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"body": "<p> <em><strong>Teen Moses</strong></em> is a short <em>midrash </em> for pre-teens that <em> </em> tells the story of Moses from the point of view of a young man awakening to the world around him. With humor an unexpected turns, we follow Moses on his adventures in the Pharaoh’s palace and in the city of enslaved peoples that bustles beyond the palace walls. A coming of age tale that combines a spiritual journey with an epic story of emerging political consciousness, <em><strong>Teen Moses</strong></em> is about taking risks, standing up for what you believe in, and learning to make sense of the complexities of birth, destiny, and responsibility.</p>\n\n<p>A PDF can be found here: http://www.rabbidanielbrenner.com/teen-moses/</p>\n\n\n\n<p></p>\n\n<p><b>TEEN MOSES</b></p>\n\n<p><b>A midrash by Rabbi Daniel S. Brenner</b></p>\n\n<p>CHAPTER ONE</p>\n\n<p>Putting aside the fact that my teacher Ank’s breath smells like the armpit of a Greek sailor, that his nose has a wart that looks like a three-legged turtle, and that he often punctuates his sentences with backside sounds with a force that rival the Gods of the Southern Winds, he is pretty cool.</p>\n\n<p>The only problem is that he gives us too much homework. I was in my chambers, finishing yet another set of geometry problems, when I heard the soldiers screaming outside my window. “Double the torches!” the lead guard called out, and soon there were guards with torches running all around the yard outside my window. “Double battalions!” he called out, and soon dozens of men with large shields and swords came running to each gate and door. Minutes later the entire palace was shaking as the horses galloped in from the royal stables.</p>\n\n<p>I opened my window and called out to my bodyguard, Ra-El. “What is going on?” I said. “Go back to sleep, Moses.” Ra-El said. “What is happening? Is there a thief? Why are there a dozen soldiers outside?” I said. “It is just a new training exercise. You have nothing to worry about.” I hate it when he says that. Have you ever felt that adults were only telling you half of the story? Like they were hiding something from you? And then just feeding you with a bunch of lies to cover it up? That night, I started to get suspicious.</p>\n\n<p>The next morning, my cousin Nur told me the rumors. People were saying that my grandfather was leading Egypt into war. Not war exactly, but the Hebrew people had been growing in strength and number, and the more that they grew the more danger they posed to those of us who live in and around the palace. Nur said “Can you imagine what would happen if a thousand workers tried to storm the walls? The guards could probably hold back a couple of hundred, but a thousand would overpower them. A lot of the Hebrews have hammers, spades, and other tools as well – not to mention bricks and knives and who knows what else.”</p>\n\n<p>Nur also said that our grandfather was preparing his army for some kind of attack. Not an attack, but an uprising, a revolt. Everyone was supposed to be on high alert. I should have realized it when I saw them start to build the wall. After the goat festival, they started adding another section of the outer wall so that the wall will be twice as high and three times as thick. They said that it was being done as part of a “beautification and structural upkeep project” but it is obvious now - they are having the Hebrews build a wall intended to keep the Hebrews out. Before lunch I asked Fez, the palace cook, if he heard anything about a war with the Hebrews. He pulled me into the kitchen and said:</p>\n\n<p>“You shouldn’t be asking those kind of questions. And besides, those rumors are false. I speak to the Hebrews who take out our garbage. I promise you that the Hebrews are very happy working for your grandfather. If they went back to their homeland they would all die of hunger. We are doing them a great favor, giving them jobs and a safe place to live. And the Hebrews love your grandfather - look at the magnificent statues that they have created to honor him!”</p>\n\n<p>It just didn’t make sense. Then why the wall? Why the torches? The battalions? I had to know more. I went off to the Library of the Great Pharoahs with my tutor, Master Ankamen. Nur was feeling sick, so it was just me and Ank. Before he was my teacher, Old Ank was the chief of mummification. He’s not only mummified humans and cats, but he mummified an eagle, a monkey, and once he mummified a hippo. Or at least that’s what he claims. But I digress. After giving me a fairly easy mathematics assignment, Ankamen began reading his Akkadian poetry book and then dozed off (probably dreaming again of his favorite belly dancers from the goat festival) and that gave me a chance to go back into the section of the library where grandfather keeps his daily reports. The reports were locked in a cabinet, but I knew where he hid the key, under the bookshelves in a clay pot. The idea was simple: I wanted to find proof. Proof that they were all lying to me, proof that there was an uprising, a revolt, something.