Melizah
DING! DING! DING! “ARIAHHH… Could you please alert Irik of our awakening.” Sure why not; it’s not like you will actually attend our morning workings. Melizah, if I am being honest, I am tired of milking the cows alone when you should be helping. At that point, I had to walk away from Ariah. How dare she thinks to open her mouth towards me. She would never understand what it means to be me.
Looking in the mirror I just gaze at myself. I am beautiful. Nonetheless, my goal is to be without the hardness of flaws. Therefore, the starting of my 3 hour beauty routine begins. I am an only child, but my aunt and uncle ‘Fuma and Chofi’ were murdered 4 years ago when their small village in Egypt of 90-100 people was taken over by pillagers. Many were taken as slaves and those who would not comply were slaughtered like lambs. Fuma and Chofi hid Ariah in the walls of the horse stable.
She hid there for three days being tortured by the sounds of slaughter and rape of the people she loved. Then the pillagers left with their newly acquired hostages in tow. It took another two days for Ariah to come out of hiding. I can only imagine how she must have felt upon finding Fuma and Chofi. She was 14 years old and since the day of her arrival I have hated her. The reason is simple, she is simple. There is nothing extravagant or even beautiful about her but she walks around with the stupidest smile as if she has achieved greatness.
Ariah
Oops sorry excuse me, Ariah mumbles pushing through the small crowd of Yisraem villagers after finishing her morning chores alone ‘of course. Thinking to herself ‘this will be the last time Melizah sits in the mirror for hours while my work is doubled because of her selfishness.’ We all must work to play our part in keeping this community afloat.
I would never understand how she can’t see that my Aunt and Uncle ‘Suleh and Aveit’ are being made to work like slaves at the brick-and-mortar house. They are the best; which is why King JoLe would never allow them to leave. King JoLe is a beautiful man. The type of man considered to be the average villager girl’s dream. Except mine. I will admit upon my first sightings of him there was a small crush. Although his appearance is of strength and beauty with eyes of a gentle nature.
It was his speech that captured me. Beauty never swayed me very much but for many of the women here, it is enough. His wisdom and ability to connect on an intellectual level captured me. Before I could fall too deep in love with the image he portrayed, I started to see the truth. He spoke of love and growth while abusing his power with his actions. Today King JoLe is holding an announcements ceremony, and I didn’t get a chance to properly dress after working with the cows. Nevertheless, I am just a few minutes away to being right on time.
