Yar Hannu A Lagos Compelet Book

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English Translation of the Hausa Chapters (Yar Daji)

Chapter 21

"Honestly, Alhaji, I did all the investigating, but nowhere did any sign show that Oga caught Bahba's people. In fact, from the information I gathered, some young girl helped them over there in the town of Enugu. I think she is the only one who knows where Bahba and the others are, because right now, that girl and her parents are living in the same house with Oga."

"Are you saying a mere female has ruined our operation? I need to meet her, and she needs to know me too. She must understand that no one trespasses on Alhaji Haruna's territory and sleeps in peace. By God, I will not spare her since she ruined my plans; she will either tell me where she took Bahba or I will kill her!"

"Alhaji, do you think you can really handle this girl? Someone who lives in the wilderness among wild animals, a girl people think is a jinn because of her extreme beauty? Well, as for me, Alhaji, anything involving this girl—count me out. I am not going to throw my life away when I'm living peacefully. Go and find someone else to do the job for you, but not me." With that, he hung up the phone. To think I was living peacefully, and now you've brought me trouble for no rhyme or reason.

Alhaji Haruna was hissing with intense anger before he burst out, "I swear by God, even if she is the queen of the jinn, I will deal with her for intruding into my life and messing up my job. From her to that accursed boy, I won't spare any of them!"

"Friend, did you get any info on the people who kidnapped Nasra?" "No, I didn't. Actually, I wanted to ask Nasra and that jinn-girl some questions about today's events, but then this happened..." "Oh dear, I didn't even ask you how her health is." "She's better. They were still at the hospital until recently, but when I called Abbey earlier, he said they were discharged and heading home. I think they must have arrived by now. May God protect us from the future." "Ameen, bro. Let's head into the house so I can finish what I was doing." "Okay, let's go."

As they approached the hallway, they heard crying and screaming. They hurried into the sitting room and found Ilham sitting on the floor with her arm painfully twisted, her face bruised and battered, mucus running down, and her tears mixing with smeared lipstick until she looked like a madwoman.

"Subhanallah! My Dijee, what happened to you? Why is your arm twisted like that? Did it break?!" Hajja exclaimed, holding her cheek in shock.

Hajiya Zainab, who had just returned from the hospital with the family, rushed toward her daughter. "My darling, what happened to you? Who did this to you today? I am finished! They have ruined my favorite child!" "Momy, please beg them! I swear I wasn't going to slap her, she just helped twist my arm! Momy, please talk to them! Abbey, please talk to her, I know she will listen to you, please Abbey!"

Ashtar and his friend, who had just walked in, looked at her, then looked at Umar. Their eyes met, and suddenly the two of them burst out laughing like crazy people. Everyone stopped and stared at them with their mouths wide open. Realizing how they were being stared at, the two men tried to straighten their faces as if they hadn't been laughing just a second before. But when Ashtar looked at Ilham again, he burst out laughing even harder, holding his stomach.

Ilham, who had stopped crying during their initial laughter, burst into tears all over again when Ashtar laughed at her a second time.

"Ashtar, I don't want this nonsense! You see the state this girl is in and you come and stand over her laughing? And you too, Umar—I thought you had sense, but you're joining him?!" "I'm sorry, Abbey, I swear the laughter just wouldn't hold back," Ashtar said, struggling to keep a straight face because it had been so long since he last laughed like that. But seeing Ilham's face looking like someone who escaped from an asylum was just too funny. "Let them be! Let them show us their heartlessness, these military types!" Hajiya Zainab yelled, glaring at Ashtar, who turned his head away with a slight smile. Badaru didn't say anything, consumed by anger over how his daughter's arm had been mangled and disgusted by the men laughing.

"Wait, first of all, what happened to her? I see her arm hanging limp. Did someone break it for you?" Ashtar asked. "Yaya Ashtar, please talk to her! I swear I won't do it again, it was just bad luck that led me there. Please make her release my arm!" "Who is 'her'?" "Abrish! Please talk to her, she's the one holding my arm!" "Abrish?!" asked Ammee in surprise. "I swear it's her! Nasra and the others are right here, ask them, it happened right in front of them!" "Is that true, Nasra?" Abbey asked, fixing his gaze on Nasra. "Yes, Abbey. Ilham raised her hand to slap her, and her hand just froze in that position! And she said she wouldn't release it today."

