Hayateem Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

From that day on, the entire ambition of Kusra became focused on ANJOM.

They pitched camp deep in the dark forest of the village without doubt, fear, or hesitation, because there was nothing that frightened them; the forest and water had always been their natural habitat and way of life.

Whenever they set their ambition on a town, they would certainly fulfill it. That was how they gained fame and strength and became a source of fear and dread to towns, whether small or large.

The first challenge they faced was that the forest was filled with countless snakes. No one could pass through the forest to reach the road into the town, as many of their people were dying from snake venom. Because of this, they changed their approach and began hunting the snakes. But it seemed the forest contained nothing but them, so they began searching for another way in.

Khams, the leader and ruler of Kusra, was the only one capable of crossing the forest from entry to exit without any harm, because of the powerful charms and protections on his body inherited from his ancestors.

So he alone went in by himself, walking a long distance that took him almost a full day, until he suddenly appeared at the edge of ANJOM town. He stopped there in overwhelming joy, feeling a strange pleasure at seeing the light of his ambition about to be fulfilled, knowing that conquering this town would complete his desire.

He tightly shut his red eyes, then slowly opened them, inhaling the town’s air—sweet, calm, and soothing—along with a sense of peace that he intended to turn into a permanent sorrow they would never forget throughout history.

He turned and began to look around at everything that showed the town’s prosperity. He watched the individuals going about their daily activities at the town’s entrance, each busy with their own affairs in happiness and comfort, unaware of him, since a stranger—especially one without permission—from GHAZ never entered the town.

Khams let out a strange laugh of joy and intense pleasure, lifted his feet, and continued walking into the town, feeling as though he already had them in his grasp. Then he opened his eyes and found himself at the waterside marking the entrance to the land of BOYEM.

As he walked on, he felt his cruelty and deep lack of faith expanding even more, because the further he went, the more people he saw—people who would fill everything he desired.

Slowly, individuals began to notice him and were struck with fear and panic because of his terrifying appearance, his extreme ugliness, and the color of his clothing—everything about him was black; there was not a single thing on him that was any color other than black.

Noticing this, he withdrew back toward the edge of the town and waited for an opportunity to enter. When night had fully fallen, he slipped into the town, roaming around and studying their nighttime life. What he realized was that there was no way he could get anywhere near the chief’s house. That night, he again confirmed that there was strong protection over the town, which would need to be broken before they could gain entry and obtain what they wanted. So he returned to the town’s entrance.

He stopped in front of a small house at the edge of the town, fixing his gaze on it—eyes empty of anything except a cold, merciless stare.

He studied the house carefully, then reached into his clothing and pulled out a jet-black knife, extremely sharp and poisoned. He approached the wooden door and, upon reaching it, kicked it hard. The door fell inward without making much noise, since it was not metal or heavy wood.

He entered directly and headed for the first room. As he went in, he tore aside the curtain, allowing the light of the full moon to stream into the room.

Four children lay there in a row, sleeping peacefully.

He raised the knife in his hand, hesitated for nothing, and struck them. He left the room with his hands and face completely covered in blood. He went into the other room where the parents were. He stepped on the father with his foot and stabbed him forcefully in the arm. Then he grabbed the mother and slashed her neck with great force, causing her body to collapse lifelessly on the spot.

He dragged the father with brutal strength and stabbed him again in the same place he had struck before. Showing no mercy at all, he lifted him up, then picked up the woman, tied her with a rope, and dragged them both out.

In the darkness of the night, he led them back through the forest, leaving the town behind.

They walked painfully until daylight broke, and only then did they manage to cross half of the dangerous forest. To his surprise, nothing happened to them, and he succeeded in getting them through safely before regaining his bearings.

As the woman began to regain consciousness, he set her down and tied her together with her husband, continuing to drag them mercilessly through suffering.

When night fell again, he reached the forest camp where his people came out to receive him and took the captives from him.

They were in severe agony, especially the man, whose blood was slowly draining from the wounds inflicted on him. The woman’s mouth and entire body had dried up completely; both of them were breathing with great difficulty, and their feet were torn and bleeding from the long journey.

The Kusra did not hesitate. They began to subject them to new forms of torture, causing each of them to collapse. Even so, they continued tormenting them until the man died, as all the blood in his body completely drained away.