An Eid With The Prince

TENDER TOUCH

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She sank on the couch; devastated. Tears kept falling down her cheeks, Zarah was sad. She couldn't pick the pieces together, she stood up, she needed to use the bathroom. Zarah walked inside the bathroom like a soulless body, she just stared at the mirror blankly, what was she thinking? She did her bathroom business and she glanced at her mirror reflection before walking out—she wasn't careful enough and mistakenly stepped on a carelessly placed bar soap—she slipped due to the reduction of frictional force. She lost balance and landed in the bathtub,worst more, blood was dripping down her face; she hit her head on the sharp edge of the tub. She looked at her surrounding, sure she was claustrophobic, but this toilet ain't stuffy. Her only problem was her wound, she was inside the tub, she couldn't stand up either. As she was holding things for balance, she held the tub tap, and her hand slipped from it, the tap was on, water gushes out—unfortunately the drain plug was insert in the drain. She couldn't scream nor retrograde, she allowed her self to be carried by the darkness.

 

* * * * *

Aladdin & Jazz mine couples' dress shop.

The building was so gigantic, the front door was made of pinkish peach glass, with different expensive wedding gown hung and also on mannequins. Prince Abubakar's Lamborghini pulled over and two huge men dressed like a hit man came down, they opened the door for them; Yasmin and Prince Abubakar came out of the car.

A French lady approached them, "Bonsoir Prince, commènt cava!"
Madame Sylvie greeted in a jovial manner, she was dressed like the female version of the Joker—Hayley Quinn.

"Mérci." Yasmin said, trying to sound like someone from Europe. "We need couple dress for our wedding!" Prince Abubakar said.

"Oh I heard, the wedding is gonna be amazing, invitation as I phones?" Madame Sylvie said in her French accent, always emphasizing on letter 'R'.

"Oh it isnot worth bragging, show us your patterns." Yasmin said as she sat on a plastic chair, leg crossed.

"Emily! Raquel! Ella!" Madame Sylvie yelled and three pretty girl ran out with three different patterns.

The first pattern was; a golden silky cloth. "Nope! Haram!" Prince Abubakar said—making sure Yasmin was angry. He could see the disappointment on Yasmin's face.

Talk about success.

The second pattern was; a rainbow colored linen, Yasmin's eyes grew wilder as usual as she pictured the perfect gown she make out of it, "we'll take this one!" She said.

"Too flashy!" Abubakar rejected.

The third pattern was; a green and white linen with little sparkles on it.

"We'll take that!" Abubakar nodded in affirmation. Yasmin wasn't happy with the fabrics, she wanted something more sparkly for her blog.

"And the Paris dé ploumé pattern it is!" Madame Sylvie said. "Dê Manualé!" She yelled again, her accent was so funny, Prince Abubakar coughed to prevent him from laughing. Yasmin was going heads over heels for the shoes, the jewelries and the bags, she loved them all—she started life streaming again.

Perks of being internet famous.

A pretty girl, dressed like a baby doll come out with tape rule around her neck, she brought a big book with her.

So that's what Dê Manualé means. Ohh I'm getting it now.

"Your perfecta halal dress." Madame Sylvie said as she give the manual to the Prince.

Prince Abubakar opened the book with a gentle bismillah, "Are you sure this book is halal?" He said as he saw a picture of a bride and groom.

"Yes Prince, it is!" Madame Sylvie answered as she was showing Yasmin the jewelries they've got.

"Found one, I want this one!" Prince Abubakar picked the picture that reminded him of Zarah. A picture of the groom in a white flawless robe, with a beautiful turban on his head;  and the bride in a big pinkish white soirée gown, on the bride's face was a beautiful niqab that was crafted like a big rose.

Raquel rushed to the prince and collected the manual from the prince, she bashfully marked the page with a red marker.

* * * * *

The door to room 36 was wide open, Safeenah came out of the elevator and skipped inside the room; the lights were out, that's weird—because this was a royal suite, electricity was always vital.

She walked towards the mini kitchen with some eerie vibes, was she haunting a ghost?

"Ummi?" She called again, there was no reply, she walked to the bathroom, she opened the door and said; "oh Allah, I seek refuge from you, from all evil and evildoers."

She entered the bathroom and she saw nothing than the normal tub curtain, she walked to the mirror, opened the drawer and brought out some hair styling kit. As she was oiling her hair, she caught the glimpse of a finger, she thought she was seeing things due to the Horror movie she watched last night 'Anabelle'. She shut her eyes and again it's there, she kept staring and alas it was her ummi's finger!

She opened the curtain like a maniac and the curtain fell down. In front of her was a tub filled with red water and drowned Zarah. She led out a loud scream, before rushing to her mother—she quickly turned off the tap; pulled the drain plug but it was stuck. She was only six, she was confuse, she kept crying.

She don't want  to loose her ummi.

* * * * *

"Smile for the camera." A voice said as he took the Prince's and Yasmin's picture.

"Prince smile, you're ruining the pictures." The studio worker complained.

"Must we take a pre-wedding pictures, The flashing is too much." Prince Abubakar whined unceremoniously and walked out of the studio.

"Abu, Abu, wait up, if you don't wanna take pictures, I'm fine by it,don't be angry! Please habibi," Yasmin said in a convincing manner.

"Thank you for understanding, let's go back to the palace!"

"But Abubakar, why do you always care about yourself alone? What about others feelings? Stop being selfish."

"Look who is talking, you? Calling me selfish, in all of your life you're just good in humiliating people," A phone call cut him short.

"Salaam!"

Abubakar said in a melodious voice.

"What?" Abubakar added as the caller said something which Yasmin couldn't hear. His was white as sheet.

Author's note

Salaam y'all,

I think Yasmin has cross the boundaries for doing what she did,  wait... Was it Yasmin's fault for Zarah's injury? Yasmin wasn't the one who was careless with soaps.

Stay tuned and stay halal!