From inside the enclosed space of Al Safa 101, a low and almost silent chatter accompanies the subtle sounds of worship songs and praises. The Bohemian themed room illuminated by the beauty of chapter A1 and A2 princesses, their lips coffee-drenched, their eyes bright, and grins wide for the lightning-paced day that awaits them. After all, what’s not to celebrate about our Princess Diaries Weekend? What is my worth as a woman? I don’t remember when I started asking this question, and when society started providing an encyclopedic volume of their own answers. Since time immemorial, the patriarchy has always placed importance on the physical attributes of women and considered these as the defining quality for our value. The objectification of women has its roots in the perception that women are mere subjects for aesthetics. I ask again, where can a truly satisfying sense of woman’s worth be found? Is it through the lens of a camera? The right Instagram filter? No matter how much a wo...