When I returned to the classroom, I found that Hadiza had already arrived with some of my friends. She gave me a glare and said, "Oh, Sayyadi is so concerned about you that he said you should go home and lie down."

I smiled and sat down without saying anything. I am not a person who talks much anyway. While we were there, Sayyadi came into our classroom and gave us a lecture.

I watched him closely because he said his life was worse than mine. This really surprised me. Despite everything, Allah had provided him with everything he needed. He had his mother, father, and siblings, and they all lived peacefully. No one would think that there was any problem.

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He was lying on his luxurious wide bed, sleeping soundly under a soft, smooth blanket, as if he had no worries in the world.

His phone, which was on silent mode, kept ringing persistently. Since the first ring, he had heard it but refused to answer, intending to continue his sleep. Eventually, he woke up angrily and picked up the phone.

Without checking who was calling, he said, "Who is this idiot disturbing me?"

He said this loudly, but there was silence from the other end. He angrily unbuttoned his shirt as if preparing for a fight, hissed, and set the phone aside, continuing his rant.

He went into the bathroom, muttering to himself. He didn't bother with prayers, instead he got into his luxurious bath setup. He picked up the remote and turned on the TV mounted on the beautiful bathroom wall. The bathroom was so luxurious it looked like a room itself.

Meanwhile, some people are struggling with poverty, worrying about what they will eat, like poor Noor. Some bathrooms in their homes are barely functional, patched up just to serve the basic purpose, while others have bathrooms that look like they belong in a palace.

Oh Allah, protect us in this world and the hereafter, amen.

He was about to fall asleep again when he remembered he had a meeting in the president's office. So, he got up and took a bath, then sat in front of the mirror like a woman.

He applied a fragrant, soothing lotion, picked out a white suit and matching pants, and a black undershirt. He wore an extremely expensive watch that complemented his outfit well, and he styled his sleek hair, which looked like that of an Arab or Indian.

Prince Yazeed, his mother is originally an Arab who inherited royalty from her father, the King of Egypt. They hold significant power and authority.

He has two siblings, Princess Zulaihat and Umar Farouk. She married Yazeed's father twenty-nine years ago, and now Yazeed is twenty-seven years old.

Yazeed is very handsome. His father is originally from Nigeria, and he grew up there. He is a nobleman through and through, and now he is the king.

Don't think I'm hiding the name of the town and the kingdom; I'm doing this because the story is true, and everything requires secrecy.

Prince Yazeed is the only son of his father; the rest are all females, eleven daughters in total, three from his mother, and he has two younger siblings.

Yazeed is one of those spoiled children who always get their way, a trait he inherited from his father, who dotes on him.

Yazeed's mother doesn't interfere much. She always tries to show him the right way, but Yazeed never listens. He doesn't take advice at all, and despite being young, he does things even an adult wouldn't do.

He is very arrogant and proud, doesn't talk to just anyone unless he feels like it, and rarely speaks twice. His two younger siblings are very afraid of him. He barely stays in Nigeria, always traveling abroad, especially to France.

He has a good relationship with the President of France. Prince Yazeed is very intelligent and creative.