Mikiya Book 1 Compelet Ammey Laylerh

Description

The spacious hall was packed to the brim with people, not leaving room for even a needle to drop. Wherever you looked, everyone's face radiated cheerfulness; just a single glance at their expressions revealed they were extremely happy. However, a few scattered individuals among the crowd filling the hall to capacity began checking the wristwatches on their arms, murmuring and hissing softly under their breath. Others remained silent, their expressions beginning to shift into a look of worry. After all, if it were said that today the famous Hausa top celebrity and star actress, namely DIAMOND MEESHERH, would fail to attend this ADD companies trailer shooting, it would truly spell major trouble. Every person sitting in the hall had clearly attained a certain high status, judging by the physical luxury of their bodies and, above all, the opulent layout of the hall itself.

It was a prestigious commercial by ADD companies, built through the collaboration of major corporate heavyweights. The company's CEO himself stood up straight as he noticed some people's tempers beginning to flare. Indeed, it was quite annoying that for about three consecutive days now, they had gathered around this time, only for the event to disperse without the ADD companies' trailer ever being conducted.

Right at that moment, a white Toyota Highlander parked in the hall's forecourt. In a hurried manner, a young, fair-complexioned lady stepped out of the vehicle, dressed in a black pleated skirt, a white oxford shirt topped with a maroon suit, a tie around her neck, a silver band on her head, and her hair neatly styled into a ponytail cascading down to her back. Her feet were clad in black sneakers. At that exact moment, the hall erupted into a massive roar of cheers from her ardent fans—so loud that some outside weren't even permitted to enter the main venue of the trailer shooting. Some people began snapping photos, others recorded videos, and some raised placards bearing her name alongside ADD companies' advertisements. One of the female security guards surrounding the area quickly reached Diamond Meesherh, looping the promotional symbol she was meant to endorse over her.

Walking with graceful agility, her face covered with a mask to avoid public disturbance—despite being someone who shows love and affection to her fans—she suddenly pulled off the mask so her direct face could be seen, bringing joy to her fans' hearts. Another wave of roaring cheers burst from the people as they felt her love pierce through them anew. With calm poise and the subtle elegance, authority, and prestige possessed by anyone belonging to the JEDAANS POWER MENTION family—where everyone knows Respect and peace is the hallmark of anyone from that household—she continued walking until she reached the hall's main stage. Even before she climbed up, the young money-spenders and "ajebo" kids, along with the older demographic comprising the board of ADD companies, started cheering.

The microphone handed to her by the first security guard was attached to her, and she flashed a beautiful, radiant smile. After apologizing to the crowd for a minor, weighty emergency that had slightly delayed her, she closed her eyes for a moment, remembering the exact reason that had initially prevented her straight departure. Once the cameramen finished flashing their lights on her, they requested a short performance. With that same beaming smile and desire to please her fans just as they pleased her, she began an electrifying performance that drove the massive hall wild. Right in the middle of her performance, Moh Saif Ameen Turaki appeared in the hall, and they continued the performance together. The atmosphere delighted them immensely, just as their fans were thrilled because their deepest wish had come true today: seeing their two biggest idols perform together—DIAMOND MEESHERH SAMEER JEDAANS and MOH SAIF AMEERN JEDAANS. Overwhelmed with joy and happiness at their togetherness, the fans burst into jubilant cheers, and the hall fell completely silent when the pair paused to gaze at their adoring supporters.

Their fans resumed cheering until the event concluded. Moh Saif walked around to where Diamond Meesherh stood, her back surrounded by security. He took her hand after people finished taking pictures with them and walked her straight to her parked car, making sure she got inside before heading to his own vehicle to tail behind her.

As they reached the bend of the Mobil filling station at the roundabout, a terrible traffic jam blocked the road. She let out a slight hiss, feeling completely fed up with being stuck in the car. This prompted Meesherh Jedaans to step out to see what was causing such a massive gridlock. Even though her face was concealed by a mask, it didn't stop two young girls inside a tricycle (Keke NAPEP) from recognizing her.