"Subhanallah... Is this child of yours a jinn and we didn't know?" Hajja asked, looking at Abbu, who lowered his head. Deep down, he had known something like this would happen. Allowing Abrish to stay in this house... he was certain this was only a tiny fraction of what she could do. That was why living in the wilderness with her was much better and brought more peace of mind, because he knew who Abrish was—she never forgives, whether you trespass on her boundaries or not. The day her evil side stirs, God help everyone.

Hajiya Zainab stood up furiously, marched toward Umme, and pointed a finger at her. "I swear, if you don't tell your witch of a daughter to release my daughter's arm right now, I will take action against you!" She was walking with her eyes half-closed in rage, just a few steps away from Umme, when a voice rang out:

"I swear by Almighty God, if you take one more step toward my mother, you will walk back to your house without legs! So the choice is yours."

She stopped dead in her tracks and lifted her head to see who was speaking. Everyone in the room looked upstairs. Abrish was standing there, her face expressionless, showing no sign of the laughter earlier. Instead of their usual blue color, her eyes had turned glowing red.

She walked down into the living room, paused to look at everyone, and flashed a smile before speaking. "I stopped her arm from moving because she did something no living creature has ever dared to attempt against me. That is why I did this to her—so she can learn the difference between The Wild Girl and the 'village girl' she called me. If I had come at you with the persona of The Wild Girl, I swear I would have torn both of your arms right off! But be thankful I approached you with the persona of the 'village girl', just as you called me."

"Hey! Undo this right now and release her arm!" Ashtar shouted. "Malika Ashtar, do you think you can force me to do something I don't intend to do? You can't, just so you know. There are only two or three reasons why I tolerate staying in this house, which you will find out about in the future. But the day you push me to the wall, our meeting will not be pretty! So keep your mouth shut."

Ashtar was speechless. His body shook with rage, his eyes turning bloodshot. Throughout his life, no one had ever dared look him straight in the eyes and talk to him however they pleased the way this girl did. Umar held him back, seeing that he was about to lunge at her. Sensing that the girl might not be acting alone—especially given how the color of her eyes had completely changed—Umar knew that if Ashtar confronted her right now, anything could happen.

"Look, my daughter, please calm down and release her arm. Insha Allah, she will never do this to you again, she has learned her lesson," Abbey pleaded. Abrish didn't say anything to Abbey; she just turned her face away in indifference.

"As for you, my dear! Child of grace, the most beautiful girl in all of Habuja! You are a good person, please release your sister's arm!" Hajja chimed in. "Hajja! You just called me a jinn!" "When did I ever say that, child?! I said throughout Nigeria there is no one like you when it comes to praying and fasting, and you are so full of mercy! Zakat and pilgrimage are never far from you! Did I ever dare call you a jinn? I knew you wouldn't just twist a wicked girl's arm for no reason unless her insolence provoked you because you were watching her. But ever since her mother gave birth to her, she's been full of mischief—even as an infant! Not to mention that mouth of hers, which is like a parrot's because of all the gossiping. Even her eyes, if you squint them, look just like that one sheep I had back in our village, I swear..." "Hajja, that's enough!"

Hajja fell silent instantly, her eyes wide with terror like someone who had just lied to a king, afraid she would get her own share of punishment next.

"Because of this entertainment you've provided for me, I forgive her. Mistress Ilham, you can put your arm back down now."

As soon as Abrish finished speaking, Ilham's arm snapped back into place. Tears and laughter washed over her face simultaneously. "Thank you, thank you, Auntie Abrish! Insha Allah, I will mind my business from now on, thank you!" she cried, gathering her wrapper and sprinting out of the parlor.

Ashtar stomped upstairs, and Umar followed him. Abrish headed toward the exit without speaking to anyone else. Abbu stood up and followed her.

"Abrish, stop right there." She stopped and turned to look at him as he caught up. "Why would you do that, Abrish? Didn't I tell you to always try to control your anger?" "I can't, Abbu. This is who I am, and I cannot change my life from the way it is. Whoever touches me, I will never spare them until I see their end. Abrish does not forgive. Abrish takes revenge on her enemies; she does not forgive." With that, she walked away.

Abbu raised his hands to the sky. "Oh Allah, my Lord, I beg You to reveal the truth behind this gift of Yours. Open the hidden secret surrounding her. Ameen, ya Allah."

I whispered Ameen, ya Allah, too, because this whole situation is mind-boggling.