</p>\n\n<p>CHAPTER TWO</p>\n\n<p>I opened three of the new scrolls until I found one with the word “Hebrews” in bold print. I put the other three back and then I quietly slipped the scroll with the report on the Hebrews into my robe. I snuck back to my seat and finished my math assignment. When the tutoring session was over and I was free to return to my room, I held the scroll tightly under my robe in the crevice of my underarm. I walked carefully so that no one would notice that I was concealing anything. Ra-El was too busy staring at the group of laundry girls that were just returning from the river to notice me. I closed my door and I slipped through the sheets around my bed and in the faint sunlight that shines through the cloth I began to read.</p>\n\n\n\n<p> <em>“During the first week of the new moon, a Hebrew slave by the name of Yakkob, was reported as having complained to his foreman about the increasing production demands of the brick makers. This particular slave is a strong young man who is well liked by the others on his crew. The foreman offered him an extra ration of dried fish in exchange for keeping quiet. The slave accepted the ration, but afterward, another young slave, Pincha, reported that Yakkob had continued to express his displeasure with the increased workload. Pincha was rewarded with two extra rations of dried figs. It is believed that Yakkob is part of a secret Hebrew council which is plotting a revolt. Yakkob was brought forth before the foreman and given the opportunity to confess his wrongdoings. He refused to admit that he had complained and was lashed one hundred times with a beaded whip. Following his punishment, he was asked if he had any knowledge of a council of Hebrew slaves planning a revolt. He denied that there was such a council. A finger was removed from his hand and he was asked the question a second time. He refused to answer. As a second finger was being removed, the slave said under his breath “death to Pharoah.” He was promptly beheaded by the royal guards.”</em> </p>\n\n<p>I didn’t know much about the Hebrews, but one thing I did know – when I was little, around three years old, I had a Hebrew babysitter. Before my mother died she told me about my old babysitter. She said that she would sing to me, songs of the Hebrew slave women. And people say that you do not remember things from that far back, but I know that I do. I remember bits of her songs, and I think that she spoke to me in their language, too. But I’m not sure. I remember because I keep having this dream. I’m floating on my back down a river, and she is singing something in the language of the Hebrews, and I can sort of make out the words. I rolled up the scroll and hid it behind one of the masks of the ancient Pharaohs hanging on the wall in my room.</p>\n\n<p>The next day, before class, I stuck it back under my arm and started walking to the library for my first lesson. Ra-El didn’t suspect a thing. He began telling me about the two Nubian slaves who were going to be fighting in the lower courtyard on the weekend. He was so excited he could hardly contain himself: “This week they fight with hammers. No swords, no knives, no chains, no sticks. Nothing but hammers. Man against man, to the death. How cool is that? The winner is the one who survives. It is going to be awesome.” I guess I wasn’t so excited. “What’s wrong with you today Mo?” he asked. “Nothing” I said. “Come on, loosen up a little.” That is when he grabbed my arm. “Please, Ra-El, I’m not in the mood for this!” I said. The moron shook me harder. And then the scroll dropped to the floor. Ra-El grabbed it before I could get it. “What’s this? Confidential? You shouldn’t have this scroll, Moses.” he said. “Please don’t say anything.’ I said, “I didn’t mean to take it.” Ra-El just smiled. He slid the scroll into his coat pocket. I hate Ra-El. I ran off to the kitchen to eat something. Nur was in the dining hall and he was feeling better. He could tell that something was wrong with me. “What’s up?” he whispered. “I need you to talk to Ra-El.” I told Nur what happened and he sat back in his chair, scratching his head, saying: “I can’t get you out of this one, Moses. You are going to be in major trouble.” “I know!” I said. Nur stared up at the scrolls on the library shelf and said: “But there might be a way around this.” As we were talking, Ra-El marched into the room and grabbed my wrist. He looked at me without smiling. “You are coming with me,” he said.