MAZAN JIYA Book 1 Complete By Abdulaziz Madakin Gini

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GWARAZAN JIYA

Book One © All Rights Reserved Written by: Mansur Usman Sufi
Date of Composition: Ramadan 2024
Author's Official Pen Name: Sarkin Marubutan Yaƙi (The King of Martial Writers)
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Other Publications by the Author:

• Tafarkin Tsira (The Path of Salvation)
• Jaruman Duniya (The Champions of the World)
• Kogon Annoba (The Cavern of the Plague)
• Kangin Bauta (The Shackles of Slavery)
• Fataucin Bayi (The Slave Trade)
• Sarautar Mutuwa (The Sovereignty of Death)
• Takobin Ɗaukaka (The Blade of Renown)
• Sarkin Sadaukai (The King of Warriors)
• Goga Sha Fama (The Veteran of Crises)
• Karya da Gaskiya (Falsehood and Truth)
• Ƙarni Uku (Three Centuries)
• Ƙarshen Zalunci (The End of Tyranny)

• Kundin Al'ajabi (The Registry of Marvels)

  CHAPTER ONE: The Ambush at the Stream

  The warrior maiden was clad in flowing, expansive garments of pure white from head to toe. Even the massive warhorse she rode was a stallion of immaculate, unblemished white—magnificent to behold. She traveled through a vast, majestic forest characterized by towering trees, jagged rocks, and high cliffs, pushing forward for three consecutive, grueling intervals of travel without granting herself a single moment of respite.
  As the fourth interval of her journey drew to a close, her stallion began to alter its stride, its heavy limbs showing clear signs of exhaustion. Pulling firmly on the reins, she brought the beast to a sudden halt. She dismounted and securely tethered her horse to the trunk of a nearby tree.
  Reaching down, she retrieved her leather waterskin to refresh herself, only to find it completely dry. A wave of deep anxiety washed over her; she desperately required water to perform her ritual ablutions (alwala) to observe her prayers.
  As she stood contemplating her situation, her eyes caught the shimmer of a small stream running a short distance through the brush. Filled with immense relief, she advanced toward it. The moment she knelt upon the bank and reached down to scoop the water, the unexpected occurred. Without warning, a host of massive, broad-shouldered combatants—built like the primordial giants of old—violently erupted from the shallow depths of the stream, while others burst from hidden positions within the dense foliage.
  They systematically encircled the maiden. The raiding party numbered well over three thousand heavily armed bandits. Each warrior was clad in terrifying, highly formidable battle armor. Their faces were set in cold, rigid expressions that suggested they had never known a single moment of joy in their mortal lives. Alas! These brigands were an embodiment of pure terror to any living, breathing entity, carrying a lethal assortment of axes, broadswords, heavy longbows, and massive iron-tipped spears—including bizarre weapons of war that human eyes had never before witnessed.
  The moment the warrior maiden locked eyes with the ambushers, she snapped to her feet in a single, fluid motion. She drew the gleaming broadsword strapped across her back, and a tense, silent standoff ensued.
  The bandits were deeply astonished and infuriated by her reaction. What amazed them was her absolute composure; she stood toe-to-toe against their overwhelming numbers without exhibiting a single symptom of fear or panic. What infuriated them was their pride: in all their years of operating this highly lucrative syndicate of armed robbery, they had never encountered a traveler who possessed such an iron-willed heart.
  Had a detached observer been standing in that clearing to witness how this lone maiden faced down a literal army, they would be forced to bow their heads in respect and declare that she was truly a woman with the fierce spirit of a thousand men.
  During this tense standoff, a colossal, heavily muscled titan—a brute endowed with terrifying physical strength—stepped forward from the ranks of the bandits. His chest was broad, packed with thick, protruding knots of muscle, and his eyes burned crimson like fresh coals from a furnace. He was twice the physical size of any standard warrior, and around his waist, he wore a massive combat belt forged entirely from solid silver.
  Stepping heavily with his massive feet, the giant closed the distance until he stood directly over the maiden, breathing heavily like an enraged puff adder. Opening his cavernous mouth—which resembled the yawning opening of a deep water well—he unleashed an earth-shaking roar. His voice boomed through the trees like the harsh barking of a wild hound:
  "O naive girl! Know that across the registers of The World's Ultimate Champions, you have stumbled directly into The Snare of Agony. You have committed a fatal, irreversible error by trespassing onto the private hunting grounds of the supreme warlord of this continent: the legendary warrior AUSUR IBN DAISHAM! Now, without wasting a single second of my time, I shall violently cast your soul into the afterlife and seize every luxury in your possession. Prepare yourself, for real men are about to descend upon your flesh!"
  The moment the bandit leader Ausur concluded his declaration, he gave a subtle, predatory nod to his subordinates. Instantly, the horde launched a coordinated assault, unleashing a wave of blood-curdling war cries.
  When they closed to within five paces of her position, the maiden executed a spectacular, gravity-defying leap into the air, as if she had been launched from a heavy mechanical bow. She descended directly into the epicenter of the bandit formation, and upon impact, the clearing erupted into a brutal, chaotic, and terrifying bloodbath.