Chapter 22

"Alhaji, I actually wanted us to talk about something, if you don't mind." "I'm listening, Malam Abubakar. We are family now." "Well, the matter isn't about anyone else, but Abrish. Honestly, Alhaji, I don't think Abrish staying here is feasible, because it could spell trouble for the people in this house. Abrish is not like other people; her life is filled with extraordinary things that not everyone can understand. That is why I think our life back in the wilderness was better, without us trespassing on anyone's rights."

Abbey sighed heavily before offering a slight smile. "Malam Abubakar, just like I told you from the beginning, I will take care of Abrish as my own. Nothing has changed. Don't forget that God tests His servants with trials in life to test their faith. This is Abrish's trial as well. It's not that the Lord doesn't love her; He leaves her this way to test her faith. What we must continue to do for her is pray and seek medical or spiritual help, hoping God will make things right. Insha Allah, Abrish will stay with me."

"A house has already been provided for you in Kaduna, you will live there. I hope that's okay? Since we'll be relatively close, visits won't be difficult." "That's true, Alhaji. We have nothing to repay you with except to continue praying for God's blessings in your life." "Think nothing of it, it's my duty." "True. But I want to tell you something regarding seeking a cure for Abrish. The problem is, back in Enugu, whenever I went into town to find Muslim clerics so they could pray for her and hopefully find a cure..." "Even if we brought a cleric, the moment we arrived, she would mysteriously vanish—especially when she was younger. In fact, when I tried it about three times, I was given a severe warning: if I ever attempted to call another cleric to treat her, I would be killed, or she would be taken away completely and I would never see her again. That forced me to stop seeking physical healing and to continue taking my cries directly to God." "Yet, her condition keeps getting worse instead of better. But we don't despair. I know God is the Hearer of His servants' prayers. He hasn't forgotten us; He is aware of us and will answer our prayers when we least expect them."

"What you say is true, Malam Abubakar. Insha Allah, we will continue praying. But who gave you that warning, Malam Abubakar?" "By God, even I don't know, Alhaji. In the middle of the night, I heard a terrifying voice speaking to me. Since then, I gave up until God's will is done. But this whole thing is truly baffling." They continued discussing Abrish's situation.

"Ouch, Momy, please be gentle, it's burning!" "Well, if your arm wasn't cauterized today, God knows what would have happened! As for that girl, God will judge between us, accursed wretch!" "Momy, leave me out of this. Look at how my body aches—it hasn't even been an hour since she released my arm!" "I swear to God, I won't let that girl go unpunished! I'll teach her a lesson, it's not like I'm afraid of her!" "Oh, please, you said you weren't afraid of her, but when she told you that if you took one more step you'd go home without legs, why didn't you move, Momy? If you aren't scared..." "Who told you I was scared?! I was just shocked by her utter impudence!" Momy said, rolling her eyes furiously. "Hhm, Momy, you know very well that if you had taken one more step, you'd literally be walking home legless because that girl has no mercy! Momy, you'd better make peace with yourself and stay out of that girl's way!" "Oh, really? I said I'll take action against her, and that's final!" "Fine, Momy, may God grant you success," Ilham said, getting up to head into her bedroom.

"Calm down, Ashtar. She's just a young girl, and if you consider her background, you'll realize she's not alone. So excuse her, stay out of her way, and let everyone live their lives." "A girl... you call her a girl? She had the audacity to look me straight in the eyes and talk to me however she wanted! Hhm, my interference in her life has only just begun. Let's see between her and me who comes out on top!" With that, he stormed into the bathroom. "Friend, I swear, from the look in that girl's eyes today, she doesn't know how to show mercy. If you're the king of hot-tempered people, well, here's your match!" "Wait, do you think Friend actually likes this girl? Otherwise, why would he care so much?" Friend rambled on to himself before leaving the room, knowing there was no point arguing with Oga right now.

"Wa'innahu sulaimanu wa'innahu minan shedanin rajim, ah uzubil lahi mina shaidanin rajim bismilahir rahmanin rahim..." "What's wrong, Hajja? As soon as I walked in you started reciting long verses of the Quran?" Abrish asked, finding a seat in Hajja's parlor. "My dear, what are you looking for here? Couldn't you get it from Ameena's place instead of coming here to torture me? By God, whatever you need, you don't have to come here yourself—just send someone to collect it!" Hajja said, rolling her eyes and sweating profusely like someone who had just done heavy manual labor. "Actually, Hajja, I'm sleeping right here in your room tonight, so where is your bed? I'm staying near you."

