Haman

I once knew a man who walked taller than his name. He thought himself above kings, above whispers, above the laws of cause and consequence. He was clever, charming, cunning — and mine. I was proud of him once. I helped him rise. I watched him drink power like wine, and I refilled the cup. […]

The March of Shame I had always imagined death would be distant.  A possibility, yes — but not a certainty. Certainly not like this. Dragged through the streets I once ruled. Faces turned toward me not with fear, but with relief.  The man they once bowed to… now reduced to a cautionary tale. Children stopped

The Weight in the Air I tried to hold my head high.I tried to wash off the scent of humiliation. But as I entered the queen’s chambers for the second banquet, I could feel it —The shift. The same hall, the same servants, the same golden goblets.But something in the air had thickened. Esther’s smile

A Monument to My Revenge It rose through the night like a tower of justice. Fifty cubits of sharpened timber — a throne for the man who dared defy me. The gallows were no secret.I made no effort to hide them. I wanted everyone in Susa to see it.To know what happened to men who

An Invitation Like No Other When the summons came from Queen Esther, I thought it was a mistake. “A private banquet,” they said.“Only the king and you, Haman.” I laughed aloud. Only me?In all the empire — advisers, generals, princes — she had chosen me to sit beside the king at her table? This was

The Sound of Stones and Satisfaction They tell me the gods guide fate through stars and omens. But I prefer something simpler:The roll of stone against stone. When we cast the pur — the lots — it felt sacred to the scribes. They bowed their heads, whispered prayers, watched the dice as if waiting for

The Stain in the Crowd There is nothing more blinding than uniform reverence — except its absence. When I walked through the gate, I expected nothing but what I had earned: bowed heads, lowered eyes, mouths silent in my presence. And yet, there he stood. Not kneeling.Not nodding.Not even blinking. He didn’t curse. He didn’t

They whisper my name now. Haman.Son of Hammedatha.The Agagite. They say it with fear, with admiration, with resentment. That last one — I don’t mind. Resentment is a quieter kind of respect. It means they know I’ve risen higher than they dared to reach. Let them whisper.Let them bow. It is what we were owed,