Hi Alhaya
A Duty
A Life
A Choice
Dear Princess Jasmine sat in her room.
Teared by the thought of a marriage soon.
There was nothing left for her there that night.
So she took her cloak and ran off in fright.
By the time she had come to the town below.
Then sun had risen, and roosters began to crow.
The town was alive with women with baskets.
And men on the streets, selling rabbits.
When walking through the town she did see a little boy.
With pitch black hair and worn, tattered clothes.
Reaching for an apple upon one mans rows.
When the boy could not reach Jasmine came to help.
For she knew not the law, and struggles within.
When she handed the boy the apple, she could not pay.
Her hand was chopped off and then, thrown away.
She was screaming and bleeding.
So the boy took her in.
He wrapped her in cloth til the bleeding did stop.
She slept in the loft until she got better, and while she was there she came to a thought.
She then asked the boy. "What are you called?"
The boy thought for a while and then came to a stop.
"Aladdin" he said while holding a pot.
Jasmine then responded, saying her own name.
From there she asked "what is your age?"
The boy responded and said he couldn't remember, but if if he had to guess.
He would be 18 in November.
Jasmine had been only 12 and this boy was one she would always remember.
That night when the stars quickly arose a romance between the two arose.
Sadly, that morning Jasmine was forced back to her home.
And her father, the Saltin, unhappily rose.
He told her that she, had the mark of a thief.
And that she was no longer of any use to he.
He then gave her a choice.
One of exile and one of queen.
For she would have to marry Ja'far who was 43.
Or face an exile on her own.
Away from the land and away from her home.
She would have to go.
The choice was easy.
An absolute no brainer.
She would marry Ja'far, the day later.
She waited a night hoping for Aladdin, but alas, he never came.
The day later she married Ja'far.
She lived in palace, in her land.
And lived with the choice she made.
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