After punishing Zabura's brothers and restoring peace to her tribe, Zainab and her people were overjoyed. Nights turned festive, days were filled with laughter, and everyone believed their enemies were finally gone.
But one night, Zainab had a strange dream. In the dream, there was no light—only a faint blue glow. A voice echoed again and again:
"Zainab… Zainab… help us."
Suddenly, the glow shattered, and shadowy figures appeared before her—jinns. They looked weak, frightened, and bound. In their eyes burned a desperate hope. One of them stretched out his hand and said:
"This ring will guide you to us. A powerful sorcerer has enslaved us, draining our strength to extend his own life. We learned that you possess great power—only you can free us."
Startled, Zainab woke up—only to see the same glowing ring on her finger. Her heart raced. She realized at once: this was no mere dream—it was reality.
Without delay, she prepared herself, told her tribe elders, and followed the faint light of the ring, which pointed toward a distant mountain.
When she and a few brave warriors reached its base, silence hung heavy in the air. The trees were frozen, the wind barely moved, as if the whole world held its breath. Then, from the darkness, a huge shadow emerged—the sorcerer the jinn had spoken of.
He was no ordinary enemy. His power nearly matched Zainab's own. With a cold smile, he said:
"So you are the girl who dares to challenge me… You've come too far, child."
Zainab clenched her fist, the ring glowing brighter, and answered firmly:
"Whatever you've done, you will pay. These jinn must be freed."
The battle began. The sorcerer unleashed dark magic—lightning tore through the air, the ground quaked beneath their feet. Zainab fought back with all her strength, but one powerful strike sent her reeling, dizzy, almost collapsing.
Still, with fierce determination, she rose and delivered a mighty blow that forced the sorcerer to stagger back. Snarling, he retreated into the shadows and roared:
"I will return! And when I do, your life will be mine!"
Zainab's chest ached—not just from the fight but from a strange magical wound spreading inside her. She struggled to breathe. Her companions rushed to her side, but she whispered faintly:
"I just need time… but we will free the jinn."
The sorcerer vanished into the mountain's darkness, leaving behind a chilling echo:
"We will meet again… your hardest days are yet to come."
Worry and determination flashed together on Zainab's face. She knew this was only the beginning. The sorcerer would return stronger, and she herself was injured, her body still reeling from his magic.
And thus Season 11 ends with a question:
Will Zainab recover fully? Can she stand against the sorcerer again? Will the jinn finally be freed?
Th
e answers await… in the next season.