I sat down in front of my desk with my writing utensils laid out orderly before me: pen, ink, stamp, wax, candle, paper, and envelope. My dark hair swung dangerously close towards the candle so I pushed the flame farther away. Taking a deep breath liquid words spill onto the page,

"Dear Ali,

I am thankful for your previous letter as I was out of sorts that morning. The familiar seal begged me to open and read your words of comfort, which I did after hastily finishing my breakfast. One thing though caught my attention: 'I have found the Arab princess of my dreams. I have known her for sometime now and I will be visiting her next week at her home, wish me luck as I may exchange my devotion to her for her devotion to me'.

Who is this Arab Princess of your dreams? Is she beautiful? Or what is her family like? for we are friends and you must tell me everything! One last question pesters me so, What made her the 'Arab princess of your dreams'?

Is she hospitable like all the Bible Women such as Martha or Lydia? Does she care for children like Mary or Hannah? Will she be devoted like Jephthah's daughter or Esther? I wish for an explanation.

I think I will have to wait for the Arab Prince of my dreams. No man has ever seen me for who I really am except for you and my male relatives, you are like one. I must cover my face with the heaviest of veils and I must maneuver silently between crowds in order to be as a phantom in the breeze.

Although every girl wishes for an Aladdin I want a husband with the purist of hearts. A husband who is selfless but still is willing to look after himself if needed. One who is hospitable and giving, who has love for humans and God, then is devoted to me. I do not want just someone who will give me everything but also someone who will give all of HIMSELF.

I await your swift response.

All Yours,

Amira"

It has been a week since I shipped off the letter. I laid on the mat in the living area when a knock came to my door. I walk up and open it to see Ali with a large grin plastered on his face. "Ali?" I question. I bow my head to let him in and he steps inside. "To what do I honor this visit my friend?" He merely holds out a envelope. Taking it and breaking the seal I see three words on the inside:

"My Arab Princess"

There was no amount of words that could explain my joy, only actions. I jump into Ali's open arms while crying and laughing at the same time. "So do you accept me?" Ali questions.

"My Arab Prince"

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Amira actually means Princess in the Arabic language