Luu Luu Book Three Complete Hausa Novel
Luu Luu Book Three Complete Hausa Novel continues with a tense and mysterious discovery inside a heavily guarded house. Haisam faces hidden truths, dangerous men, and a young man whose face answers questions that have troubled many hearts. This English translation is cleaned and prepared in WordPress HTML format for Hausa novel readers.
Luu Luu Book Three Complete Hausa Novel English Translation
It was a strange kind of house, completely different from all the other houses arranged neatly along the streets of the neighborhood.
From outside, one would never give it such respect or fear. No one would even imagine that inside the real compound was another kind of structure entirely, surrounded by heavy security that had taken them a long time to pass before reaching the inner part of the house, which was their real target.
Slowly, he lowered the large paper from his eyes.
The paper was orange-brown in color and carried many writings filled with very important information.
He was dressed in deep black clothes that revealed his true presence, his dignity, and the powerful aura around him.
Although he did not give anyone standing there the chance to see his face clearly, his eyes were enough. Those eyes were soaked with many heavy, hidden things.
His gaze moved across the people kneeling before him.
These were people he had never imagined he would find inside the house, even though he knew, and also felt within himself, that the things they were following were dangerous and heavy enough to break many hearts.
He became even more convinced of that when entering the house almost became a threat to them.
The wide parlor had become the heart of the house. It was also a dangerous meeting point connected to every hidden section of the building, secret areas that an ordinary person might not see or understand.
The Name Tamim
With a strange calmness, he lowered his eyes upon the man whose body, appearance, and dressing were completely different from everyone else kneeling in the parlor.
Tamim.
The name struck his mind again with deep surprise. It made him admire even more the size of the thread that tied every hidden knot together.
Three people had been born, created, and confirmed with the name Tamim inside the Agadez palace.
It was not without reason.
It was done to confuse intelligent people, to change the analysis and understanding of anyone who thought deeply whenever the name Tamim was mentioned in the Agadez palace. It was a trick that could mislead even the sharpest minds.
With coldness in his heart, he removed his eyes from the man.
This was the man who had spent years troubling his country.
The man who had made several leaders of their security agency complete their tenures and leave office with the unfulfilled dream of capturing him.
The man who became the reason fear entered the Oromo palace.
The man who cut peace and happiness away from the family of Ajani Ahmed.
Just looking at him stirred a strange fire inside his heart.
Looking at him alone made him feel like passing the punishment he deserved right there and then.
But there was still more to be done.
There was still time.
Not now.
Not in that place.
He wanted him to become a message to every branch and root that had joined hands in building him, in building his crimes, and in ensuring his survival.
Twice, Haisam opened his mouth, wanting to speak to him, but each time he closed it again.
He was not sure what exactly he should say.
But he believed that no matter how large and proud the man’s body appeared, that same body had now become weak. Deep in his heart, Haisam knew the man could feel it too.
At first, Beeno and the others had fought with him, but in the end, Muhammad Haisam had to take over. He trapped him strategically, cornered him, and brought him into their hands.
The Young Man Between Omar and Abeer
The sound of footsteps approaching made Haisam turn his eyes toward the direction of the sound.
It was Omar Salawii and Abeer.
Then his eyes settled on the young man walking between them.
Haisam stared at him completely, just as the young man also fixed his eyes on Haisam, as if he was searching for something different, something that separated Haisam from everyone else in the room.
The heart lying inside Haisam’s chest moved.
He felt a wound pass through him.
The young man was the answer to his question.
His face alone was an answer to many unanswered questions that had remained tangled in Haisam’s mind about that house.
It was little Ajani he was seeing, walking on his own feet.
In some of his movements, however, there was Safeena.
This was the infant.
The baby who had been taken away from the very day he was born.
He was the first blood and the first child from Safeena’s body.
Haisam kept looking at him as they came closer. He felt as if his feet were turning cold while he studied the boy’s appearance.
So he clenched both hands and pushed them into his trouser pockets, continuing to examine the young man carefully.
If his judgment was correct today, if what his eyes were recognizing was true, then what he was seeing clearly in the young man was calmness and discipline.
That was very different from Ahmad Almaz.
The eye contact between them did not break until they came very close.
With his eyes, Haisam gave Omar a message, then turned his gaze toward all the others.
He also communicated with them through his eyes alone, and they understood what he meant.
Slowly, he turned and began walking away.
But the words spoken by the elder Tamim in the Oromo language made him pause slightly.
Tamim’s Cruel Words
“I believe you are the blood of Aba Jifar,” Tamim said coldly. “The Ibraheem whose destiny brought the loss of Saleem, his heir, through my hands.”
His words landed deep in Haisam’s soul.
Every syllable sank into him.
But turning to look at him in that state could create anything.
So Haisam chose to continue walking calmly.
With authority in his voice, he said:
“Beeno, I want the house erased.”
It was a short statement, but it carried many meanings. He did not need to stop and explain them to Abdii and the others.
Akhnan
She could not say exactly what was holding her heart.
But truly, there was a strange feeling moving between her heart and her chest.
She felt an emptiness between her heart and chest when she found herself playing a Qur’an recitation after the silence and loneliness she had chosen filled the room.
Her heart reminded her of his final words:
“Listening to and reciting the Qur’an often brings peace to the heart.”
Slowly, she began to truly believe his words.
A deep calmness moved through her, a kind of peace she had never thought could reach the soul and body after a person had faced a terrible threat from human life.
It was his soft voice, the same voice that had successfully entered the companies producing modern MP3 devices that came with bedside lamps.
That gentle recitation.
That voice that carried pure calmness even before one saw the face of its owner.
About Luu Luu Book Three Complete Hausa Novel
Luu Luu Book Three Complete Hausa Novel continues with Haisam entering a secret and heavily guarded house where many hidden truths begin to unfold. The discovery of Tamim, the three names tied to Agadez palace, and the young man who carries Ajani and Safeena’s bloodline opens another dangerous chapter in the story.
This part of Luu Luu Book Three Complete Hausa Novel also shows the contrast between danger and spiritual calm. While Haisam faces men connected to years of crime and fear, Akhnan seeks peace through Qur’an recitation, proving that even after pain and threat, the heart can still find comfort in remembrance of Allah.