Bible Story

The journey to the palace felt like a slow march into exile. We were herded into ornate carriages, our lives no longer our own, and though the air was heavy with the chatter of the other young women, I stayed silent. My hands gripped the folds of my cloak tightly as I stared at the […]

The city buzzed with rumors. For days, the streets of Susa had been filled with the murmurs of merchants, the hurried whispers of neighbors, and the occasional exclamations of those who had seen the royal couriers. The king’s decree was clear: young, unmarried women of exceptional beauty were to be brought to the palace. From

Before I became Esther, I was Hadassah. Yes, Hadassah—a small, fragrant myrtle tree, a symbol of righteousness and peace, resilient and steady, but hardly the kind that grows to touch the sky. I thought my life would be just that: rooted, quiet, ordinary. I was a child of simple beginnings, born into a small Jewish

I was Hadassah before I was Esther. Before the crown, before the throne, before the weight of a nation rested on my shoulders—I was just a girl. A girl who dreamed of an ordinary life, of family and quiet joys, of days that stretched into years without fear or uncertainty. But that life was never