The girl whose face was uncovered, peering out the NAPEP window, gasped, "Laaa A'isha, look over there! Isn't that like Diamond Meesherh?" she said, full of excitement at seeing the world-famous celebrity. Quickly, the one called A'isha turned her head toward where the women were being pointed out. "I swear, Rumaisa, it really is her!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening in shock.

Full of eagerness, Rumaisa said, "Look, get up, please let's go take a photo!" A'ishah took a deep breath, looked at Rumaisa, and replied, "Do you think she'll agree, Rumaisa? Don't forget that Diamond Meesherh's full name is Meesherh Sameer Jedaans, and she is a global role model through and through. Right now, Meesherh Jedaans herself is one of the world's billionaires, having become a certified multi-millionaire/billionaire after acquiring massive, thriving companies across different countries. Not to mention her direct family lineage—she is the daughter of Sameer Jedaans! And you know very well that Meesherh Sameer is the heart of the entire Jedaans family! How could you even think she would talk to us, let alone pay us any mind? Have you forgotten all the companies under MEESHERH LUXURY PRODUCT (M.L.P)? Those belong to her! Companies that spent staggering fortunes just to establish themselves—success achieved by very few. Besides, her companies manufacture latex cars for the world, and she holds major shares in those fierce tech companies that produce laptops, iPhones, and all kinds of smart devices globally. She is the senior daughter of the Jedaans and practically runs the whole Jedaans empire, second only to SHEIKH JURAIJ THABIT JEDAANS." A'isha finished speaking, letting out a warm breath.

"I swear, people really praise her a lot, A'isha. She acts like she has no pride at all," Rumaisa said. Facing Rumaisa again, A'ishah replied, "Alright then, let's try our luck! May God grant us success," she told the NAPEP rider as she paid him.

Just as Diamond Meesherh was about to step into her car, opened by a security guard, an excited and eager Rumaisa rushed toward her, saying, "Um... um, please sis, can we..." The security guards immediately stopped her, chilling Rumaisa's body and making her feel humiliated for intruding into a space she knew she didn't even belong in a millionth part of. "Pl... please forgive us, we just wanted to take a photo..." One of the security guards yelled loudly at them, "Get lost from here, or do you think Hajiya hangs out with the children of paupers—" His voice was cut short by a sharp reprimand from Meesherh Jedaans herself.

All the security guards turned to look at her simultaneously. She pulled off her mask and dark sunglasses, casting a piercing glare at the guards that seemed to ask, Why won't your ears ever listen?

She then turned her gaze back to the two young girls, her face adorned with that signature smile that made her petite face even more beautiful. Smiling at them, she took the OPPO phone from A'isha's trembling hand and said, "Awww, I'm so sorry, sisters. What's the password?" With shaking hands, they gave her the password. She unlocked it, opened the camera app, stepped right between them, placed her hands on both girls' shoulders, and took a selfie with them—while capturing their utterly shocked expressions.

After lowering the phone, she returned it, put her mask back on, and hopped into her car. Before the driver could start the engine, she quickly stopped him to have her ID card—containing her direct phone number and full address—given to the girls. She also took one of their phones, telling them she would look them up whenever she had free time.

Astonishment and sheer wonder completely froze Rumaisa and her friend in place as the area buzzed with activity. But by then, she had already instructed the driver to move on because the gathering noise was beginning to give her a headache.

They drove straight to a magnificent, towering edifice that looked like an earthly paradise—a massive mansion representing Respect and peace. It was a grand estate that currently stood among the best, top-tier, most expensive, and most attractive mansions across Nigeria and the entire world. Describing its architectural splendor would be a waste of time; suffice it to say it was a breathtaking, exquisitely crafted masterpiece occupying an entire neighborhood in size.

Ignoring Mah entirely because she returned exhausted, she headed straight upstairs since the downstairs parlor was empty. She didn't come out until after the Isha'i prayer, descending her private staircase. At that moment, the entire household had gathered in the main parlor for dinner. She walked straight toward where her Abbie was sitting, her face set in a stern expression to prevent anyone in the parlor from teasing her.

She was dressed this time in a fitted Turkish gown that accentuated her shape perfectly, with a matching scarf gracefully draped over her head. She looked stunning, though the outfit's figure-hugging fit was its only notable detail.

