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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Escape (01/02/06)

TITLE: I Am His Father
By Maclean Patrick Sibat
01/03/06


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I see the city in the horizon, just a little further.

My family is depending on me to take them through this period of uncertainty. It will be a while before we ever have a sense of relief from all the attention, so the best option is to move. To escape to another place that will accept us without question. Where people will treat us as normal citizens though in truth we will be strangers in another land. A land that long ago treated us as slaves. A land from which my fore-fathers escaped from. It is funny that I now escape my land to go to that foreign land.

This is not the first time that I had to move my family. The first time was from the little town where I worked. But that was because the government wanted us to move. In truth it was also an escape. Escape from neighbours who pried into my personal life. It was escape from my fellow work-men who questioned my involvement with a simple girl. Escape from the glaring stares of my parents who, in their judgement, believe that I deserved a better girl.

I kept my promised to her. Not because I was being stubborned but because there were higher forces at work in my life. I was to protect her at all cost and to take her to myself until death shall we part. It was not just an obligation to her but also to Jehovah.

So we ended up in my family's hometown where my wife bore a son. It was a joyous occasion, we even had visitors on that night. We decided to stay there and for almost two years nothing significant happened. There were those funny men from another land that turned up but they left in a hurry after passing us some gifts; besides that, things were calm. For a moment I was entertaining the thought of permanently staying in that little town to ply my trade.

We even became popular among the herdsmen of that area. They were forever retelling the birth of my son. I found it strange that my little boy brought so much happiness to them. Somehow that boy would do great things when he grows up and I was going to be part of that great plan.

Almost two years of calm and then I was told to move. Not so much my own decision but a voice told me to move my family as quickly as possible to a foreign land. So once again I packed my belongings and in the dead of night, my family and I moved. Another escape, this time we were running from the government.

So here I am a short distance from where I will eventually seek refuge. We have stopped by the roadside, just outside the outer limits of the great city. We will rest here until dawn, when we will finally make the last push into the city. My family is asleep but it is not so with me. My eyes refuse to rest, instead I have to stay alert just in case those that seek us come near.
My son looks so peaceful when he sleeps. I know that when his time comes, he will bring peace to those around him. He will be a great man in his later years but until then, as his father, he deserves the best that I can give him. We cannot stay in this foreign land too long. Sooner or later I will need to bring him back to the land of his fore-fathers for he needs to be close to his people.

Funny, I wonder why would Jehovah ever choose me? Is it because I am a good man, a man above my peers? I am just a simple carpenter from a lowly family, how is it possible that I be chosen for this mission? What about my wife? She is a simple girl, nothing special about her, though if I remember correctly, one of her relatives is a priest. Too many questions to ask but who am I to question the Almighty? It is His wishes that matter above all of my wants and thoughts. We are His humble servants for He has put us in charge of such a special child.

Ah, I forgot to introduce myself; my name is Joseph and we are on our way to Egypt; and I better get some sleep.


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Michelle Burkhardt01/09/06
At first I didn't know you were talking about Joseph..You told it from his version..Nice job.
Lynda Schultz 01/10/06
A little trouble with the language here and there, but a very interesting angle to work from.
Sandra Petersen 01/15/06
I began to suspect who the narrator was halfway through the first paragraph.
Reread before submission for grammatical errors (example: "A land from which my fore-fathers escaped from"-second 'from shouldn't be there), typos ("my promised to her. Not because I was being stubborned"), incorrect spellings ('judgment', not judgement').
Seeing the moves they have to make from Joseph's perspective was good.
Don't know if the final paragraph was even necessary because of the hints you gave along the way.
Enjoyed reading this!