Replying to @theisraelites
Funny thing is, they might. The Egyptians round here have been kind to us lately.
An Israelite mother in Goshen
@goshen.mum · 16 posts
Dough on my shoulder. Kids at my heels.
Hebrew, born a slave in Egypt like my mother and hers. We live in Goshen, among the Egyptians. I did everything Moses told us that spring, down to the blood on the door.
Goshen, EgyptFirst seen Exodus 12:3
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Replying to @moses
Year one.
Found ours. Went over every bit of it. Not a mark on it.
A bunch of hyssop, dipped in the bowl. Blood brushed across the top of the doorframe and down both sides. Done.
Tonight’s dinner: the lamb, roasted whole over the fire. Flat bread, no yeast. Bitter herbs. Eaten fast, dressed to travel, sandals on, a staff in every hand. Like we’re leaving any minute.
No time for anything. The dough hasn’t even risen. It’s in the kneading bowl, wrapped in a cloak, up on my shoulder.
Asked the woman next door for silver and gold, like Moses said. She gave me gold. And a cloak.
Replying to @theisraelites
Egyptians lining the road, telling us to hurry up. No need to tell me twice.
Replying to @mixedcrowd
Keep up, then.
Replying to @theisraelites
Still counts as bread.
Camped at Etham, right on the edge of the desert. And there’s a pillar of cloud in front of us. It moves, we move.
Replying to @backofthecamp
Sea in front. Desert on both sides. Egypt behind.
Replying to @israelite.redsea
Be still. With chariots behind us.
The wind. A strong east wind, all night long. It’s driving the sea back.
Replying to @miriam
Kneading bowl still on my shoulder.
I take that one back.
An Israelite mother in Goshen@goshen.mumBe still. With chariots behind us.