Greeting only the mothers present, she dove straight into Mah's embrace, hugging her tightly. "Mah, I came back completely exhausted today, but you didn't even check up on me," she pouted. Mah playfully pinched her protruding lower lip just a bit. "As for me, I spent the entire day working on fixing up Baby Daddy's room." A familiar sound of clicking teeth echoed, letting everyone know instantly who had made it. They didn't bother reacting as the home's house manager began serving everyone's preferred dinner.

Her favorite breakfast pancakes with honey were set before her, as the house staff well knew Diamond Meesherh disliked heavy meals. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him enter the parlor. The room fell silent again as everyone rushed to greet their eldest brother, SHEIKH JURAIJ THABIT TURAKI. She immediately averted her gaze, showing absolute indifference even when he took a seat directly opposite her.

Annie quickly stood up, her face devoid of any warmth. "JURAIJ, get up and move over here!" A profound silence blanketed the room for a moment, followed by the sound of faint, restrained breathing. Everyone knew Annie's volatile nature regarding peace in the home and her intense animosity toward Meesherh.

Jedaans Turaki, the traditional patriarch, was just arriving at the entrance of the parlor when Sameer Jedaans quickly pulled a sofa chair for him to sit on. Sheikh Juraij let out a silent, suppressed sigh, his heart pounding heavily against his chest. Without a word, he stood up intending to obey his mother's directive, while Jedaans Turaki deliberately looked away from his grandson's troubled heart. "Sit back down where you were," the old man commanded.

Everyone heard the elder's calm voice. Mah stood up to leave, her soul unable to bear witnessing her daughter being humiliated any longer. She was ready to hurl a fierce rebuttal right back at Annie that could break her heart, when Jedaans' voice cut through her thoughts. "Did you have lunch that you're getting up, Zulfa'u?" she heard the old man ask a second time. She stopped dead in her tracks without turning around. "I need some personal space, Baaba!" "And if you get it, what then?" he fired back directly.

She stood in silence, refusing to answer, her heart fueled by burning hatred for any bloodline connected to Annie. The old man let out a heavy, meaningful sigh, knowing deep down that only one thing could solve all these family conflicts: marriage. If he thought his heart skipped a beat at that thought, he wouldn't be lying. He broke into a crooked smile just as the five formidable heads of the household entered: THABIT JADEENS, AMEERN JEDAANS, SAMEER JEDAANS, JAMAAL JEDAANS, and EL-MUAZ JEDAANS. They calmly took their seats, greeted Baaba first, and then respectfully greeted the other elders one by one. The previous tension temporarily faded as they focused on dinner, though in some hearts, the grievance remained as fixed as a mortar in its place.

Sheikh Juraij Jedaans, who possessed the greatest emotional endurance among them, was the first to stand up and retreat to his side's balcony. Wearing dark sunglasses, he let out a long sigh, feeling the suffocating pressure in his chest finally ease slightly.

Standing near a long lounging sofa, he opened his sleepy white eyes, letting out a breath heavy with frustration. Mohan Sameer Jedaans, who had been standing behind him for a while, cleared his throat, noticing Juraij didn't even seem aware of his presence. He pulled over a coffee table, placed it beside Juraij, propped his foot up, and rested his cheek on his left hand. Slowly, waking from a deep trance of thought, Juraij opened his bright white eyes—slightly dimmed by lingering anger—and cast them upon Mohan, whose face bore an uncanny resemblance to none other than Diamond Meesherh Sameer Jedaans. "Yaya Sheikh, it shouldn't be that you let worries like this burn you out so much anymore," Mohan Sameer Jedaans said, feeling a matching wave of tightness and sorrow cloud his own heart.

Juraij turned his back, indicating he didn't want to talk to anyone right now, and Mohan understood the gesture. Swallowing a painful lump in his throat, Mohan opened his mouth to speak. "If Yaya Sheikh feels better later or by morning, I need to speak with him directly." He gestured lightly, signaling he was leaving. Juraij felt Mohan walk away and slip out of the balcony, opening his white eyes to follow his retreating figure with his gaze.

★

Meesherh

After everyone dispersed from the dining room and wrapped up their discussions—including her brief exchange with the old patriarch—she bid everyone goodnight and headed toward her private quarters.

