Ameerah...a Princess the World has never seen before

"Baba, Why can't I be the Sultan?" weeped Ameerah as she sat beside her father's legs, tears glistening like silver beads, dilating her brown orbs out of frustration, anger and helplessness.

Her father Abu Quraizah sighed in frustration as he replied for what seemed like the Hundredth time. He spoke without sparing a glance at her as though he was repeating a well-rehearsed line for a theatrical play.

"Ameerah, my sweet little girl. You should know that as the Ameer's daughter you can be anything that you wish to be. There's no stopping you but you must understand my dear..." The Ameer was unsure of how to finish his sentence. "You must understand that some roles are more...MORE suited to others than perhaps yourself."

Ameerah's tears were threatening to fall as those words left her father's mouth. She had no idea how to respond. Her mind, body and soul fell numb. The one figure head she had faith in , who would support her in all her dreams.

"So you have no faith in me or in my capabilities. Just because I'm a woman, right? " Ameerah was frustrated at her father's mindset.

The last comment had just about ticked Abu Quraizah off. He had to put her in her place.
"You know what Ameerah? You are right. Women can't be leaders. I mean they're so stupid to even think that they can change the Political system." Abu Quraizah bellowed as he got up from his golden-plated the first time to look in his daughter's tear flooden eyes

"You're just like your mother. She also attempted to change the conventions of society and look where that lead her..."

Abu Quraizah stopped abruptly quickly realising his unintentional slip of tongue, Ameerah froze. She felt numb and she felt a wave of rage sweep through her.

What did he mean?