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When the people saw that Moses delayed to come down from the
mountain, the people gathered themselves together to Aaron and
said to him, Up, make us gods who shall go before us. As for this
Moses, the man who brought us up out of the land of Egypt, we
do not know what has become of him.... So all the people took
off the rings of gold that were in their ears and brought them to
Aaron. And he received the gold from their hand and fashioned it
with a graving tool and made a golden calf. And they said, These
are your gods, O Israel, who brought you out of the land of Egypt!
Exodus 32:1, 34 esv
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Shira
17 Tammuz
4th Month Out from Egypt
ild drumbeats rumbled through the ground like distant thunder, pulsing in defiant rhythms and vibrating the hollows of my chest. My fingertips echoed
the beat against my knee until a glare from my mother across
the tent stilled their dance.
Shira, finish your work. Her bone needle resumed its skillful motion as she bent her head to peer at her embroidery. The
dim oil lamp highlighted the silvery strands that seemed to
thread her dark hair more each daya trend that had begun a
few years ago, when my father died against an Egyptian whipping post.
I plucked at the black goats wool in my lap, picking out
thorny burrs, specks, and shards of leaves. The fibers snagged
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and graceful move of her body. Nailahs legacy to her daughter had been a rare beauty that made her the envy of every
womanincluding me.
I was plain. Pale for a Hebrew, plagued by freckles, and with a
body more like a childs than a womans. I smoothed my woolen
shift over my narrow hips, reminded again of their utter lack
of promise. Arching against the dull ache in my lower back, I
pressed a disobedient curl into my waist-length braid and my
barren future into the back of my mind.
As lurking shadows deepened in the corners and the pile of
clean wool grew in the basket at my knee, the revelry took on
a different attitude, a more feverish tone. The pitch and sway
of the music became more rhythmic and less melodious. By
nightfall, shrieks, provocative laughter, and chanting rode on
the breezes, sounds eerily reminiscent of the depraved temple
worship back in Egypt, sounds that proved my mother had been
rightAharon had lost even the veneer of control.
As Kiya lit another oil lamp, I tugged at the neckline of my
sleeveless gray shift. Although our small indoor cookfire had
died out, its sharp smell lingered. The walls seemed to press
closer with every smoke-laden breath. I longed to toss aside the
wool in my lap, burst free of the suffocating tent, and reward
my lungs with fresh evening air.
The drums stopped.
Deafening silence whooshed into the empty space, and my
scalp prickled. I shivered in spite of the stifling heat. My mothers
needle halted. My sisters had long since traded the sweltering
boredom of our woolen prison for sleep; their slow breathing
was the only intrusion into the menacing stillness.
What happened? I whispered to avoid waking the girls.
My mother shrugged, tight-lipped, as if reluctant to breathe.
Still and silent, the three of us focused on the far wall, as if
the jutting black peak of the mountain were visible through the
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many women into labor. A few are in distress. I need every experienced hand. You helped me a time or two back in Egypt.
The exhaustion in Revas voice tugged at my empathy.
Reva, tell me, what is happening? What is all the screaming?
Oh, Zerah. So many have died. The weight of Revas sigh
smothered my hope. Mosheh is furious. When he saw the disgusting things those rebels were doing, he threw two stone tablets
from the cliff. Smashed them to pieces.
What was on the tablets?
No one knows. He confronted Aharon in front of everyone
and challenged any who would fight on the side of Yahweh to
come forward.
The Levites?
Yes. Hundreds of them, perhaps all, obeyed Mosheh.
My heart swelled with pride in my brother and his loyalty
to our leader.
Many have died this night under Levite swords, said Reva.
Some with the meat of idol sacrifices still in their mouths.
Deflated and unable to rein in the bloody image her blunt
statement conjured, I swallowed against the bile that stung my
throat.
My mother groaned. No wonder so many have gone into
labor.
I am attending three by myself. We must go, now.
I cannot leave the girls. Her voice lowered. What if things
get worse?
They are safe. Look there. See? There are men stationed all
around here, ready to defend the women. Come, I need you.
Revas assurances must have convinced my mother; the torchlight outlining their shadows faded to black as they sped off
into the night.
I fidgeted with the end of my braid, wavering in the decision that had formed tentative roots. I had to do something
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black beard that swathed his face. Unlike many of the Egyptians
that traveled among us, he allowed his facial hair and his thick
curls to grow freely, embracing his new identity as an Israelite.
Yet the change since he had been healed a few weeks ago was
even more strikinghis unruly limbs were now straight and
strong, his garbled speech clear and unfettered.
I am looking for my mother and Reva. There are babies
coming tonight. I need to help.
I just passed them. I will take you there.
I smiled, hoping he would see that I was no longer frightened. But a thought flashed into my mind, erasing my pretense.
Where is Eben?
His gaze cut to the mountain. We were separated in the
confusion. He has not yet returned?
Confirmation lodged in my throat.
He will, Shira. You neednt worry about your brother. He
nudged me with his elbow. Have you not seen that man wield
a knife?
I ignored his obvious attempt to distract me with humor.
What happened tonight, Jumo?
His long sigh was wrapped in grief. Id rather not speak
of it just now.
In uneasy silence we wound through camp until we heard the
unmistakable cry of a laboring woman. We changed course to
follow its summons and discovered my mother standing outside a large black tent with Revas reassuring arm across her
shoulders.
I am a weaver, Reva, not a midwife. The tremble in my
mothers voice surprised me.
Revas pragmatic tone did not. This one has given birth
before. The baby is coming normally. Her mother and two aunts
are here as well, and they will be an enormous help.
She patted my mothers shoulder. I must go to the other girl.
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as it should. I know the pain, dear girl. But we are here: you, me,
and Shira. We will bring this baby into the world. You are young,
but you are as strong as every woman who has ever given birth.
Hadassahs legs wobbled and I struggled to hold her upright,
digging my toes into the dirt floor.
Stand firm, Reva said, whether to me or the laboring girl,
I did not know, but I tightened my grip and tensed my muscles.
After another contraction, Reva declared she could see the
head. But Hadassah sobbed, insisting with a piteous cry that
she could no longer push.
You must! The midwifes brusque tone returned.
No! No! No! Hadassah screamed and thrashed about.
What could I do? Reason with her? I could not sympathize,
could not even fathom the depths of her pain and fear. My interference would probably cause more harm than good. Yet something deep inside commanded meSing.
In the wilderness after we had crossed the sea, when my sisters
were starving to death and their bodies lay lifeless from thirst, my
songs had distracted them, calmed their fears. Perhaps it might do
the same for Hadassah. Hope surging, I opened my mouth and
sang a wordless tune, the flush of foolishness hot on my cheeks.
Hadassah moaned and bucked against me. I pulled her back,
pressed my mouth close to her ear, and sang a lullaby that my
mother had sung to me long ago. Within the first verse, Hadassahs shoulders dropped, her breathing slowed and, although
she still moaned, she did not try to pull away. I sang through
the next contraction, and the next, and somehow the girl summoned strength to push the baby free of her body.
The surge of elation at the sight and sound of a squalling
baby boy was staggering. The force of emotion flowed through
me like a crashing river. It was more than a miracle, it was the
imagination of the Creator wrapped in the skin of a newborn
babe. He blinked fresh eyes at the brightness of his new world.
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