Maradams Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel

It was a gigantic company whose boundaries were almost impossible to define. No one could truly estimate its full size—not even Karan himself, the owner of the company, could confidently state the exact extent of its property. This was because the company was constantly expanding, continually purchasing new sections of land and merging them into the organization.

About two million and some additional workers were employed under this industrial department responsible for processing metals, all dressed in their protective working gear.

The owner of this company also possessed many other companies. However, there was one particular company that stood out. It was a joint partnership that had been managed together with his cousins since the time when his father was still alive. Even after his father passed away, he never neglected that company. Instead, he continued to nurture and manage it carefully because it held a special place in his heart. His father had struggled immensely before that company gained its global recognition and success.

A.G.C — Abdullahi Group’s Company was a well-known name. It was a company famous for producing all kinds of clothing materials. From royal garments worn by kings, outfits for wealthy elites, and clothing for world leaders, to traditional attire and Western suits—every design imaginable was available there.

Their services extended beyond ordinary tailoring. They could produce any type of clothing design from any country in the world. Customers could easily order what they wanted, and the company would create it with exceptional quality. They also specialized in designing unique patterns, embroidery, and decorative artwork. Whether it was clothing designs, corporate logos, artistic drawings, or customized creative pieces, the company employed highly skilled designers capable of bringing any idea to life.

One of the workers in the factory lifted his head and looked toward the head of the metal-processing department who had just arrived.

“Good morning, sir.”

“Good morning, Malam Mashkur. I hope everything is going according to plan? I don’t want to hear about any problems. And I don’t want any mistakes regarding those metals. Make sure the supply continues exactly as before. And those materials—I want them delivered quickly because the boss will—”

He didn’t finish his sentence. The loud sound of the company owner’s private jet interrupted him.

Immediately, Manager Malik, whose eyes had been fixed on the glass window, slowly lifted his gaze toward the sky. Then he said quickly,

“Alright, go back and continue supervising the workers. The boss has arrived.”

That boss was Adam Tariq Abdullah—the head of ATA Companies.

He was a young businessman who was considered the richest Hausa businessman in the world. With just a single look, anyone could roughly guess his age. He wasn’t young enough to be called a boy, yet he wasn’t old enough to be considered an elderly man either. He was a man in his prime—about thirty-seven years old.

His face carried neither warmth nor visible emotion. In fact, that was simply his natural expression. He was always seen with a stern face that looked like a gathering storm. However, today it appeared even more intense than usual, caused by something troubling that had been weighing heavily on his life.

Adam Tariq Abdullah, widely known around the world as Mr. ATA, was a remarkably handsome man with exceptional elegance, discipline, and authority. Yet he rarely smiled. Everything he did was executed with seriousness, intensity, and a fiery temperament.

His life was very different from that of ordinary people. He was a reserved and distant man who was not easy to approach. Anyone who mistakenly crossed his path would quickly realize their mistake, because he was capable of humiliating or dismissing someone without hesitation.

This was completely different from the nature of his parents and siblings. His family members were known for their kindness, generosity, compassion, and willingness to help the poor and needy.

Adam himself had extremely fair skin without a single blemish. Even the whites of his eyes were unusually clear. He was very tall, with a well-balanced physique, sharp facial features, and striking eyes. His skin carried the smooth glow typical of children born into wealth.

He held a PhD in Business, and even at that time he continued his academic pursuits without abandoning his studies.

In truth, he had inherited the combined beauty of both his parents—his mother Hajiya Zulaiheart and his late father, the renowned lawyer and influential businessman Alhaji Tariq Abdullah.