MAZAN JIYA BOOK 3 BY ABDULAZIZ MADAKIN GINI.txt

MAZAN JIYA BOOK 3 BY ABDULAZIZ MADAKIN GINI.txt
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  • Long ago, in a distant era within the Arabian empires, there existed a magnificent kingdom called **DARUL MAHABUR**. This nation was vast in territory and comprised many great cities under the rule of a single monarch named **KING MAHARAZ IBN SULEDENI**.

    The city of Darul Mahabur flourished with immense wealth, a high population, and booming trade, becoming a reference point across the globe. King Maharaz was a compassionate man, helpful and merciful toward his subjects. God had blessed him with abundant riches, a sharp intellect, and great foresight. He had only one wife, named **SHALIFAT**, and they did not have a child until after eleven years of marriage. Consequently, their only daughter, **MULAIFA**, was now eight years old—a girl of incomparable beauty.

    From the moment God blessed Maharaz and Shalifat with Mulaifa, they showered her with the world's greatest affection, ensuring not even a fly would land on her. Since her birth, she had been pampered to the extreme; everything was done for her, to the point that even when she needed a drink of water, it had to be fed to her. Experts who studied the luxuries of that era confirmed that there was no child as pampered as Mulaifa. King Maharaz himself was not a warrior; in fact, he had never fought a battle. However, he had a Great General named **HIBRU IBN IMLAS**.

    Hibru was King Maharaz’s greatest loyalist, always ready to sacrifice his life to protect the king and his honor. Yet, surprisingly, despite the devotion Hibru showed, the King kept him at an emotional distance. Sharifat, the King’s wife, often scolded him, asking why he refused to draw Hibru close, but he never told her the reason. They had many disagreements over this, leading to bitter feelings. One day, her persistence so incensed the King that he struck her in a moment of lost control.

    In total shock, Sharifat held her cheek and looked at him with tear-filled eyes, saying, “My husband, know that since you married me, you have never spoken a harsh word to me, let alone insulted me. But today you have struck me. Surely, the secret you share with Warrior Hibru is the reason you struck me. I vow to you that however long it takes, I will investigate this secret until I know it.”

    Upon hearing this, King Maharaz became deeply troubled. He knelt before Sharifat like a small child and said, “My wife, please forgive me for placing my palm on your face; I was not in my right mind when it happened. I ask you, since we met, have I ever asked a great favor of you?”

    Subdued, Sharifat replied, “Certainly not.”

    The King knelt on both knees before her, holding her hands as his eyes filled with tears, and said, “I beg you, for the sake of your parents, the love between us, and our daughter—do not investigate this secret, for the Lord Darbuza has forbidden me from revealing it.”

    Upon hearing this, Sharifat’s heart softened further, and she was filled with intense wonder. From that day on, she never mentioned Hibru to the King again.

    As for the Great General Hibru, he had married only once in his life. His wife had passed away seven years prior, leaving him with a handsome twelve-year-old son named **IMNAL**. Imnal inherited his father's prowess in the field of heroism; it was widely believed that he would grow to surpass his father’s bravery. Even at the age of seven, he was already competing with grown men. He participated in every battle and played roles so vital that Hibru eventually began to delegate his command to Imnal, letting the boy represent him among the troops.

    Indeed, the world is wide and full of wonders. In a different continent entirely, there lived a formidable king named **Dujalu Ibn Shardud**, who ruled the city of **Hawaruldin**. King Dujalu was a notorious warrior, a hero among heroes, capable of fighting an entire town, killing the men, enslaving the women, and seizing their wealth as spoils of war. Through this, he brought many lands under his rule and amassed staggering wealth. Furthermore, Dujalu was a powerful sorcerer, unrivaled across the continents.

    When Dujalu realized how powerful he had become, he conducted a search within his mystical chambers to determine his standing among the world's kings. After forty days of ritual, he finished the search and was deeply unsettled. He saw that King Maharaz was his equal in every way—power, wealth, and territory. Consumed by envy, Dujalu vowed to find a way to destroy Maharaz’s empire, wipe him off the face of the earth, and seize his wealth to become the undisputed ruler of the world. Consequently, he entered a seventy-day ritual to find a solution.

    the solution revealed was that he must possess the legendary weapons of the **MAZAN JIYA** (Men of Yesterday)—warriors from a bygone era who had no equals, and whose weapons possessed unparalleled magical strength.

     1. **Saiful Lujara**: A magical sword belonging to **Warrior Hantaru** of the City of Kisra.

     2. **Galilil Haras**: A spear belonging to **Warrior Shaddadu** of the City of Kufa.

     3. **Lamsara**: A mystical helmet belonging to **Warrior Hulkas** of the City of Romania.

    **Saiful Lujara**: Whatever this sword strikes is split in two, be it stone or iron. Even a mere graze from the blade causes death due to the lethal poison it carries. Currently, the sword is kept at the bottom of the **Bahar Sufiya** (The Sufiya Sea), guarded by 90,000 Jinn warriors. Since Hantaru’s death, these Jinn moved the sword to the sea to guard it forever, for it is the only thing they worship. When it was forged, it was destined to be used by only three people in history. One has used it and died; the remaining two are unknown. Whoever possesses it can never be defeated in war, even if they lived for a million years. The 90,000 Jinn have their souls bonded to the metal of this sword, which is why only one of the three destined individuals can ever take it from them.