Wohoho! In truth, absolute strength belongs to the Almighty alone. A thick cloud of dust billowed into the sky, obscuring the afternoon sun. The deafening screech of colliding steel, intermingled with the frantic roars of the world's fiercest men, completely saturated the cavernous woods.
Within that dense formation, the maiden transformed into a veritable force of destruction. She systematically baptized the bandits in the agonizing bite of her razor-sharp blade, subjecting them to the absolute horrors of warfare. She fought with explosive reflexes, fluid agility, and a level of physical endurance that defied imagination.
A veteran bandit unleashed a terrifying roar and swung his heavy battle-axe toward her skull. Moving with survival instincts, she ducked beneath the arc of the swing, causing the axe to slice harmlessly through empty air. Rising with explosive speed, she extended her unarmed hand, clamped her fingers around the veteran's neck, and twisted with all her physical strength. His neck snapped with a loud, sickening crunch. She cast his corpse to the dirt; the man died instantly, without even a final quiver.
Before a single hour had elapsed, the warrior maiden had single-handedly slaughtered over two hundred elite combatants and left an additional three hundred severely wounded. Witnessing the horrific devastation she was inflicting upon their ranks, the remaining bandits grew desperate. They swarmed her position en masse, forming an overwhelming horde of warriors, and the clearing descended once more into a vicious, deadlocked struggle.
Severed human limbs flew through the air, raining down upon the soil like a downpour from the sky, as the grim reaper systematically harvested the souls of the fallen.
Throughout this entire engagement, the warlord Ausur stood detached on the perimeter, coldly analyzing the combat. However, as he watched his personal army undergo absolute annihilation, a wave of intense fury and humiliation consumed his heart. His body began to shake with rage. He unleashed a deafening roar, commanding his remaining forces to throw themselves at the maiden with reckless abandon.
When one hour and fifty seconds of uninterrupted combat had passed, the maiden had successfully eliminated over half of the entire bandit syndicate. Wherever one cast their eyes, the forest floor was littered with the grotesque, mangled corpses of warriors pool-deep in their own blood.
Realizing that if this deadlock continued, his entire campaign would be permanently ruined—meaning the maiden would systematically wipe out every single man under his command—Ausur reached into his vest. He retrieved a heavy war-horn, pressed it to his lips, and blew a powerful blast.
Instantly, a fresh, highly specialized reinforcement division of approximately five thousand elite bandits tore through the dark interior of the forest, reinforcing the survivors. The battlefield erupted into an even more catastrophic conflict.
The lone maiden now resembled a single grain of millet cast into a dense colony of aggressive ants, completely smothered by the sheer volume of the enemy. Yet, she continued to drive her blade through the bandits, felling them to the earth like a winter wind shaking dry leaves from the branches of a tree. Blood and soil fused into a singular mud. The mortality rate of these veteran warriors spiked exponentially.
During this frantic struggle, an exceptionally powerful bandit warlord hurled his heavy battle-axe directly at the maiden. The weapon tore through the air at a terrifying velocity. When it drew to within three spans of her torso, she spun on her heel with incredible agility, caught the flying axe out of mid-air, and hurled it back at her attackers. The deflected weapon cleanly decapitated two advancing bandits before they could even process the maneuver.
However, because the ancient proverb dictates: The Sovereign of Numbers will always defeat the Sovereign of Strength, the sheer weight of the thousands eventually overwhelmed her defenses. The bandits managed to violently throw her to the earth. She lay there, her chest heaving as her breath escaped in faint, shallow gasps, hovering on the thin margins of the afterlife.
Witnessing his victory, the supreme leader Ausur threw his head back and unleashed a cruel, mocking laugh that echoed through the trees.
The burning question that remains is: Who is this remarkable warrior maiden, and what is the underlying destination of her journey?
The answers trace back to the following history:

