Daudar Gora Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel By Billyn Abdul

With a start, Iffah woke up from the forced sleep the doctor had put her into. Ever since water had been sprinkled on her and she regained consciousness, the way she cried and spoke incoherently made her seem as if she had lost her mind. Daneen Ammarah, who saw her condition as dangerous confusion, ordered the doctor to give her a sedative injection, fearing that something might happen to her brain.

She quickly held her, her voice choked from crying as she said,

“My daughter, calm yourself down…”

“My calm will never return, Mamy. For Allah’s sake, what condition is he in? Is he dead? Has he lost his life? Take me to see him again—don’t say no, for Allah’s sake, Mamy.”

Anyone who saw the way Iffah fired off those questions would know she was still deeply disturbed, for tears were already streaming down her face again. Daneen Ammarah held her tightly, hugging her while shedding tears of her own…

Suddenly, Jasrah burst in on them without warning and granted the officers at the door permission to enter the room. Daneen Ammarah quickly stopped her, speaking sharply.

“Jasrah!! Come to your senses. If you’ve forgotten, let me remind you. She is Zawjatal-Milk—the Queen Consort—not a servant of the Ruman kingdom. Entering her bedroom, or even her sitting room, is forbidden to them…”

Jasrah, her eyes narrowed, cut off Daneen Ammarah’s breath as she replied,

“And if you’ve forgotten, let me remind you, Daneen Ammarah. Formerly, this woman answered the title you think granted her that honor and protection. Now, her name is terrorist, murderer—the murderer of the Shahan-shan himself…”

“Are you certain she committed it?”

She cut her off angrily.

“What more do you need to hear beyond what our ears have heard and what our eyes have seen?”

A conflict was about to erupt between them, each trying to prove her own version of the truth about Iffah. It was something that had never happened before, given the respect between them—especially since Daneen Ammarah was older than Jasrah. In their shared anger, the situation further unsettled Iffah, who completely lost awareness of everything around her, swaying weakly until she managed to lean against the wall to avoid collapsing to the floor…

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As for the people of the Ruman kingdom, who were in the midst of protests after hearing what had happened, public opinion split in two. Some believed it and even fell into mourning. Others viewed it as mere deception—thinking Tajwar Eshaan wanted to flee the country because he did not want to resign. Some, meanwhile, were simply people without any clear stance. The country was thrown into arguments everywhere, with people contradicting one another, just as the media and social networks buzzed nonstop.

No matter how much they wanted to hear directly from the doctors who examined him, it was impossible. However, a bold individual managed to piece together a short video claiming that the Shahan-shan was unwell—indeed, that there was no sign he was even alive. This video spread like wildfire within a very short time across every media platform in the country.

Although what the journalist did was wrong, the video turned out to be almost a blessing, as it transformed the image of Tajwar Eshaan Ibn Haysam Abdul-Majeed—from a tyrant who refused to resign into a figure of sympathy, causing people to begin wondering whether there might be something happening in the country that the public did not yet know.

Within a short time, journalists and activists began analyzing the issue openly. Even ordinary citizens voiced their opinions, while some groups of people began offering prayers for his recovery and well-being…