    **Galilil Haras**: The spear of Shaddadu is currently kept in a magical cave in the City of Kufa. For over a thousand years, no mortal has entered that cave. The cave is underground, and its entrance is invisible unless one approaches with the **Saiful Lujara** sword; the sword acts as a guide, leading the owner through 99 magical doors to the spear. Furthermore, this spear can transform into a mount—a horse or camel—that never tires, hungers, or thirsts for forty days.

    **Lamsara**: A sinister helmet that allows the wearer to see things forty days' journey ahead as if they were right in front of them. It also protects the wearer from storms and torrential rain—one can see the storms, but they cannot touch the wearer. It is kept in a museum in Romania among the artifacts of past kings. There is no physical guard, but no one can take it unless they enter carrying the **Galilil Haras** spear.

    After King Dujalu finished studying these weapons, he was filled with joy and laughed triumphantly. The next morning, he mobilized an army of one billion soldiers and set out toward the Bahar Sufiya to retrieve the sword, then Kufa for the spear, and Romania for the helmet.

    Back in **Darul Mahabur**, it was the day of the annual festival for the idol **Darbuza**. From the earliest hours of dawn, the temple was packed with people. The temple was so vast it was the size of a town. Every year, representatives from nine other great kings of the continent came to seek blessings.

    On this day, General Hibru and his son Imnal arrived early. This was because Imnal had pressured his father to get a spot close to the idol. In truth, Imnal didn't care about the idol; he wanted to be near **Princess Mulaifa**. For seven years, Imnal had been lovesick for her, and he was determined to confess his feelings today, regardless of the punishment.

    Fortunately, they secured a spot just five paces from where the King and the Princess sat. The entire temple was silent; everyone had their eyes closed and heads bowed, as was the custom. This silence usually lasted an hour before the King would rise to deliver the message of Darbuza.

    While everyone was bowed, Imnal broke the law. He stood up, crept through the crowd, and sat right next to Princess Mulaifa. He placed his hand on hers. Startled, she looked up and saw Imnal. She froze, mesmerized. Instantly, she was struck by an intense love for him. She whispered into his ear, “Surely, you are Imnal, the son of General Hibru.”

    Surprised, Imnal whispered back, “Yes, but how do you know me? I believe you have never seen me before.”

    Mulaifa replied, “I have been told stories of you and your appearance described to me. I have long pictured you in my heart; the face I saw in my dreams is the face I see now. But why did you break the law of worship to come to me? Are you not afraid of the King's punishment?”

    Imnal smiled. “O beautiful one, know that a heart in love is blind and deaf. It fears nothing in the world if it can reach its beloved. I have loved you for seven years, and today I vowed to confess my heart’s pain even if I am executed before these millions.”

    Tears filled her eyes. "Praise be to Darbuza, who put your love in my heart before I ever saw you. I, too, have loved you for seven years. I had no desire greater than to see you." Filled with joy, they embraced.

    At that exact moment, **King Maharaz** raised his head and opened his eyes, which were wet with tears. Unexpectedly, he saw Mulaifa and Imnal locked in an embrace right in front of him.

    *Translator's Note: The King's reaction was one of shock and terror, seeing his pampered daughter in the arms of the General's son at the exact moment he was to deliver a dire prophecy.*

    King Maharaz gasped and cleared his throat. Hearing this, everyone raised their heads. When they saw the King weeping—something they had never seen—the crowd was unsettled.

    King Maharaz addressed them in distress: “The great Darbuza has told me that the lives of everyone on this continent are in grave danger. There is a king named Dujalu of Hawaruldin who has become my equal in power. Out of envy, he has vowed to destroy my empire and conquer this entire continent—and indeed, the whole world. He has completed a seventy-day ritual to find a way to succeed. He is seeking three magical weapons of the **MAZAN JIYA**: Warrior Shaddadu of Kufa, Warrior Hantaru of Kisra, and Warrior Hulkas of Romania. These men are the ultimate legends, and their history will never be forgotten.”

    He described the weapons:

     1. The **Saiful Lujara** sword, which cuts through anything and carries a lethal poison.

     2. The **Galilil Haras** spear, which can kill 40,000 men in seconds and transform into a tireless mount.

     3. The **Lamsara** helmet, which grants long-distance vision and protection from the elements.

    "King Dujalu has already left his land with his army for the Bahar Sufiya. It is a three-year journey by horse, but even with magic or Jinn, it will take them over a year. Finding the sword in the sea is nearly impossible—it is a matter of luck and destiny. But if he succeeds, the other weapons will follow easily. Whoever holds all three will be invincible, ruling over humans, Jinn, and animals alike.

    Citizens of Darul Mahabur, we cannot remain idle. We must rise and secure these weapons before Dujalu does. If he gets them first, he will level our land, kill our men, and seize our women, children, and wealth. We must send word to all the kingdoms of this continent to join us in this great quest."

    The temple fell into a graveyard silence. The crowd dispersed in terror, talking of nothing but Dujalu’s plan. News spread to the neighboring lands. King Maharaz sent Jinn messengers with letters to all the regional kings. Within hours, the continent was in a state of mobilization.

    As for **Imnal** and his father, **Hibru**, they walked home in silence. Hibru was reflecting on the loss of life and wealth this war would cause. He worried about leaving the women, children, and elderly unprotected in the city. Though he had no wife or other kin, he felt a deep sorrow for the continent, knowing this war would shatter the economy and tear families apart. Tears filled his eyes out of pity for the people.

    Young **Imnal**, however, was thinking something very different. His first thought was: *How can I be the one to possess those three weapons of the MAZAN JIYA?*