Mazan Jiya Book 2 Complete By Abdulaziz Sani Madaki

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GWARAZAN JIYA

Book Two © All Rights Reserved Written by: Mansur Usman Sufi
Author's Official Pen Name: Sarkin Marubutan Yaƙi (The King of Martial Writers)
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CHAPTER ONE: The Shadow of King Burzam

On the twenty-fifth day, the warrior maiden Zulaihat made grand preparations. She mobilized an army of approximately one hundred thousand soldiers to continue her mission. Before departing, she appointed an elder named Razubal as the new King of the city of Madinatul-dinar, as he was the most profound scholar of the Islamic faith.
King Razubal and the citizens accompanied them to the city gates, and once they departed, the march began without pause. Truly, the Almighty is the one with the power to transform the hearts of creation; those who were once bandits of the forest had now abandoned their former trade and turned toward The Path of Salvation.
Meanwhile, in a grand palace filled with worldly opulence—where even the most arrogant prince or merchant would feel insignificant upon entering—sat a gargantuan man upon a throne crafted from rubies and studded with emeralds. He wore magnificent royal robes, and his head was crowned with a diadem of authority that added a terrifying weight to his presence. This man was none other than King Burzam.
Council members sat on soft carpets with their heads bowed in fear, the palace so silent that it felt as if death itself were present. King Burzam broke the silence by reaching into his pocket and retrieving a small, palm-sized magic mirror. He whispered incantations known only to him. As he finished, the mirror displayed everything that had transpired between Zulaihat and the bandit leader Ausur, from beginning to end.
Upon witnessing this, he unleashed a roar that startled the entire court. The people trembled, knowing that when he made such a sound, disaster was sure to follow. For ten seconds, he stood with his mouth clamped shut as if he had received a Letter of Destiny. Then, in a harsh, donkey-like voice, he declared: "Truly, Zulaihat has committed a grave error by letting her heart deceive her into believing she can confront me and rescue her sister, Luzaiba. I swear by my dark magic, I shall inflict upon her the most agonizing death imaginable!"
He tucked the mirror away and signaled a warrior. The commander, Bazzaru ibn Siyaran, knelt before him. With eyes burning like coals, the King said, "O Bazzaru, commander of my armies, know that I summon you because within a week, a war like no other will be upon us. This time, my wife, Luzaiba, and I will lead the charge. Ensure the troops are in a state of constant readiness, prepare the arsenal, and intensify the training of the magic-lions kept in the dungeons of The Cavern of the Plague (Kogon Annoba)."
Bazzaru bowed and replied, "It is done, my Lord; obeying your command is my worship."
As he left, a soldier blew a massive horn, signaling the end of the court session. King Burzam rose with arrogance and malice, descending from his throne to retire to his private quarters, followed by his entourage.
The citizens of the city suffered under Burzam’s rule. Extortion, rape, and tyranny were his daily bread. For even the smallest offense, one was thrown into the prison that the kings of the continent called The Cavern of the Plague, a dungeon unparalleled in history since the days of King Sharhal.

CHAPTER TWO: The Queen's Counsel

King Burzam and his entourage moved through the palace. Wherever they passed, servants prostrated in fear. They arrived at a beautifully decorated wing filled with lush green gardens.
Burzam entered to find Princess Luzaiba reclining on a grand chair, dressed in exquisite royal silks. Handmaidens fanned her with peacock feathers while others served her vintage grape juice. At the King's entrance, the servants fled.
Luzaiba rose and moved toward him with a seductive grace. They embraced for a long time before sitting together. "My pride," she asked, "what is the cause of this anger?"
Burzam offered a smile that only served to highlight his cruelty. "My soul’s desire," he said, "I am troubled because, while searching my magic mirror earlier, I discovered that your sister Zulaihat is marching here to challenge me and reclaim you. Worse, on her way, she killed my top commander, Ausur, and converted the entire population of Madinatul-dinar to Islam."
Luzaiba threw back her head and laughed, leaving Burzam stunned. She then narrowed her eyes and said, "My love, do not fear an encounter with my sister Zulaihat. You are a Legendary Warrior and a powerful King with a vast army. Consider her arrival a blessing; we shall finish her!"
Burzam was overwhelmed with joy, pulling her to his chest. "You are my pride," he whispered. "You are the joy of my life."

CHAPTER THREE: The Final Confrontation

On the fifth day, before sunrise, Zulaihat’s army was sighted. The King of the gate signaled the horn, and the city gates swung open. Burzam’s forces emerged—on horseback, camel, and elephant—a vast sea of steel.
The two armies faced each other. Burzam and Luzaiba rode out, flanked by their magic-lions. They stopped ten paces from Zulaihat.
Zulaihat broke the silence: "O sister Luzaiba, know that I have not come to fight you. I have come to invite you to The Path of Salvation, to repent to Allah (SWT) so you may find success in this life and the hereafter."
Luzaiba laughed wickedly. "You are no sister of mine," she spat. "I will ensure that my husband and I annihilate your foolish followers. I shall kill you, and then I will march to our father’s kingdom to seize his throne!"
Tears of sorrow fell from Zulaihat’s eyes. Zamran, the warrior standing beside her, felt a surge of hatred for Burzam and Luzaiba.
Without further words, the leaders drew their blades and charged. Zamran engaged Burzam, while Zulaihat clashed with her sister. The battlefield became a storm of dust, the sound of clashing steel and the cries of men filling the air. The Muslim soldiers shouted Allahu Akbar, while the pagans screamed in defiance.
The magic-lions were unleashed, tearing through the ranks of the believers, yet the Muslims stood firm, their endurance fueled by faith.
After an hour of intense combat, the duel between the leaders changed. Burzam managed to strike Zamran, wounding his arm and knocking him from his horse. Burzam jumped down, intent on finishing him, pressing his blade to Zamran’s throat.
Meanwhile, Zulaihat and Luzaiba were both exhausted, their weapons shattered, fighting with bare hands.
Suddenly, two swords pierced Burzam’s back, erupting through his chest. He turned to see two thirteen-year-old children—a boy and a girl. His eyes widened as the realization dawned on him; he had seen in his magic mirror years ago that these children would be his end, but he had never been able to find them. He fell to his knees, his life force fading, and collapsed into the dirt, dead.
When the enemy soldiers saw their leader’s humiliating death, they threw down their weapons and pledged allegiance to Zulaihat.
Zulaihat reached her wounded sister, Luzaiba, who lay gasping for breath. "Luzaiba, do you see the power of the Almighty? Will you not repent and return to Islam? Remember our blood and our father’s love."
Luzaiba’s heart softened. "I bear witness to the Lord of Islam," she whispered.
Zulaihat embraced her sister, and they wept together. The city of Baitul-Shamas was claimed, the idols were destroyed, and the flag of Islam was raised. A week later, word was sent to King Abu-Huzaifa. He arrived and presided over the wedding of Zulaihat to Zamran—who had long loved her in secret—and the wedding of Luzaiba to Khalid ibn Sudeis.
Zamran became the King of Baitul-Shamas, and Khalid became his Vizier. From that day forward, joy covered the land under the light of Islam.
ALHAMDULILLAH
Mansur Usman Sufi
Sarkin Marubutan Yaƙi