Just as she was about to step inside, Annie appeared from the adjoining corridor, looking like she wanted to block her path, but upon seeing who it was, she simply scoffed and walked away. Juraij, standing nearby, watched everything unfold, feeling a sense of helplessness and failure creeping into his heart. He, who preached peace and harmony to the world and society, was watching his own family fall apart right before his eyes. His chest tightened further with conflicting emotions as long-buried memories threatened to overwhelm his mind.

Back in her room, she sat at the edge of her bed, reviewing the accounting history reports for all her companies and watching how everything continued to flourish. After typing out some detailed notes on her laptop, she headed into the bathroom. She emerged having performed ablution; even though she wasn't planning to pray right then, it had become a lifelong habit instilled in her since childhood by the very person who raised her—the same person whose sudden betrayal later severed that profound bond. Despite everything that happened, she tried to discard all his personal habits, but some simply refused to fade.

Shaking off those thoughts, she recited her bedtime prayers and blew over her body.

Moh Ameern quietly pushed open the door, stepping inside without making the slightest sound on the floorboards, which was why she didn't notice him approaching the edge of the bed as she drifted into a light sleep. She wasn't a heavy sleeper, nor was she hard to wake.

Sitting up abruptly, she turned on the bedside lamp. Through the soft glow illuminating the bedroom, she pointed furiously toward the door. "Out, Moh!!" she commanded with intense fury. He tried to reach for her hand. "Look, relax, babe. Some documents were just emailed to me, and I wanted to show you, that's all!" he murmured, stepping closer. "I said get out! Is WhatsApp useless to you that you had to sneak into my room? Just because I tolerate you, do you think you have the right to constantly display your hidden repulsive traits?" she shouted fiercely—had the doors not been heavily soundproofed, everyone in the wing would have heard her.

Subdued, he stood up and headed for the exit.

Earlier, as part of his nightly routine to ensure every young member of the household was safely tucked away in their quarters, Jedaans Turaki had been walking past. Passing by her window, he thought he heard angry voices. Despite his heart warning him against it, he turned back to investigate. He only caught a fleeting shadow, but blessed with a razor-sharp intellect and an uncanny ability to read human behavior, he instantly recognized who had just slipped past.

Boom! His head pounded as if struck, and his body felt as though scorching water had been poured over it, making his skin crawl. Walking backward into the dim hallway with measured, graceful steps, his white traditional shadda trousers brushed against each other. His vision doubled as he finally made it to his own quarters, collapsing heavily onto a seat yet maintaining complete composure and dignity.

"Just as Allah turns the night into day, Oh Lord, I beg You to turn our sorrows into joy, for I know that our trials have only just begun! Right now... our TRUE STORY is about to begin......"

Summary

The narrative revolves around the affluent, powerful, and influential Jedaans family and centers heavily on Diamond Meesherh Sameer Jedaans (a multi-billionaire tech mogul, global celebrity, and fashion icon) and her intricate family dynamics.

The story opens at a packed, high-end promotional trailer shooting for ADD companies, where fans and corporate elites grow restless awaiting Meesherh's arrival due to a pressing personal emergency. When she finally arrives in a sleek white Toyota Highlander, dressed impeccably in a corporate-chic outfit, the hall erupts into roaring cheers. She removes her protective face mask to connect with her adoring fans. Shortly after, Moh Saif Ameen Turaki arrives, and the two idols perform together to the crowd's absolute delight.

Following the event, Meesherh experiences a traffic bottleneck caused by heavy gridlock. Stepping out of her car, she is recognized by two working-class girls in a Keke NAPEP—Rumaisa and A'isha—who are in awe of her immense wealth, business empire (Meesherh Luxury Products, tech investments, and global enterprises), and aristocratic Jedaans lineage. Despite arrogant security guards trying to chase the girls away, Meesherh intervenes warmly, takes selfies with them on their phone, and hands them her personal ID card containing her private contact details.