</p>\n\n<p>We walked down to Grandfather’s chambers in silence. Grandfather had a strange look on his face, one I had never seen before. He looked at me from head to toe, and then he closed his eyes and stroked the gold piece affixed to the end of his beard. When he opened his eyes, he looked at me in anger. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the scroll that Ra-El had given him. “Why would you open this? Why would you go against my word?” he said. “I’m sorry grandfather,” I said, “but I was only looking into the files because I wanted to surprise you for your birthday. I wanted to build you a new bath-house – that is all. I started to look into the files to see if you were already building one.” Grandfather turned to his chief advisor. “It seems like my youngest grandson has an interest in architecture and building” he said, “It is time to take him out to the construction sites to show him the proper way that it is done!”</p>\n\n<p>Nur’s lie worked. I hate to lie, but since they were all lying to me about the Hebrews, I had to beat them at their own game. What else could I have done? Sometimes you have to do a little wrong to stop a bigger wrong. As a result of the lie, for the next two days Nur and I were going out to the construction sites, checking out how the operations were running. Grandfather was pleased. We spoke each morning and he encouraged me to learn the roles of each manager – the architect, the foreman, the brick master, the chief stonecutter. Nur and I were escorted out of the palace by Ra-El and a twenty-man royal guard force, two fanners to keep us cool, two water carriers (one had only one good eye) and one of the court physicians. You can imagine how ‘honored’ and ‘pleased’ everyone was to see us. It makes me sick how everyone smiles at me. It is so fake. Yes, my grandfather is the Pharoah, but do you have to treat me as if I’m a god? There have been very few adults who have ever been honest with me. As we walked by one of the large work crews I asked if I could have a chance to speak with one of the Hebrews. The sun was beating down on us and my fanners were fanning as fast as they could. They brought me the “crew leader” – the Hebrew who gets an extra ration of dried fish for managing the men on his crew. “Tell Moses how happy you are with the work here, young man” they said to him. The crew leader smiled, and he said that this was one of the best projects yet, but I wasn’t sure if he was telling the truth.</p>\n\n<p>Maybe he was happy, but I was miserable – the heat was unbearable and the dust from the construction was singing my eyes. I was thinking “If I got two fanners and water carriers and am still miserable, how is it that this worker can carry heavy stone blocks in this heat?\" When we gave him some water he thanked us three times. How could he be happy? I wanted to know more, to see more, and so I continued to ask questions about every aspect of the work. Nur was quiet. He said that he was bored – he’d seen it all last year. They took us to the stone-cutting area, which luckily was in the shade. Men were chiseling away at the stone creating all sorts of gods – half man/ half lion, half man/half deer, half man/half dog. I wanted to believe that the workers were happy with their labor and that they really were proud of what they had built. But then I saw a very old man come by us carrying a heavy load of bricks. He was limping, and obviously in pain. Behind him was a young man, carrying a few tools. What would you have done?</p>\n\n<p>I turned to the taskmaster and asked if the two men could switch jobs. “Yes, your Excellency” he said and he ordered them to switch. It was that easy. I felt pretty good about what I had done. But Nur came up to me and whispered: “You really shouldn’t have done that.” He wanted to go back to the palace, so we all went back.</p>\n\n<p>The next day, I told Ank that going out and seeing the conditions that the Hebrews were working under made me realize something – that if I spent more time there that I could make some recommendations to Grandfather to improve the work situation of the Hebrews. I said “If the Hebrews see that we are on their side, then they will not want to revolt or storm the palace. We just need to make some small changes to improve their lives.” “What changes do you mean?” Ank said. “Like we could have more water stations for them, and give them a break in the middle of the day. And they need smaller loads of bricks,” I said. “Moses, someday you’ll understand why we do what we do to them,” Ank said. “What do you mean?” I replied. “What gives us power?” Ank asked me as he cracked open a walnut with a wooden hammer. “We must set the rules and follow them at all times. And we must be strict. If you start to give your slaves more water or more time for rest breaks, these