My father the Pharaoh, after abducting Sarah, and being punished by God, freed her. Then he gave me as a servant to her. He thought that his own daughter would be better off her pious home. But I was a royal princess.
Because Sarah was barren she ordered me to sleep with Abraham and try to get pregnant in her place. I was being used and felt awful.
After he forced me to have sex Abraham was very tender and affectionate. I was confused. Was he my master or did he really care for me?
I immediately became pregnant and Abraham was even more affectionate. I think he fell in love with me. Sarah was so jealous.
She made it impossible for me, forcing me to to do endless tasks even though I was pregnant. But when she kicked me out Abraham did nothing.
I ran away as far as I could, but suddenly a great light stopped me and an angel demanded, “Return.”
Another angel approached me and named my baby Ishmael.
Something wonderful was happening to me. I felt my baby kick and thanked God.
The Lord was truly a God of Seeing.
When I came home my mistress was still angry but I could see Abraham had hoped I would return.
I gave birth and handed Ishmael to his father. He was overjoyed at holding the heir to his greatness.
I almost felt sorry for Sarah.
Somehow Sarah had managed to get pregnant and had a son. They grew up together as brothers but different as night and day. Ishmael was strong and brave while Isaac was passive. They fought over who was Abraham’s “real” son.
Sarah kicked me and my boy out of the house. Again Abraham did nothing to stop her.
I was terrified when the water ran out and Ishmael collapsed under a barren tree. I thought he was going to die.
Then God spoke to me again.
Now I was happy to get out of Abraham and Sarah’s house. I had heard that Abraham tried to sacrifice his son and the shock of that killed Sarah. Poor woman.
Ishmael and I fled as far as we could.
We went back to Egypt, back to my home. My father had died.
An Egyptian woman would surely make a good wife for my Ishmael.
I knew that God would fulfill his word that He would make Ishmael a great nation.
When I first saw him, he seemed lost and confused. Old Sarah had died and Isaac had married and left home. He needed someone to take care of him and, after all, he had loved me when I was young.
Ishmael and Isaac buried their father and our chldren mourned. I looked back at my life with him.
He was a truly good man plagued by a mysterious God who blessed me to survive that family.