Sulthan Aneem Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Arrival of the Young Prince
A handsome young man, full of charm and elegance, caught everyone’s attention at a glance. He wore a milk-colored suit that accentuated his fit physique. His eyes shone behind white glasses, and his well-groomed beard framed his striking face perfectly.
He slowly descended from the airplane, one hand in his pocket and the other pulling his trolley bag. From a distance, he saw Ciroma and Baba K’arami, whose face carried a gentle smile. Baba K’arami was his father’s younger brother. As he approached, a staff member quickly took his bag, and he simply raised his hand in greeting.
He bowed respectfully to Baba K’arami, who warmly embraced him.
“Welcome back, my son. We’ve missed you,” said Baba K’arami.
“Thank you, Abbah. I hope all is well with you?” the young man replied respectfully.
“All is well, my son. Let’s go so you can rest.”
He opened the car for him. “Well, welcome back, my brother,” he said. They shook hands lovingly, and Baba K’arami accompanied him into the car. Another staff member closed the car door behind them.
Journey to the Palace
They set off toward the palace, and the young man noticed every royal vehicle had to stop for his car to pass first. His heart raced without reason, though he silently invoked Allah’s name for protection. After a few minutes, they arrived at a massive residence. Its grandeur was hard to describe—if one were to call it a mansion, even that wouldn’t do it justice.
They waited until the staff verified everything before opening the palace gates. Walking inside, they passed through a series of gates, each lined with attendants bowing and greeting them respectfully despite the heat. They eventually reached the main courtyard. A staff member quickly exited to open the car door. The young man’s eyes remained closed, but he could feel the presence and movement around him. Ciroma gently tapped his shoulder.
“My brother, welcome back,” Ciroma said.
He simply nodded, not moving, aware of the disciplined environment around him.
The Grand Welcome
It took about fifteen minutes before he opened his eyes to see Ciroma standing, hands clasped, watching him. Ahead, a large carpet was laid out with “WELCOME BACK SULTHAN ANEEM” written in bold letters, accompanied by black and white decorative fabrics. The red carpet added to the majestic display.
He walked slowly, eyes observing the attendants bowing and offering salutations while calling out his titles. He closed his eyes briefly, overwhelmed by the pageantry. He had long known such celebrations would await him but had not expected the overwhelming display of respect and grandeur. The arrangement and effort of the palace staff reflected the weight of responsibility and honor placed upon him.