conflict: The tension between supernatural temptations/destinies (represented by Hayatul Lumhas and ominous prophecies) and mortal loyalty, familial bonds, and romantic devotion (represented by Larziya and Salimat).
• Major Plot Resolutions:
  • The retrieval and public presentation of the legendary sword Saiful Lujara.
  • The official abolition of the generations-long blood feud between the blacksmiths' and hunters' lineages.
  • The transfer of the championship trophy to Shurem's lineage.
  • The formal announcement of Hantaru and Princess Larziya's upcoming marriage.