Upon returning to the ultra-luxury Jedaans mansion, family tensions flare during dinner. Tensions peak between Annie (who holds deep animosity toward Meesherh) and the patriarch Jedaans Turaki, alongside Mah (Meesherh's mother) and Sheikh Juraij Thabit Jedaans (the eldest brother, who silently carries immense emotional burdens and family stress). Later that night, Moh Ameern sneaks into Meesherh's bedroom uninvited under the guise of work documents, drawing a furious rebuke from her. As Jedaans Turaki patrols the halls, he witnesses the clandestine movement, triggering painful reflections on how his family—despite preaching peace to the world—is fracturing from within. The chapter closes on a prayerful, hopeful note about destiny and new beginnings.

Description

• Setting: A vibrant blend of high-end corporate luxury and elite Nigerian aristocracy. Locations include a packed commercial event hall in Kaduna/Nigeria, busy city streets blocked by gridlock, and an ultra-expensive, sprawling architectural masterpiece—the Jedaans mansion.
• Atmosphere: High-stakes, glamorous, emotionally charged, and tense. It contrasts public adoration and idol worship with private domestic warfare, generational pressure, and suppressed trauma.
• Key Figures:
  • Diamond Meesherh Sameer Jedaans: A powerhouse billionaire, global role model, top Hausa actress, and the emotional heartbeat of the Jedaans family.
  • Sheikh Juraij Thabit Jedaans: The eldest, brooding brother struggling to maintain emotional stability amidst family toxicity.
  • Moh Saif Ameen Turaki & Moh Ameern: Male members of the elite circle, with Ameern showing boundary-crossing, toxic tendencies toward Meesherh.
  • Jedaans Turaki & Mah: The patriarchal and maternal figures holding complex emotional stakes in the household's survival.
  • Rumaisa & A'isha: Ordinary young fans who experience Meesherh's surprisingly down-to-earth kindness firsthand.

Analytics

• Character Archetypes & Dualism: The text heavily uses juxtaposition. Meesherh is portrayed as a hyper-successful, untouchable global titan (billionaire, tech/luxury mogul) in public, yet she remains remarkably grounded, empathetic, and kind to ordinary citizens (like Rumaisa and A'isha). Conversely, she exhibits fierce boundaries against entitled peers like Moh Ameern.
• Conflict Engines: The plot is driven by two primary friction points:
  1. External Fame vs. Internal Isolation: Meesherh's public life as an idol clashes with her suffocating, hostile home environment.
  2. Domestic Strife: Generational control, matriarchal feuds (Annie vs. Mah/Meesherh), and the patriarch's quiet maneuvering—primarily hinting at forced or strategic marriages ("AURE") as a desperate tool for stabilization.
• Pacing & Structure: The narrative flows like a high-production contemporary Hausa/English fusion drama (often popular in modern Littattafan Hausa adaptation styles), shifting seamlessly from bustling public spectacles to intimate, psychologically tense nocturnal scenes.

Comments

• Linguistic Blend: The excerpt represents modern hybrid storytelling, blending rich Hausa cultural nuances, honorifics (e.g., Mah, Abbie, Baaba, Yaya), and corporate/global lifestyle terminology (billionaire, corporate CEO, OPPO phone, tech companies).
• Character Resonance: Meesherh stands out as a strong, multi-dimensional protagonist. She defies the passive heroine trope by balancing corporate dominance, artistic talent, boundary enforcement, and genuine compassion for the underprivileged.
• Thematic Depth: The underlying message highlights that wealth and fame ("aljannar duniya") do not insulate a family from emotional decay, jealousy, and psychological warfare.

Conclusions

This chapter serves as a masterclass in character introduction and world-building within a high-society romance/drama framework. It establishes Diamond Meesherh not just as a superficial celebrity, but as a complex corporate titan anchored by deep familial ties and hidden vulnerabilities.

Ultimately, the text sets the stage for a tumultuous emotional journey. With family fractures deepening, unauthorized intrusions occurring, and the patriarch eyeing marriage as a strategic remedy, the stage is set for high-stakes emotional confrontation. As the concluding reflection notes, the real trials have only just begun, and the true story of the Jedaans empire is about to unfold.

Follow-up Question: Given the complex power dynamics and hidden tensions within the Jedaans household, which character's secret motives or backstory are you most eager to see unraveled next?