Cinderella wanted to go to the ball, but her stepsisters were jealous and ripped up her dress. Of course she was very sad, and spent a while crying before Cinderella’s fairy godmother showed up.
“Not fairies again!” Amal said, disappointed.
“We’ll skip this part,” Lisa said, flipping a couple of pages.
Then they read that Cinderella was all ready to go to the ball again. Then Amal saw the words get bigger and the room get smaller… and oh, oh.
“Not again,” Amal said to herself, but yes. Amal found herself standing beside Cinderella.
“Allah says that the Prophet Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon him) is our best example of how to act.”
“Oh my goodness! Are you another fairy?” Cinderella blurted out, her hands against her chest.
“Definitely not,” Amal said, “My name is Amal. I am a Muslim girl.”
“Pleased to meet you,” Cinderella said, “Well, I’m just about to go to a ball… would you like to come?” she said, then looked at Amal’s clothes, “Oh, but you’re not dressed properly.”
Amal looked at her clothes. Then she looked at Cinderella. Cinderella had on a long skirt, too, but the top of her dress was very tight and it showed all of her neck and her arms. Of course she wore no hijaab at all.
“Actually, I’m dressed to go out, but you aren’t.” Amal corrected her. Cinderella’s little nose wrinkled up.
“Don’t I look pretty?”
“Sure you do. But do you think Allah made you so you could let every man in the world see how pretty you are?”
“I… Well… I’m going to the ball to get the prince to marry me… , actually. That’s why I’m all dressed up.” She answered, shyly.
“But by the time he notices you, all the other men, the old ones and the young ones, will have seen you too. Do you want them to want to marry you, too?” Amal asked her. Cinderella’s little smile went away. Her brow wrinkled as she thought.
“Well then, what am I supposed to do?” she asked. She scratched her head with a white gloved hand.
“Allah made us all for a reason: to worship Him alone. If we worship Him in the right way, we learn to be thankful to Him. If you’re grateful, then you treasure and protect what He gave you. Allah ordered all the women who believe in Him to cover themselves, to make other people know that they worship Allah alone.
And also so they wouldn’t get bugged by men who might like how they look,” Amal explained.
“But don’t I ever get to look pretty?” Cinderella complained.
“When you’re married, it is good to dress up for your husband. That way you can be sure the treasure Allah gave you is protected. Like what my mom does. Her dresses are so pretty.”
“Allah made us all for a reason: to worship Him alone. If we worship Him in the right way, we learn to be thankful to Him.”
“How do I become a Muslim like you?” Cinderella asked, after being quiet for a while. Amal was delighted.
“You say, ‘Ash-hadu an laa ilaaha il Allah, wa ash-hadu anna Muhammad ar-Rasool Allah.’ It means that you bear witness that Allah alone should be worshipped, and that Muhammad (peace be upon him) is the Prophet of Allah.” Amal said.
“Who is Muhammad?” Cinderella asked.
“He was the last Prophet and Messenger. He explained the holy book, the Qur’an, that came to him from Allah. He is the role model for everyone until the Last Day. Allah says that the Prophet Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon him) is our best example of how to act.”
So Cinderella said, “Ash-hadu an laa ilaaha il Allah, wa ash-hadu anna Muhammad ar-Rasool Allah”, smiling.
“I’m so excited!” Amal said, “Here, if you put your shawl up over your head, it makes a nice hijaab.”
Amal said, helping her.
Cinderella put it on and stood back for Amal to see.
“Now that’s beautiful. Allah is protecting you with a shield as long as you cover yourself properly.” Amal told her.
“Thank-you. It feels so cozy.” Cinderella said. Then suddenly again, Amal found herself on the couch next to Lisa.
“Now I know I wasn’t sleeping,” Amal said.
“What?” Lisa said. She obviously didn’t know what had been going on with Amal.
“Never mind. What’s the next story?” Amal said, confused.