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Princess Yasmine
By Princess
Ali had never seen such a display of power in his entire life. He was the
young Crown Prince of his fathers Kingdom. His father was King Abdullah
Aziz Al Saud King of Saudi Arabia, and the Commander of the armed forces
of the Kingdom. His father had invited his eldest children to watch the
years annual military parade in celebration of Eid Ul Fitr.
The young prince admired his father. He loved his father more than
anything else. While at times, the young prince disagreed with his father
on some issues he still admired him. In his opinion, there was such a
thing as being too conservative. His main disagreement was over women.
His father was in line with the super strict conservative Sunni
interpretation of Islam. He called himself a Salafie. They tried their
best to follow the scripture as strict to the original way when the holy
prophet was alive, as possible. Maybe too far in his opinion. He didn't
like how women were treated in the kingdom. He thought that they should
have more liberty and authority over their lives. He agreed with his
sister. He never expressed his opinion to anyone. He was too young for
anyone to care yet. But he resolved himself that when he became king,
that he would make those changes.
He sat on a high podium with his father and with his sisters and brothers
watching the majestic display of the Kingdoms new found power. His Father
had a specialized area made on top of the enormous Prophet mosque in
Madinah city to overlook the parade. The massive enormous columns on the
mosque jutted up the sky behind them. The mosques large green dome was
behind them. The nations large green flag was flapping in the wind behind
them. The young prince was awed as he watched column after column of men
in the kingdoms military fatigues carrying the flag march past the
enormous mosque and turned in perfect military precision and marched down
the street to a area where they would stop. Grand symbols of the Kingdom
were displayed on enormous billboards. His father told him he had modeled
his military parade to be like Russia's old grand may day parades. The
soldiers were not the last. After the million soldiers marched past, the
kingdoms armor divisions would roll past with their massive guns and
tracks. Large artillery pieces came next and then, the rockets. Large
mobile ballistic missiles lumbered past. It was a military parade worthy
of the old days of the Soviet Union. Except this wasn't. It was the
Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. The soldiers were waving green flags instead of
the blood red. Large Arabic holy scripture from the Quran Surah were
inscripted on the flags and billboards and oversized flags.
His father had totally industrialized the nation in less than ten years.
The nation under his fathers leadership had built their own arms plants,
mining industry, they were building their own arms, tanks, aircraft. They
had even built massive shipyards and laid down their fist series of large
cruisers and aircraft carriers.
After more than a million of the Kingdoms soldiers had stopped and
assembled themselves in rolls in front of the Kings Podium, he stood up
and saluted. He was about to give a speech to the nation.
"Soldiers of the Kingdom, Citizens, I am addressing you to apologize. I
am not unaware of the strife that has came into this peaceful nation. My
daughter whom I had appointed the guardian of the law has introduced
reforms that are not popular. As of this moment, I am stepping in to
address this. I as King, am now canceling those. My daughter Princess
Nayifa had good intentions to improved the lives of this Kingdoms women
by giving them power over their family. I understand the religious
clerics of this Kingdom disapprove and it has caused strife and
dissatisfaction. This is an issue we need to move on more delicately.
He glanced at his sister and she was glowering in hatred at her father in
anger. His speech went on for more than forty minutes. She got angrier
and angrier as his speech went on. But She was happy when he announced
that she would remain in her position.
His father told him he had some things to attend to and his sister was
going to take him home. He wasn't happy about that but he could not
really do anything about it either. She wasn't happy to have him either.
They didn't get along well but she took the boy back to their palace in
Riyadh City. His father had to meet with a ambassador from the European
Union that night so he was alone with his sisters.
The crown Prince Ali and his elder sister Nayifa were a contrast to each
other. Ali was small for his young age. He stood at a meager four foot
and two inches tall. His sister was twenty years old and she stood over
six feet tall. While he had soft feminine features his sister had a
strong dominant body. Ali's face was very lovely. he had soft rounded
cheeks, his chin narrowed into a easy point and his light hair grew long
in soft waves. His sister told him he looked like a girl his age. He was
withdrawn, he wasn't very outgoing or dominant. By contrast, his sister
was strong, She stood over six feet tall, and while she also looked like
a woman, she has a very powerful persuasive personality. She could also
be very mean as young Ali found out. She often picked on him and called
him little Jasmine. His father tried to stop her from picking on him, but
with little luck. He could be persuasive too but he didn't want to come
down too hard on her.
There were times when the elder Princess Nafiya wished that she were a
man. But only some times, she was glad that she wasn't born like that.
She was glad she was a woman. She couldn't stand men. She hated now
narrow minded and bigoted men were. She thanked Allah that she was a
woman with the insight and intelligence a woman possesses.
As he was in his lavishly adorned bedroom thinking about his lot in life,
his door flew open. He looked up to see one of his fathers servants, he
told the young prince, "Your father has requested the whole family attend
a reception. Most of them are there. You and your Sister must come now."
He stood up and said, "I will get ready Abu."
He nodded and backed out of the room as he redressed.
He walked out of his bedroom neatly dressed for a official diplomatic
reception to find no one around. He wondered down the lavish halls of his
fathers palace. He went down the steps to see his sister talking with
some man that he never met. A few things sparked his suspicion. One, was
that it wasn't custom for a woman to be alone with a man that wasn't a
family member. Especially a Royal Princess. The other that there was
something about this man that sparked fear in him. He really looked
scary. Young Ali was glad no one could see him. She told him, "Good work
Shaikh. It is all going as we have planed. Wait until the young prince is
there. The whole family should be there in an hour. Now go."
