It was not the yellow light of the lamp, nor the silvery light of the moon.

It was a white light, pure and warm, that cast no shadows.

It grew in intensity, but it did not hurt my eyes.

On the contrary, it felt as if I was seeing light for the first time.

The fear lodged in my chest dissolved, replaced by a sense of reverence so profound it took my breath away.

I knew with a certainty that transcended the five senses that I was no longer alone.

My heart pounded, not from dread, but from overwhelming awe.

From the center of that light, a figure emerged.

He did not resemble any of the artistic representations I had seen online.

His face was Middle Eastern with eyes that held a mixture of sorrow, love, and ancient authority.

He wore simple white robes that seemed to be woven from the very light that surrounded him.

He said nothing, but I heard his voice within my spirit, clearer than any audible sound.

Do not be afraid.

The peace emanating from him was a physical wave that enveloped me, calming every nerve, silencing every doubt.

I was not having a vision or a dream.

He was there as real as the ground beneath my feet.

He extended his hand to me.

And the moment my spirit responded, my palatial room disappeared.

I was no longer in my room.

I was in a place of indescribable beauty.

It was not a garden or a city of gold.

It was a dimension of pure light, color, and sound, all in perfect harmony.

The dominant feeling was love.

Not a human love, fragile and conditional, but a love that was the very substance of the place.

A love that knew me completely and accepted me unconditionally.

It was like coming home after a lifelong exile.

Issa was by my side, and he showed me a large book.

He opened it and with his finger pointed to a line.

There written in a script that seemed made of starlight was my name Amir Bint Abdullah al- Sawud and I knew with every fiber of my being that this was the book of life.

I belonged in that place.

Then the scene changed drastically.

The light and joy vanished replaced by an oppressive darkness and a coldness that penetrated the soul.

There were no flames just a total absence of light, life and hope.

The air was heavy with the sound of weeping, of nashing of teeth, of an eternal and endless regret.

The agony there was not primarily physical.

It was spiritual.

It was the pain of total separation from God, from the source of all love and all good.

It was the final and irrevocable realization of a choice.

I saw faces contorted in an anguish I never imagined possible.

Issa did not need to tell me what that place was.

I felt it.

It was the destiny of all those whose names were not in the book.

The final outcome of rejecting the way, the truth, and the life who stood beside me.

The horror of it marked me forever.

We were back in the presence of the light.

The darkness and despair were gone, but their memory remained.

A somber contrast that made the light even more precious.

Issa looked at me, and in his gaze was the choice.

He did not pressure me.

He did not coersse me.

He simply presented me with the truth of two eternities.

On one side, my name in the book, a life with him.

On the other, darkness, separation.

All my life, I had been told what to believe.

For the first time, I had a real choice based not on tradition or fear, but on an undeniable revelation.

There was no hesitation.

In that sacred silence, in a place beyond time and space, I bowed my head and surrendered everything to him.

My life, my title, my future, my name, everything.

I am yours, whispered my soul.

And then I was back sitting on the edge of my bed in my silent room in Riad.

The light was gone, but the warmth and peace remained within me.

My face was soaked with tears, but they were not tears of sadness or fear.

They were tears of relief, of gratitude, of a love so overwhelming it felt like my chest would explode.

I touched my face, the fabric of my pajamas, the silk sheet on the bed to make sure I was real, that the room was real.

Everything seemed the same, but nothing was the same.

The emptiness within me, the echo chamber that had haunted me all my life, was filled, filled to overflowing.

I was no longer searching.

I had found the man of the dreams was not a mystery to be solved.

He was a reality to be lived.

I got up and walked to the large window.

I pulled back the heavy brocade curtains.

Outside, the sky was beginning to lighten in the east, painting the Riad skyline with shades of gray and pink.

The city still slept.

My world had not changed, but I had.

The fear of my family and the consequences still existed, but it was now in the background.

It was an earthly temporal fear.

The reverence and love I felt for the one who found me in my despair were eternal.

And that changed everything.

The greater fear, the fear of eternal separation, had been annihilated.

I looked at my reflection in the window glass.

The same face, the same dark eyes.

But for the first time, I did not see a prisoner.

I saw a daughter free.

I knew nothing would be easy.

The revelation did not give me a map to leave my country or a plan to escape my engagement.

In fact, it made my situation infinitely more dangerous, but it gave me something more important, a purpose and unshakable hope.

The problem was no longer if I would believe, but how I would live this new belief.

The intellectual journey had ended in a supernatural experience.

Now the journey of faith was just beginning, and I knew it would lead me far from the golden walls of the palace.

I did not know how.

I did not know when, but I knew I could no longer live in that lie.

The truth not only freed me within, it demanded that I seek freedom without.

As the first ray of sun hit the city’s minoretses, I heard the familiar sound beginning to spread across the urban landscape.

The call to dawn prayer.

Allah Akbar, God is great.

All my life, this phrase had been the metronome of my existence.

But that morning, I heard it with new ears.

Yes, God is great.

So great that he made himself small to find me.

So great that he wore the skin of a carpenter from Judea.

So great that he entered the dreams of devout Muslims and the room of a desperate princess.

The muazine’s voice called the kingdom to bow, but my heart was already kneeling before a different throne.

I turned away from the window, a calm I had never known settling within me.

The path ahead would be the most difficult of my life.

I could lose everything I knew.

My family, my home, my wealth, my nationality, and very likely my very life.

The risks were absolute.

But for the first time, I felt I had something worth losing everything to keep.

The quest that began as a university project, an attempt to find meaning in dream patterns, led me to the very dream from which the entire universe was dreamed.

My field research had ended, and my real life, the life I was created for, was about to begin.

I had a new king.

I closed the curtains.

The sound of the call to prayer was muffled.

But it did not disappear.

It was a reminder of the world I lived in and the battle that awaited me.

I had no plan, only a certainty.

I had no allies, only a name to invoke.

I sat on my bed, no longer as a mirror, the princess, but simply as a mirror.

And for the first time since I could remember, amidst the silence of the awakening palace, I did not feel lonely at all.

The search for truth had cost me my old life, even before I took the first step out the door.

And I knew, with a piece that defied all logic, that the trade had been the best of my life.

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