CHAPTER TWO: The Tale of Two Princesses

Within the grand metropolis of Darul-Ayyam, approximately four thousand or more years in the past, there reigned a magnificent emperor known to history as KING ABU-HUZAIFA ibn Habashiyya.
King Abu-Huzaifa was a legendary champion who possessed unquantifiable material wealth, ranging from mountains of flawless pearls to countless exotic livestock. Furthermore, he was a scholar endowed with profound knowledge of Islamic jurisprudence. Because of this spiritual foundation, he administered his empire with absolute justice, refusing to permit any bias between the common peasant and the wealthy merchant during legal trials. Consequently, the citizens of his metropolis loved him fiercely. The rival monarchs of the continent bestowed upon him the title THE ERA OF ISLAM, for during his administration, Muslims and the faith enjoyed absolute liberty.
The king was blessed with two biological daughters named Luzaiba and Zulaihat. They were maidens of unparalleled beauty; attempting to describe their physical perfection would only minimize it—they were wonders that had to be seen to be truly understood. Yet, what made them truly remarkable was that across the entire metropolis of Darul-Ayyam, there were no champions of antiquity who could match their martial prowess.
From their early childhood, King Abu-Huzaifa noticed that Zulaihat possessed a deep, natural inclination toward spiritual devotion, whereas Luzaiba grew increasingly detached. By the time they crossed their tenth year, Luzaiba had completely abandoned her mandatory daily prayers. Because of this rebellion, the king subjected her to various punitive measures to instill discipline.
As time passed, the civilian population began bringing frequent, troubling reports to the palace, complaining that Princess Luzaiba was violently abusing her status, orchestrating armed extortions, and seizing properties by force.
Whenever her sister, Zulaihat, attempted to offer sincere guidance to steer her away from this dark path, Luzaiba would treat her with absolute contempt. Eventually, their ideological differences culminated in a brutal, hand-to-hand duel within the palace grounds. They inflicted horrific wounds upon one another until dizziness claimed their senses, and they collapsed onto the courtyard floor.
At that precise moment, the king and his elite guards arrived on the scene. He issued an immediate executive order to place both princesses onto specialized royal carriages to transport them to the medical wings of the palace for treatment.
The following morning, at the very break of dawn, King Abu-Huzaifa ascended his throne and ordered Princess Luzaiba to be brought before him in chains.
The grand imperial court was heavily decorated with every imaginable luxury and comfort the mortal world could provide. Standing guard in every corner of the hall were elite soldiers clad in heavy battle armor, prepared for any contingency. On the other side of the chamber stood a massive assembly of citizens, packed tightly like a colony of ants. The seating arrangements were strictly segregated, with designated sections for men and women, completely aligned with Islamic protocol.
The moment the public locked eyes with Luzaiba, a wave of condemnation swept through the crowd as they began openly cursing her actions.