sorts of things, they will want more hours off in the day and lighter work. Eventually they’ll just become completely lazy.” “But they are miserable - the heat, the dust, the conditions they work under are horrible. Wouldn’t it be better for them and us if they were not treated so harshly?” I said. “Moses, that is what it takes to build a city. Our responsibility is to feed them, and everyone of them is fed. Think about it - If you were a slave, you’d just keep quiet and do your job. And I would too.” Then I said something that I really should not have said, but it sort of just came out. “But Nur said that they are planning a revolt.” Ank shook his head. “You are proving my point, Moses. These slaves who are complaining and want to revolt – they are not going to be happy with extra water. They will not be happy until they are on top and we are on the bottom – when they have enslaved us, when they are whipping us, forcing us to build palaces for them, then they’ll stop complaining. The leaders of the Hebrews understand one thing – force. Your grandfather says that if he caught one of them refusing an order, even the smallest task, he would kill a hundred slaves on the spot. Then they’d do their work without complaining.”</p>\n\n<p>CHAPTER THREE</p>\n\n<p>On the next day, grandfather had visitors from the West and invited Nur to join him in greeting them, so I had to go out with just Ra-El and the group. We rode out on horseback to receive a tour of the new chariot depot. “The roof has a great view!” the foreman said, so we walked up on the roof, the foreman of the depot telling Ra-El and the foot soldiers with us about how quickly the facility had been built and how he had won an award from the builders’ association and all the rest. I was bored, so I walked to the other side of the roof to take in the view. When I looked down, I saw a young slave woman with an infant tied to her back with a cloth who was cleaning a stone walkway. She seemed to be working hard, scrubbing the stone clean, but a solider began yelling at her to finish the work before his sergeant came back. Just then her cloth slipped off and her baby fell to the walkway. She stopped scrubbing, so she could care for her little girl, and the soldier told her to get back to work. She tried to wrap her baby back up. The soldier kicked her in the head and walked away. There was a pool of blood by her head. The baby lay crying. Her body laid there for a minute until the solider had a group of Hebrew men run in and move her and begin to clean up the blood. The baby was still crying. I ran up to the soldiers who were with me. “Men, go down and help that baby!” I ordered. The men did not move. Ra-El ran up to me and grabbed my shoulders. “Have you lost your mind, Moses?” he said. “There is a baby lying in the street!” I said. “There is a Hebrew baby lying in the street! A Hebrew!” he said. I looked at him in the eyes and I could tell that he could care less. The he smiled. “You have a lot to learn” he said, as he patted me on the back. “Sorry,” I said. We both walked back to the ladder and headed down. I said “sorry” but what I really felt was ashamed. Why couldn’t I challenge Ra-El? How could we let a baby, even a Hebrew baby be abandoned?</p>\n\n<p>On the chariot ride back to the palace I said nothing. The whole way back I could hear the baby’s screams in my mind. All that night I lay in my bed, hearing the screams in my head. We all had a late breakfast and I was seated with Nur, right by Grandfather’s side. But I could not eat. Grandfather was exhausted from the previous day with all the visitors. I could tell that he was not feeling well. He spoke: “Moses, I have decided that you should spend a year at the retreat in Alexandria. It will be good for you to get away from palace and city life. It will clear your head.” “But I’d rather stay here, with Nur, and finish my studies” I said. “There is no choice in the matter.” Grandfather said, looking away. “Can Nur join me?” I asked. “Would you like to do that Nur?” Grandfather asked. “No.” Nur said, looking away from me. “Then the matter is decided.” Grandfather said. “After breakfast you should begin to prepare your things. I have already informed Ank that you will need time to pack. You will depart in three days time.” Grandfather rose from the table and returned to his chambers. I couldn’t believe it. Why send me to Alexandria? Had someone told him what had happened that day? And why would Nur say no? I would surely go with him if he got sent off to Alexandria.