The drivers drove calmly, mindful not to upset Amal. There were five black cars in a convoy, with Amal's car in the middle. Two cars were in front and two at the back, all containing Amal's bodyguards.

They continued driving, and Amal kept giving them instructions on how she wanted them to drive, with authority and pride. As they reached the gate, the guard quickly stood up and opened it. She told the driver to stop the car sternly. Lowering the window, she looked at the guard disdainfully and said, "Didn't I tell you not to waste my time opening the gate when I come back?" The guard squatted and apologized, saying, "Please forgive me, your highness. It won't happen again." Amal replied, "If I have to speak to you about this again, you'll leave this house on the same day." She then instructed the driver to drive into the compound.

As soon as the car stopped, her two maids got out, each standing on either side of her, adjusting her long dress. They entered the house together.

Amal headed to her mother's room. As she entered, her mother, Mommy, asked, "My Amal, you're back?" Amal approached and lay on her mother's lap, saying yes. Mommy stroked her head and asked, "Amal, what happened? I see you're upset. Who upset you today?" With tears in her eyes, Amal said, "Mommy, I really don't like that gatekeeper. He always delays people by taking too long to open the gate." Mommy responded, "Are you about to cry over this? Do you want to disturb me over something like this, just because crying isn't hard for you? Look, I'll have the king reassign him within the house." Mommy then turned to the maid beside her and said, "Bring Amal some ice cream." The maid replied, "Yes, your highness," and quickly left. Mommy then turned back to Amal and said, "I've ordered what you want. Don't be upset anymore, okay?" Amal remained quiet, indicating she was satisfied with her mother's reassurance.

Amal was very beautiful, with fair skin, long hair down to her back, and perfectly aligned white teeth. She had a good figure and carried herself with authority, always showing that she was the princess. No one could do anything wrong without her asserting her dominance and insisting things be done her way. She loved comfort and indulgence. These were just a few of Amal's traits.

Amal then said, "Mommy, I'm going to sleep now. I'm feeling sleepy. Please send the ice cream to my room." Mommy replied, "Okay, send Haneefa to me." Amal agreed and left.