🗣️ The Voice of the Jews
We heard the rumors before the scribes announced it.
Before the messengers rode out with parchment and decree.
They said the queen disobeyed the king.
That she refused to be paraded like a trophy.
They said she was proud.
Too proud for her own good.
And just like that, Vashti vanished.
No public mourning.
No trial.
Just a new law… and a missing crown.
Some among us said, “It has nothing to do with us.”
“She was Persian. We are Jews. She was royalty. We are servants.”
But others… others watched closely.
Because in every empire, when a woman is silenced, a warning echoes beneath it.
We asked ourselves: If a queen can be dismissed for saying no, what will become of those who do not even have the right to speak?
🕊️ The Voice of God
She said no.
And the earth shifted slightly beneath velvet carpets.
Not with thunder.
Not with fire.
But with quiet courage.
They erased her name from the records.
But I wrote it in the margins of deliverance.
Vashti stood not to change the world, but to make room for the one who would.
They saw a rebellion.
I saw a preparation.
You see, kings may issue decrees, but I sow moments into time like seeds beneath snow.
Her refusal closed a door.
But that closing was the sound of Me unlocking another.
🗣️ The Voice of the Jews
And then the messengers came.
The king’s scribes, with ink-stained fingers and practiced voices:
“Let every man be ruler in his own household.”
The nobles nodded.
The servants bowed.
The empire moved on.
But we felt the tremor beneath the parchment.
We knew: when laws are written in haste, it is not order they seek — it is control.
We knew this was not just about a queen.
It was about power.
About voices.
About what happens when someone dares to stand up in a world where bowing is survival.
🕊️ The Voice of God
You think I am absent when rulers rage.
When women are dismissed.
When power hides its weakness in scrolls and signatures.
But I am not absent.
I am underneath.
I am in the space made by refusal, in the silence left behind by courage, in the hush before the plan unfolds.
They saw a queen fall.
I saw a stage cleared.
Because sometimes I write My greatest reversals in the gaps no one notices.