</p>\n\n<p>As we walked out of the dining room, back to our rooms, I grabbed hold of Nur’s sleeve. “Why won’t you come with me?” I asked. “People are beginning to talk about you, about your past, about who you really are,” he said as he pulled my hand off his sleeve. “I don’t understand,” I said. “My father died before I was born, my mother died last year. I am your cousin - what do you mean who I am?” Nur whispered: “I told Grandfather about the old man at the construction site, Moses. He knows what you are doing. He knows that you are taking sides with your people. He’s figured it out.” “My people?” I asked, “Who are my people?” “You know that you are a Hebrew.” Nur said.</p>\n\n<p>“I’m not a Hebrew!” I said. “You are a Hebrew, Moses. And I heard from the court physician what happened yesterday. And let me tell you something – when I told Grandfather....well let us just say that you are lucky that Grandfather is sending you to Alexandria, because otherwise I think he’d have to make a public example of you.” “I don’t believe this, Nur. Don’t you see how we are treating the Hebrews?”” I told him, “Today I saw a woman beaten, a baby left to die in the streets, you don’t want to change that?” “You just don’t get it, Moses. If you want to stay here, then go back to Grandfather’s chambers right now and admit everything that you did. The thing with the old man, the woman, the baby. Tell him that you were wrong. Tell him that you are deeply sorry and that you’ll do everything that you can to win his trust. Go tell him right now!” Nur turned his back and walked away, leaving me alone in the hallway. What would you have done?</p>\n\n<p>CHAPTER FOUR</p>\n\n<p>I couldn’t decide. So, I went to the chariot stable and told the manager that I was going on a short ride. He asked where Ra-El was. I told him that Ra- El wasn’t feeling well and that he had authorized me to take a horse out alone. He believed me. After I passed through the palace gate, I started riding out towards the section outside the city gates where the Hebrews live. I rode as fast as I could. And as my horse galloped, my mind was also racing. When did Nur learn that I was a Hebrew? And who told him? And why didn’t he tell me? I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t. All I knew was that I was a Hebrew, and that everything that I had been taught about the Hebrews was a lie. The Hebrews were my people. I am a Hebrew. And yet I am also an Egyptian prince. And someday Nur and I will rule this land. And Nur is, despite his views, my best friend. Their houses were nothing but shacks. The walls were made of mud and sticks, their roofs of palm branches piled on top of one another. Most of the men had already left to report to their job sites and there were only a few women around doing chores – cleaning pots, laundry, that sort of thing. I got off the horse and tied a rope from the horse’s harness to a palm tree.</p>\n\n<p>I left the road and started to walk through the shacks. I turned the corner down an alleyway and saw an Egyptian soldier on patrol. His green boots were covered in chains that jangled as he walked. I turned quickly and headed the other direction. When I turned the corner again I saw him down the road walking into a shack. I heard a woman screaming. Five minutes later he came out of the shack, tying his belt. The he mounted his horse and rode off. An old woman saw me. She saw that I was thirsty. She pulled out a pouch and offered me a drink of water. As I lifted the pouch to my lips, she looked down at my clothing. She could tell from my sandals that I was a rich man. “Did you run away?” she asked me. “No.” I said. I wanted to tell her everything, to tell her who I was, what I had seen, everything. But I was afraid to. So, once again, I made up a story. “I am from Phoenicia,” I said, “Our ship docked up North and then we traveled here to Giza to sell chariots and other equipment to Pharaoh. But when I saw how the Hebrews were treated, I decided that I could no longer profit from this land. Now I have a message to deliver to the family of Yakkob, the one who was killed last week.” “What a tragedy that was” she said, turning to her eyes toward the ground. “His brother is Asher. He spoke at our meeting last night. He works on one of the new well-digging crews. He is not far from here.” I got back on my horse and set out towards the well-digging crew in the South. I rode along the supply road, and all around me were Hebrew slaves carrying everything you can imagine – food and water, bricks, cloth, tools – they were all going to work sites that were part of the city’s expansion. “I’m looking for the new well-digging crew” I told a man carrying containers of olive oil. He motioned me in the right direction and I could see a crew of abut twenty men working about a quarter mile away from the road in the valley.