I am a slave; my parents died during the war that turned us all into slaves. That morning I was still planning with my mom on going to the farm in the evening, but as we approached, the noontime. The whole city scatters; war has entered. I have heard of war, but it is a pity I also became a victim of war. My parents died before my eyes, and me being alive was all thanks to my father’s uncle. He rescued me but was later captured.My uncles raised me. I became a beautiful damsel by this time. We have gotten a bit of freedom, but we are still called slaves working for the citizens. My uncle was the gate man at the king’s palace.
There was a day I went to visit my uncle at the gate. One of the sons of the noblemen saw me with my uncle and asked for my hand in marriage, but his parent would not agree. They said I was only a beautiful slave and I would spoil their reputation.
My uncle was not moved; he didn’t even support it before. He said I am meant for more and should not settle for less. He believes that is not the will of God for me. He is a strong believer and actually taught me the way of the Lord.
I cherished my uncle a lot. He didn't allow me to feel the absence of my parents. He was both a mother and a father to me. Not only that, but he didn’t even try to remarry; he said, I’m a gift sent from God to fulfill a great task, and he is ready to surrender everything to be my guide. I always check myself in a mirror and say, What can become of a slave like me?
Sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. My name is Esther; it’s the same thing as Hadassa. The name of my uncle is Mordecai; I am an Israeli. About a year plus after the earlier marriage matter. There was a great event at the king's palace. It was the king’s birthday, and it was celebrated for a whole year. Hard to believe, right? Our king was the richest and most powerful king at that time.
His name was King Ahasuerus, reigning over one hundred and twenty-seven provinces. It was a celebration for both the citizens and the slaves. That year we spent little on food because we were able to ‘ga nu si’ that is, eat enough and even bring home from the palace.
But a tragedy struck at the end of the celebration, although I was unable to get the full gist from my uncle. The Queen somehow disrespected the King, and she was dethroned; even messages were sent to the entire province concerning this issue, that women are not allowed to dishonor their husbands. It was a great shock to everyone. The one and only Queen Vashti, the pride of the king. The most gorgeous and elegant in the kingdom, What a great pity.
A month later. It was announced that the king needed to choose a new queen, and all aristocratic damsels were to come for the competition. I didn’t think of it because of my background and what I have gone through. But that night when my uncle came. He said I will be appearing tomorrow at the palace, that my time has come, and the fulfillment of purpose is near.
At first, I took it as a joke but later realized my uncle was serious about it. I believed in my uncle and took the bold step. You are beautiful; that was the song in the mouth of everyone who saw me when we were being checked into the place. Tell your skin care routine! My uncle bought the best clothes he could afford for me. Actually looking at myself, I almost believe I am a princess. Before the war, I actually belonged to the royal family. That was a long time ago, sha.
In a nutshell, my beauty captured everyone, and they forgot to even check my background. I became the enemy of some of my fellow competitors just because I was favored.Not to bore you with my story, I became the queen. This slave girl is now a queen. The most favored of the king!This wasn’t the end, but time will not allow me.
Hope you are not asking yourself the same question I was asking myself. “What can become of me?” You are actually made for something greater.
Don’t allow your background to put your back on the ground.
This is actually my version of Queen Esther’s (Bible) story; hope you enjoy it.
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