HEGAI
I saw her first.
Before the perfume, before the crown, before anyone else noticed.
She was the girl who asked for less.
And somehow, became more.
She never tried to conquer the palace.
She simply stood inside it with such grace, it bent around her.
And when she left my care…
I knew I would never see another like her.
SHAASHGAZ
They called her queen.
But in the second house, she was myth.
Some resented her.
Some missed her.
Some tried to forget her.
None succeeded.
Even among the forgotten concubines, her name passed like a prayer.
Not for her beauty —
But for the fact that she was chosen and never forgot what it meant to be overlooked.
HATHAK
I carried her words when they were heavy.
Messages that could have ended lives — including hers.
She never trembled in front of me,
but I saw the fire flicker behind her fear.
She wasn’t made of iron.
She was made of purpose.
And purpose is heavier than gold.
TOGETHER
We are the watchers.
We who kept quiet while history thundered through marbled halls.
They will write songs of Mordecai.
They will etch Haman’s name into warnings.
They will speak of Esther in sermons and scrolls.
But we…
We saw her when no one else did.
We fastened her robes.
We fetched her ink.
We opened her doors.
We closed her windows when the city raged with news of annihilation.
And when she rose to meet it —
We stayed silent.
Not out of duty.
But out of awe.
We are not kings.
Not prophets.
Not even men, by the world’s account.
But we bore witness to one of the greatest reversals ever known.
And though we are not remembered, our silence held the space where a queen found her voice.
That is enough.
That will always be enough.