The king raised his right hand, and the entire assembly fell into a deathly silence, as if the grim reaper itself had walked into the chamber. Clearing his throat, his face heavily lined with grief, the emperor spoke:
"First, we offer absolute praise to Allah, the Almighty, for the sovereign authority He has granted us to convene in this blessed court. May the peace and blessings of Allah be permanently established upon the best of creation, the Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon him.
Furthermore, O citizens of this blessed assembly, know that it brings me profound sorrow to deliver this grim decree. My daughter, Luzaiba, has officially become the prime architect of heinous crimes that directly violate the laws of our faith. Therefore, in strict accordance with the constitutional laws of this metropolis, we are officially remanding her to the state dungeon so that she may harvest the bitter fruits of what she has sown."
As King Abu-Huzaifa reached this painful verdict in his speech, heavy tears of sorrow rolled down his face. The court erupted into an intense murmur, with citizens praising the emperor for his absolute integrity and his commitment to executing blind justice, even against his own flesh and blood.
Without wasting a single moment, the king signaled his guards. They seized Luzaiba and marched her toward the exit, directing her toward the central imperial prison. What shattered the king's heart further was that throughout the entire process, not a single symptom of remorse or fear manifested upon Luzaiba's face.
With that, the court adjourned, and the citizens dispersed.
Several weeks following Luzaiba's release from the state dungeon, she was caught again—this time implicated in the premeditated murder of a prominent wealthy merchant, following a bitter commercial dispute. On that dark day, King Abu-Huzaifa wept bitterly alongside Princess Zulaihat.
On the eve of the scheduled execution of her sentence, a powerful emperor and a sworn enemy of Abu-Huzaifa, named KING BURZAM IBN DUNDURU, intervened. He dispatched a high-level djinni servant to infiltrate the prison, extract Princess Luzaiba, and transport her safely to his empire.
From that night forward, Luzaiba remained under the protection of King Burzam, who eventually took her as his wife. Furthermore, King Burzam swore a solemn blood oath to her: no matter how long it took, he would personally lead an army to sack the metropolis of Darul-Ayyam and forcefully claim the imperial throne for her.
Back in Darul-Ayyam, from the very night of her disappearance, King Abu-Huzaifa knew no sleep. He deployed tracking networks across the continent to discover where Princess Luzaiba had been taken.
With great difficulty, a traveling merchant finally arrived at the court, bringing definitive intelligence to the king: Princess Luzaiba was under the protection of King Burzam and had officially been crowned his queen.
When this news reached the emperor, he was consumed by intense grief. Realizing the geopolitical stakes, he came to a firm decision: he would dispatch her sister, the warrior princess Zulaihat, into the heart of King Burzam’s empire to rescue her sister from his grasp.
This was the underlying directive that forced this young maiden—Zulaihat—to march out of her home metropolis, determined to fulfill the grand vision of her father: to deliver her sister Luzaiba from the dominion of King Burzam.

