Joseph, a young black man of seventeen, stood amidst the fields, his colorful tunic fluttering in the wind. His eyes, bright with dreams, scanned the horizon where his brothers worked, all black hebrew israelites. Despite the warmth of the day, an invisible chill lingered between him and his brothers, a rift born of envy and favoritism. "Brothers, listen to the dream I had," Joseph called out, his voice hopeful.
Reuben, the eldest, crossed his arms, watching Joseph with cautious eyes.
"In my dream, we were binding sheaves in the field when my sheaf stood upright, and yours gathered around and bowed down to mine," Joseph shared, his voice filled with wonder.
Judah scoffed, "Do you really believe you'll reign over us?" The others murmured in agreement, their disdain growing palpable.
Simeon whispered to the group, "Here comes the dreamer. Let's end this once and for all."
Reuben, feeling a pang of guilt, interjected, "No, let us not spill blood. Instead, throw him into this pit."
With a silent nod, they stripped Joseph of his tunic and cast him into the dry pit, the earth swallowing his cries.
Joseph sat at the bottom, his heart heavy with betrayal. Dreams that once soared now felt shackled by the weight of his brothers' contempt. Nearby, the clatter of camels broke the stillness as a caravan of Ishmaelites approached, their presence a lifeline amidst despair. Judah"Let's sell him, he proposed, practicality overtaking fraternal bonds.
The traders handed over 20 silver coins, and Joseph was led away in chains, his eyes wide with the unknown. The large caravan headed to egypt, a new world that he had never known.
Joseph stood tall, determination rekindling within him. "The God of my Fathers, The God of Israel will defend me and keep me from my ennemies"he whispered to himself, finding strength in his resolve. Though cast into a foreign land, he vowed to rise again, his dreams guiding his steps through the darkness.