</p>\n\n<p>I left my horse in the hands of a young Hebrew boy and I began to walk. As I walked, some of the men from the crew came running by me with their shovels and empty water jugs. “It is not a good time to visit.” One of them called to me. But I kept walking. And then I saw it. A Hebrew man was on his knees, his back bent over, his face to the ground. Lines of blood were cut across his back and the Egyptian foreman raised his whip to strike him again. This time I would do something. It was all a blur. I grabbed a shovel that was stuck in the ground and then I ran full speed towards the foreman. That is when I saw his green boots, and the chains. The Hebrew was screaming. I swung the shovel at the foreman. He turned his head. The edge of the shovel caught the foreman’s throat. He grabbed his neck and fell to the ground, his face in the dirt. There was a pool of blood around his neck. I used the shovel to throw dirt over the blood. The Hebrew man looked up at me. He ran back towards the road. I kept shoveling until the body was covered in the sand. When I got back to the palace I told everyone that my horse fell sick, and that I had to walk back for two miles. They believed me.</p>\n\n<p>I had knots in my stomach. I was sweating. I had to speak with Nur. I went right into his room, I didn’t even knock. “What are you doing, Moses? I thought that you were packing.” “I rode out to where the Hebrews live,” I said.</p>\n\n<p>“Why didn’t you speak with Grandfather?”</p>\n\n<p>“Because if I’m really a Hebrew then what’s the point?”</p>\n\n<p>“Just because you were adopted doesn’t mean that Grandfather doesn’t love you. He loved your mother and he loves you. He is just worried about the Hebrews protesting and starting riots and all that – and if they sense that some of us are on their side, they’ll even be more out of control! So, please, Moses, go and speak with him!”</p>\n\n<p>“I don’t know what to do.” I said, and I walked back to my room.</p>\n\n<p>The sun was setting and I was exhausted. One of the servants had left a basket of pita and some cheeses by my desk. I ate everything in the basket and fell asleep in my clothes.</p>\n\n<p>CHAPTER FIVE</p>\n\n<p>“Get up!” Nur was standing above me, shaking my shoulder. “What?” I said. “Get up and run away. Run for your life!” He handed me a black robe and said: “Grandfather knows what happened yesterday.”</p>\n\n<p>I slipped on the robe, threw the hood over my head and I started to run. It was still dark outside and I would have to make my way out without being detected. I slipped through a window into the courtyard, then I climbed up a tree, leapt down to the roof and quietly snuck over to the construction area. I tied a rope to a turret, and I slid down the wall to the ground. And then I ran. I ran past the sleeping guards and down the main road to the city gates, and out to where the Hebrews live. I ran past shacks and tents and animals, and storehouses, trying to get as far away from the city as I could, but the city was larger than I thought. I kept running. And when I couldn't run anymore I started walking. </p>\n\n<p>The sun was coming up, and it was starting to get hot, very hot. I walked up to a group of men standing by a well and quietly waited in line for a drink. Two Hebrew men were arguing about who was first in line. One of the men began to hit the other one. I grabbed his arms. “Why are you beating your brother?” I said. “Who made you an officer and judge?” he said. “Are you going to kill me like you killed the Egyptian?”</p>\n\n<p>I didn’t know what to say. They knew what had happened. How did everyone know? I kept running. I kept running South until I saw a path. I started down it and my head was starting to spin. I needed water. I ran by a small shack surrounded by olive trees. In the valley below the shack I saw a well – I could hear the underground stream running below the earth. I climbed down and I pulled the bucket up. It was the coldest water I ever drank in my life. I tried to catch my breath and to close my eyes for a second but everything raced through my mind – the sound of horses, Ra-El, the stolen scroll, Nur, Grandfather, Ank, the crying baby, the shovel, the blood. Things would never be the same, that I knew. And I wasn’t sure how I would ever go back to the palace, but I knew in my bones that I had to go back and I had to stop what was happening to the Hebrews. Things were not right and it was my destiny to change it. I could hear the desert winds blowing again. I could feel the water on my forehead. The sun was still bright. I could see the light of the sun through my <b>eyelids. </b></p>\n\n<p>My body was tired and I couldn’t open my eyes, but I was more awake than I had ever been before.</p>\n\n",
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A selection from the Droid Haggadah
Haggadah Section: Maggid - Beginning
Selections from the Droid Haggadah is a song written from the perspective of a Hebrew Droid in the Pharaoh Corporation.
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