THE STREAM OF DESTINY
Once upon a time, in a small village, the morning sun cast a golden glow over all. Amina, filled with nerves, prepared for her journey to the Palace. Madame Nooi, her stepmother, fumed but felt powerless against the prince's wishes. Reluctantly, she handed Amina an old, plain wrapper. It was worn and starkly different from the fine garments she had saved for her own daughters, Bola and Chiner. “Don’t embarrass me further,” Madame Nooi snapped. As Amina adjusted the wrapper, she was reminded to remember her place and to obey the prince’s wishes.