The man left and he ran up the stairs to wait. The servant came soon and
his elder Sister Nayifa came up for him. She told man that she would take
the young prince. He didn't have much of a choice since she was a Royal
Princess and she took his hand and told him, "Come with me."
Getting to the diplomatic reception took longer than she had planned.
Nayifa was getting more upset as she tried to get to reception for the U.
S. State officials. It took nearly an hour and a half. It was all over by
that time.
Their car was blocked by police vehicles at the U. S. consulate. The
place was smoldering. One of the Police strolled up to her car and she
lowered the window. "Oh Princess Nayifa. We are so glad that you weren't
in there when the attack happened. Let her in."
They came in and he saw that the building was bombed. It had collapsed on
the rest of his family. He was told that the King, his wives, along with
his twelve brothers and sisters were killed in the terrorist attack. Two
of his sisters and him were the only survivors.
His sister spat out, "Those idiots."
They were taken back to the palace and increased security was placed
around them. A meeting was arranged to discuss what was going to happen
to the Kingdom now?
They had to prepare for the royal funeral of the king, as well as the
other victims. For some reason that Ali did not understand yet, his
sister took a large part in arranging everything. He guessed because she
was the oldest. It was about seven hours after the horrible attack, when
they were lead into a large room in the palace. One of the government
ministers was to read the wishes of their father. What was left the royal
family was there. Young Prince Ali, His surviving sisters, Princess
Nayifa and Princess Aliya were sitting on one side waiting. The took out
a paper and started reading, "The young Crown Prince will take the
throne. He is the Prince but, he is under age to lead our country. King
Abdullah had a plan. The Princess Nayifa will take temporary leadership
the country until the young Prince is eighteen years old. Prince Ali,
Nayifa will be your guardian until you are eighteen. The royal estate
will be in her name until you are eighteen. Do you understand?"
He nodded and groaned inwardly. Nayifa smiled. He would be surprised if
he was still alive at eighteen. He understood and so did his sisters. She
stood up and thanked the minister. She noticed how her little brother was
afraid now. She took his hand and lead him out.
He knew his life would never be the same. His sister looked down at the
boy and told him, "We will mourn now, Ali. It is almost time for the Isha
prayer. You need to get ready to go the al-masjid and pray for our
father. Lets go home. first. I have arranged our fathers funeral for
tomorrow night. It will be at Riyadh's Grand Mosque. Be there at five PM.
He nodded as his sister took him into their house first. Ali wondered why
his sister was taking him to their house. He looked out the window at
Riyadh. He saw the glimmering buildings of the nations capital and a lot
of the people were in mourning of their King. The men and women were
adorned in black instead of the usual cheerful colors they usually wore.
Something was off as Ali walked though the door to the palace. Things
were more than just different. He walked up the staircase to the second
floor where the bedroom suits were. The door to his bedroom was locked.
Nayifa said, "Your bedroom is being redone, Princess. Don't worry
yourself, Princess Aliya is your size and age and you can borrow her
clothes for the time being. Lets get something for you in her bedroom!"
He was stunned. "Nafiya, she is a girl. I can't wear her clothes."
His cheek exploded into pain from her slap. He was shoved into his
sisters bedroom. "You can and Will princess. You are going to have to
adjust to a new life. You aren't a prince anymore. You are nothing. Now,
that I run this country. I will not allow you to take the throne from me.
Understand Princess?"
"That is how it is. The people will never accept you, Princess. How can
you stop me?" She shoved her face inches from his face in a threatening
manner, "I have the loyalty of the army. Any resistance will be shut down
hard. They will accept me or else. As for you, I can guarantee you will
never assume the throne. You will do what I say if you want to live. DO
you think they will accept you after you are seen wearing your sisters
pink outfits. The ministers will never allow you to run our country. Now
put this on, Princess Yasmine."
In less than twenty minutes, he was adorned in his sisters cute pink
prayer outfit. It was humiliating. His head was even covered in her pink
hijab. He was wearing a pink traditional Arabian woman's Abayah. An Arab
style conservative dress that women often wear. He wore a pair of his
sisters pink satin panties and a padded bra that gave the illusion of
breasts. No one would think he was a boy anymore. He looked at his
reflection in the mirror and saw his new curves. and how his dress was
held up by two mounds on his chest and he blushed in deep humiliation.
They were headed out as he was wearing that. They expected him to go to
the grand masjid in Riyadh wearing it. Ali felt a cold fear turn into a
knot in the pit of his stomach as he realized that he didn't have any
choice
He went into the masjid, and immediately headed toward the males side
where they prayed. Luckily, his sister grabbed him and turned him toward
the females area. At prayer times, men and women prayed in their own
area. So he found a place with the women and placed his rug down and
stood up. He recited the first part of the prayer and knelt down and
prostrated down. He went though the entire ritual for his first time as a
female and wondered what was next.
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Authors note. This was a very difficult story to write and it will be
more difficult as time passes. I had to buy alot of books and read alot
of websites to write on this subject matter. I admit I knew very little
about Islam and that culture. If I made any errors please tell me. I will
try to correct them.
I dont want any flames because of the deep religious theme in this story
but, I couldnt avoid it.
Gert
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