Life in The Land of The Pharaohs: Entry One
A diary form story of a man and his life of slavery in Egypt.
There are no words to describe the sentiment of loss that passes through me as I write this. The pain I feel is too immense, nothing that I say can express it to its full extent. I have been torn, ripped away from everything that has ever mattered to me. Nothing of material has been taken from me, not gold nor food, nor any other item that may be regarded with equal in importance to these. No, I have lost a much greater treasure: my family. It is as if a piece of my soul has been cut away, leaving only a gaping hole; a never-ending blackness of despair. The desire to hold my father’s hand, hug my mother, and hold my wife rings louder in these past hours than in my lifetime. I have been on this Earth long enough to see the sun rise and fall at dawn and dusk; I ave seen the seasons come and go, bringing harsh winds and frosts; yet never in those times have I felt the magnitude of pain that I do now. I pray that I will survive my captors, who dare call themselves “The King’s Men” and that I will soon return to the embraces of my loved ones. How I hate these winds; they sting my eyes and lash at my throat, leaving me thirsty and blind until given water.