Do you know the life of a slave? You just probably don’t know about ancient slaves. You don’t know my story. They way I and many others were treated. The physical and mental pain that I took. The Egyptian slave life is one of the most brutal lives that even some of the strongest men can’t handle.
My name is Tony and this is my story. It all started back on May 14th, 1432 BC, Alexander, my brother, and I was walking to the city of Akhenaten. Alexander and I were both doctors. The pharaoh’s wife was sick and required immediate medical attention. Once we arrived to Akhenaten, we were rushed to the wife.She had been bitten by a very deadly scorpion.
We tried everything we could, but it was too late. The pharaoh was not pleased and he struck at Alexander. Alexander’s instincts took over and he struck back. I couldn’t believe it, the pharaoh told me to take my brother out, but I couldn’t. I didn’t know what to do so I ran. I didn’t get very far; I was caught by one of the pharaoh’s soldiers.
The date is May 16th; it was the day that my brother was getting hung. Everyone knew that the assault of the pharaoh was automatic death, and unfortunately Alexander had to be an example. I also had consequences, because I didn’t obey the pharaoh.I had to become a slave. May 17th, the soldiers came to get me. I was taken to a field and I looked around; I saw people carrying stones, people getting whipped and even people dying of dehydration.
I was forced to strip naked and go work immediately. My job was to carry the large and heavy stones from one location to another. I was doing well, but without water it was not possible. My knee started to shake and I fell.
The soldier took out his whip and struck me across the back. The pain was worse than anything that I could imagine. I worked until the sun was down. As months pass by, I don’t regret for not helping the pharaoh.I know what I did was right. Today was a little special, because I met an old friend, Garmon.
Slaves were not allowed to talk, just work. When it was time for rest, we talked, and I asked him how you became a slave. He replied I stole from the pharaoh. The next day we were back in the field. Garmon and I were walking together, when he suddenly collapsed. I knew if I stopped I would get in more trouble, but I had to stop.
The soldiers told me to leave, but I didn’t listen. As a consequence I was held down and whipped. Every hit felt like spit in the face, because I just tried to help a friend.I later found out that he died of dehydration.
I have now been a slave for 6 months. I have been thinking how my life has changed. I was a successful doctor and I went all the way down on the list to a slave. For the past month I have been stacking the stone. It was a much easier job, but still quite difficult. As I would later find out today would be the day my prayers would be answered.
I was taken to the pharaoh and he said, “Tony you have worked for a while now and I now think that you have learned what you did wrong. My punishments might be cruel, but you lived. This tells me you are strong and I want you to work for me.I want you to be by my side as my own personal doctor and protect my family and me. ” “I would be honored pharaoh,” I replied.
Now that you know my story, you understand me more. My life as a slave was cruel and brutal. The work that I did was only for the strong in both mind and body. The slave life is no easy life.
You have to work constantly and you can’t help your friends. The only sleep you get is when you are done working. There was very little water and lots of thirsty slaves, which results in lots of death. Being a slave is the worst punishment any living man can get.