Hajja couldn't even control herself as she slid off the sofa straight onto the floor. "Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un! For God's sake, spare my life! Sleeping in my room?!" "Yes, that's what's going to happen," Abrish said, stretching out comfortably on the long sofa. "Or maybe I should go to Ameena's room, or Saratu's, or Halmata's, sleep there, and leave you here alone?" "No, no, Hajja! Nowhere for you to go, we are staying right here together! I want you to tell me a nice story. You old folks are great at storytelling." "By God, not me! I don't know anything. All I know is reading the Quran!" "See? Perfect, then you can teach me too, since I don't know much." "Oh, so you actually know how to read the Quran?" "What do you take me for? Of course!" "I thought you weren't Muslim like me!" "Did I say I wasn't Muslim?" "As if I'd ever dare call you a Muslim—well, except that when mercy and faith were distributed, you weren't anywhere near the line!" "So I'm the one without mercy and faith?" "I didn't say that... oops, my tongue slipped!"

Summary

In these chapters of Yar Daji, tensions and supernatural elements collide within the household:

• The Fallout: Following the bizarre incident where Abrish magically froze Ilham's arm for attempting to slap her, chaos erupts. Ilham is traumatized and humiliated, while her mother, Hajiya Zainab, vows vengeance against Abrish.
• Family Dynamics & Warnings: Abbu reveals to Alhaji Abubakar his fears regarding Abrish's uncontrollable powers and the mysterious warnings he received in Enugu whenever he sought spiritual help for her. Despite the danger, Abbey insists on keeping Abrish under his roof.
• Ashtar's Defiance: Ashtar, still infuriated by Abrish's utter disrespect and fearlessness toward him, vows to make her life difficult, much to the amusement (and concern) of his friend Umar.
• Comic Relief: Abrish decides to spend the night in Hajja's room, terrorizing the old woman into a state of nervous sweating and comical submission while sharing meat and drinks with Ashtar, who surprisingly joins them in Hajja's parlor.

Character Description

• Abrish (Yar Daji / The Wild Girl): A mysterious, fiercely independent young woman raised in the wilderness. Possessing supernatural abilities (such as freezing limbs and changing eye colors to glowing red), she refuses to forgive or forget wrongs, operating strictly on an eye-for-an-eye code of retribution.
• Alhaji Abubakar (Abbey): Abrish's adoptive/protective father figure. He is compassionate, deeply religious, and resilient, determined to shelter Abrish despite the risks and societal friction she brings.
• Ashtar: A proud, hot-tempered military-type man accustomed to absolute obedience and respect. He clashes directly with Abrish because she refuses to bow to his authority, setting up an intense rivalry between them.
• Hajja: The eccentric, vocal elder of the household who frequently clashes with Abrish, often out of fear of her supernatural nature, providing moments of comedic relief.
• Ilham: A spoiled, arrogant young woman whose attempt to physically assault Abrish results in her arm being magically paralyzed until Abrish deigns to release it.

Analytics & Thematic Analysis

1. Key Themes

• The Clash of Civilizations (Wild vs. Civilized): The narrative contrasts urban domestic life (with its social hierarchies, status symbols, and petty drama) against the raw, primal laws of nature embodied by Abrish (Yar Daji).
• Power Dynamics and Authority: Ashtar and Ilham represent institutional and social power accustomed to compliance. Abrish subverts this entirely, demonstrating that supernatural and natural authority supersedes human social hierarchy.
• Faith vs. Fear: Abbu represents enduring faith in the face of unexplainable burdens, whereas characters like Hajiya Zainab and Ilham operate out of pride, malice, and reactive fear.

2. Narrative Tone

• Juxtaposition of Horror and Comedy: The author masterfully blends high-stakes supernatural tension (Abrish's glowing red eyes, paralyzed limbs, mysterious threats) with domestic sitcom humor (Hajja's dramatic reactions, Ashtar casually eating meat with Abrish to spite everyone, the petty squabbles of the women).

3. Character Arc Progression

• Abrish: Solidifies her stance as an unyielding force of nature who demands absolute boundaries.
• Ashtar: Shifts from mere annoyance to a personal vendetta, signaling upcoming psychological and emotional friction between him and Abrish.
• The Household: Increasingly divided between those who recognize the existential threat/power Abrish holds (Abbu, Umar) and those blinded by pride and anger (Hajiya Zainab, Ilham).