Every story must have a beginning. If mine were to be told, it would begin two lifetimes ago: before a queen gave me my freedom and I moved from land to land looking for a place where I belonged. It would begin before death ripped out my heart. But it would not be my story alone. It would tell of a proud people brought low and of a low people exalted, because my tale is only a thread that has somehow become entwined in the tapestry that has unfolded around me.
Will anyone think to tell my part in it?
(excerpt from Abish: Daughter of God, copyrighted 2010)