Cinderella? NO

ABDALLAH

"I don't want to go to any Paris or Bora Bora. I want to perform Tawaf with you; hand in hand. I want to visit the Prophet(saw) with you, I want to do sujud with you, drink zam zam with you." She pouted her mouth and I felt like eating her up because of how cute she looked. "Fine, we should do that but we should also go to Paris together and kiss under the Eiffel tower." I said and she opened her mouth in shock "You are so shameless." She shook her head and laughed "Seriously we are taking things very slowly" I teased and she rolled her eyes "Let's go to Africa then. Let's go to Somalia, Haiti...lets visit all those kids suffering. Let's put a smile on their faces. We can go to Syria also, and Gaza" she insisted "We can also adopt kids if you want, but please darling listen to me...I want to kiss you under the Eiffel tower, I wanna swim with you, I wanna..." I was talking when she cuts me off and said "Fine, but we do not need the Eiffel tower to kiss" she said but regretted saying it. She  quickly stood to leave and I caught her "Fine then let's do it here then. I don't mind" I drew her face to meet mine and she shouted "Wait, let's go to Paris then, and Bora Bora and anywhere you want us to go." She said but I didn't wait to reach Paris.
Imran called and told me to go on the internet. It reads 'From Grass to Grace' with my picture and figure of a black girl. I told Maryam she shouldn't worry about it but she insisted on answering them. "And you are going to just look, you won't say anything." She told me and I called mum. Mum said I should allow Maryam do what she feels is right. I called for a press meeting at home and told Maryam to wear niqab; I don't want her face to be pasted on every cheap newspaper.
"'From Grass to Grace; Another Cinderella Story' Please I want the reporter that wrote this clause to explain to me what he means. I am not going to sue anybody. I don't even have the money to sue. I just need an explanation. In English obviously" she said and everybody laughed. The bold idiot that wrote it got up and Maryam opened her mouth. "I'm sure you don't know my home but at home, we have maids and cooks but my mum cooks for me, wakes me for fajr salah, insist that I eat, calls me when it's time for my favourite show. And my dad; we have drivers and but daddy drives me to school and takes me to my class. Picks me from school and buys me candies after school. When I am sick, he wipes my body with a cold towel, he takes a leave from office to take care of me while mum cooks and forces me to take medicine. We have all the means and the people to do all these but my parents never neglect their duties. My siblings; they love me...so much, they call me every day. We share things, we stand for each other, we defend and love each other so much. Here in the palace, I can swear Abdallah doesn't know Mahmood's favourite colour. Do you?" she asked and looked at me. I just laughed and shook my head "In palaces, they don't eat together, princes wanna kill each other because of the crown. You all watch movies so you know exactly what happens in palaces and you know how presidents' kids fight to get freedom, but they don't get it. In palaces, kings don't care about the queens but they care about their mistresses. Royal families are the most miserable people. I'm sorry Abdallah. So I don't know which is grass and which is grace. If where I came from is grass, then I'd rather die a vegan." She said nonstop. "Why are you then living in the palace?" someone asked. I am locking him up. "I chose to live with Abdallah's parents because I want to change the atmosphere and the condition of this palace. This place is...HELL. I want to help the condition of this house." She answered without fear. "Maam we are talking about material wealth" a lady said. She must go to prison. "My family's fortune is nothing compared to the Al Gemzi's but if you are talking about material 'grace', my family is not poor. Dangote; the richest man in Africa, his son was in my class. The president's kids went to my school. Though I didn't go to all the countries I love, but I went to few and Saudi Arabia was one of them. I am holding iPhone 7 and I am sure even Bill Gates doesn't own an iPhone 8 because it is not  out yet." Everybody laughed "I didn't marry Abdallah for his crown, I married him because I love him for the sake of Allah, but you know what? I owe no one explanation so from now on, you can write whatever bull you wanna write. But you should know that not everything is about money or grace you call it yea? I am no Cinderella because I don't have cinders over my face, this colour that you see, is mine. I am black and damn proud. Next time when you are writing anything about me, use my name or if you wanna insult me, use words like ermm 'black girl' I know your small minds think it's an insult, but it is awesome. But do not ever use a princess name on me cos I am no Cinderella, no Snow white and I am no Beauty. I do not need a prince, a beast, a kiss or a knight in...faded amour to rescue or complete me. I just need God to save and complete me; Allah, master of the prince and beast." The crowd just froze; it went dead for seconds. The whole time she was talking I was in awe. I went to her, kissed her on the forehead and took her away. "I love you" she said and I just looked on. "My courageous wife. The world needs women like you. May Allah bless you." I looked at her and got lost in her caramel eyes.
Mum asked me what I was going to do with Samia. "Samia is a nice girl. She loves you but I don't want her to waste her life. I don't even know how strong or foolish she is to be with you while you love another woman." She said pacing in my room. "I don't know mahmah, but whenever she wants to leave. I would pay so much for that." I said sternly "You are so shameless." she said shaking her head "I didn't drag her into this..." "I know I know" she cuts me off "I'm going to convince her to leave. I can't see her get hurt and I can't see another woman's life ruined in this house" she said looking at me. I caught her gaze and said "Mahmah your life is not ruined. Maybe it was but see the blessings around you. See us. Your kids. Your grandkids. That's enough..." "It is not enough" she cuts in "Mum dad is a changed man now or at least he's trying to and can't you see this house is better now? A bit? And I am happy now mum. Very happy." I said looking at her