CHAPTER THREE: The Rebellion of the Maiden

The moment the forces of the bandit leader Ausur successfully brought the warrior maiden Zulaihat to the earth, they assumed the contract was closed. Suddenly, without warning, a powerful, deafening declaration of faith (Takbeer) erupted from Zulaihat’s lungs: "Allahu Akbar!" Gathering every ounce of her internal energy, she launched her body skyward, violently throwing off the pile of warriors pinning her down. The bandits were thrown back, crashing heavily to the dirt.
She immediately resumed her assault, swinging her blade with all her physical might, demonstrating the intense fortitude inherent to the absolute elite among warriors. Whichever direction she advanced, the bandit ranks collapsed before her; men fell to the earth dead, while others were left in critical condition. Within a mere two hundred seconds, she had single-handedly eliminated three-fifths of the remaining army.
This horrific turnaround deeply infuriated the bandit leader Ausur. Unleashing a terrifying roar, he commanded his surviving men to fall back. He then accelerated to a ferocious sprint directly toward Zulaihat, his voice echoing with a war cry designed to project the absolute terror of champions upon the field of slaughter. As he ran, he unstrapped a massive, heavily stylized battle-axe from his arm—a weapon characterized by its terrifying sharpness.
Witnessing his advance, Princess Zulaihat charged directly toward him, and the two forces collided.
When fewer than six paces separated them, she executed a spectacular leap into the air, as if pulled upward by an invisible mechanical crane. Extending both legs, she drove her boots directly into Ausur’s chest with all her physical strength. The raw kinetic force of the impact sent the massive giant stumbling backward in a violent daze.
Yet, pulling from the legendary endurance of the champions of antiquity, Ausur dug his heels into the dirt, arrested his momentum, and charged back at her, screaming empty threats. Their weapons collided in a monumental clash of men.
Wohoho! In truth, the elders spoke the absolute truth when they said: 'It is only on a battlefield devoid of soil that men argue about who is the superior wrestler.' Furthermore, 'When a rogue elephant emerges for the hunt, no entity dares to follow its trail unless they are an absolute titan.' As the duel intensified, Zulaihat began to realize that this opponent was an entirely different tier of adversary. The raw weight behind Ausur’s axe swings outclassed her own physical strength fourfold. Every single time she raised her broadsword to parry his heavy downward strikes, the sheer force compressed her joints, forcing her onto her knees against the dirt.
For half an hour, this brutal duel of attrition continued without a single pause.
The warlord Ausur grew deeply astonished and highly frustrated. What amazed him was Zulaihat’s unnatural capacity to absorb his high-velocity attacks and immediately launch fluid counter-strikes. What frustrated his pride was his record: for decades, he had operated this armed syndicate, and not once had he ever encountered a warrior who could survive a duel with him beyond a few seconds. To him, it was an absolute humiliation that he had failed to instantly eliminate a mortal being—and a female adversary, whom his philosophy deemed naturally fragile.
As these dark thoughts consumed his mind, Ausur accelerated his assault, unleashing a series of lethal combinations against Zulaihat.
In truth, the ancient proverb states: 'When a conflict completely outclasses your capacity, you must convert it into a spectator sport.'
This was precisely what occurred with Ausur's remaining bandits. They retreated to the perimeter, watching the duel with jaws dropped, their hearts filled with absolute amazement. Princess Zulaihat had transformed into a permanent thorn in the side of their supreme leader—an unyielding obstacle the likes of which had never occurred in the entire history of his martial career.
During this intense, high-speed exchange, a veteran bandit with piercing red eyes broke ranks. Slipping silently behind Zulaihat’s blind spot, he caught her completely off guard, driving his blade deep into the side of her abdomen. The steel tore through her white garments and sliced deep into her flesh. Fresh blood erupted from the wound in a violent spray, and she collapsed to the frozen earth, completely paralyzed.
Filled with absolute triumph, the warlord Ausur marched over her fallen form. Straddling his massive legs over her body, he threw his head back and unleashed a cruel, mocking laugh that sounded like the braying of a wild donkey. His expression hardened into a cold mask, as if he had just received a personal letter from the grim reaper. He hoisted his massive battle-axe high into the air, intending to cleanly sever her neck from her shoulders.
When a mere three spans of distance separated the razor-sharp edge of the axe from Zulaihat’s neck, the unexpected occurred. Moving with lightning reflexes, Zulaihat violently rolled her torso to the side, evading the downward trajectory. The heavy axe missed her completely, burying itself deep into the earth.
Before Ausur could attempt to wrench the weapon free, she took advantage of his overextended position. Launching a powerful strike from her back, she drove both fists directly into his face with explosive kinetic energy. The sheer force of the double-punch sent the massive bandit leader flipping backward through the air three consecutive times before he crashed heavily to the dirt, completely incapacitated and coughing blood.
Moving with fluid agility, Zulaihat snapped back to her feet. She reached down and drew a specialized hidden dagger strapped to her forearm, pressing the cold edge directly against Ausur’s throat. Invoking the holy name of Allah, she executed a clean, precise slice. Blood erupted in a high-pressure spray as the warlord’s head was completely severed from his torso, rolling away across the dirt.
When the surviving bandits witnessed the absolute destruction of their supreme leader, their minds were shattered by a wave of intense panic and awe.
Moving in perfect unison and filled with deep submission, they cast their weapons to the dirt and dropped to their knees. They bowed their heads to the earth, formally offering their unconditional allegiance (Mubaya'a) to Princess Zulaihat.
Without lifting her eyes to acknowledge their submission, Zulaihat marched directly to the bank of the stream. She systematically washed away the crimson stains that had soiled her white garments. Once clean, she performed her ritual ablutions, faced the direction of the Qibla, and entered into her mandatory prayers, offering profound gratitude to Allah (SWT) for granting her absolute victory over the bandit syndicate.
Upon concluding her prayers, she returned to where her stallion was tethered, scaled its flank, and gathered the reins to resume her journey.
Suddenly, a handsome young warrior who possessed an aura of immense dignity stepped out from the ranks of the surviving bandits. Standing directly in her path, he bowed respectfully and spoke:
"O magnificent and beautiful warrior, realize that you have officially slain our supreme leader—the man who was our ultimate pride. By the ancestral laws of our metropolis, whoever successfully executes the reigning leader automatically inherits his sovereign rank. Therefore, no matter where your path leads across this world, our blades are permanently bound to your command."
Hearing the warrior's declaration, Princess Zulaihat remained completely silent for a moment, as if contemplating the arrangement. Finally, she opened her mouth, her voice echoing through the clearing for the first time—a sweet, melodious tone that possessed the captivating resonance of a masterfully crafted flute:
"O warrior, understand clearly that our paths cannot run parallel for long. I am a devoted follower of the faith of Islam, whereas your people are anchored in the worship of pagan idols. The sole counsel I shall offer your assembly is this: you must permanently abandon this heinous industry of armed robbery, for tyranny and the architects of injustice are never permitted to endure permanently upon the face of the earth."
The moment she issued that directive, Zulaihat spurred her stallion, intending to leave them behind and resume her journey.
However, the young warrior shifted his position, blocking her path once more. Looking at her with a face etched with deep anxiety, he pleaded, "Haba! O our chosen leader, why on earth would you ride away and abandon us in this directionless state? Who then will administer our metropolis? O leader, grant our assembly this single honor: remain with us. Realize that for over forty consecutive years we have operated this syndicate, and not once has a single soul ever broken our leader’s destiny until your arrival today. This reality proves to our hearts that you possess an extraordinary, supernatural secret. Or perhaps, the Lord you serve is far more supreme and powerful than our idols, granting you divine intervention."
Zulaihat looked at him and replied calmly, "The only condition that would ever permit me to remain among your people is if you enter into the fold of my faith."
"And what is the true nature of this faith of yours?" the young warrior inquired.
Zulaihat declared, "My faith is the absolute worship of the Creator of all existence—the Sovereign Lord who begets none, nor was He begotten. He is the sole source who rains down every blessing upon the creation, both within the visible universe and the hidden dimensions. If you analyze your own existence with wisdom, you will realize that there must be an Ultimate Designer who brought your flesh into being. Furthermore, consider this: why are the idols you worship completely incapable of protecting their own altars from the ravages of rain, wind, and disease?"
As Princess Zulaihat delivered this theological analysis, a wave of profound humility washed over the bandits, and their minds plunged into a deep state of contemplation.
Breaking the silence, the entire host opened their mouths and declared in unison: "We formally believe in the Creator of all existence, the Almighty Sovereign!"
Filled with an unquantifiable, deep joy, Zulaihat systematically recited the testimony of faith (Kalmar Shahada) to them, and they repeated the holy words after her. Once the conversion was complete, Zulaihat cleared her throat and said:
"I offer immense gratitude to Allah (SWT) for steering your souls away from the path of destruction and guiding you onto the highway of salvation. From this hour forward, you have officially become my brothers in faith. Every single thing that is forbidden to my soul—such as deceit, treason, and the consumption of illicit gains—is now forbidden to yours. Now, lead the way to your metropolis."
Upon hearing her command, the dakarun snapped to attention. Those who possessed warhorses mounted their steeds, while the infantry units organized their gear. Taking the lead, they guided her onto a highly specialized, hidden trail cut deep into the dense interior of the forest.
After traveling for a mere fifty seconds, they arrived at the perimeter of the metropolis. The city was magnificent, featuring highly structured and sophisticated architectural engineering. Long before their column reached the outer perimeter, the sentries stationed on the walls recognized them and flung open the massive, sprawling gates of the city. As the column entered...