Chapter 1

Dusk has sojourned.
The residents of the little town of Bethlehem walked slowly to their homes.
Gleaners with baskets filled with grain,
tillers with hoes on their back,
merchants with their goods on hand
and children waving good bye among them.

Busy were the streets as two women trodding towards an empty house. A young lady assisting the old lady...
Women gasped and whispered to one another.
One woman approached the coming women,
"Is this Naomi?"
With broken voice, I heared the speak, "No, I am not Naomi, call me Marah, for the Lord dealt me bitterly"
I saw some women confused but was silent,
This old lady continued, "I went out full, but now I'm empty"
Sorrow filled the old lady's heart. The women continued on their road, wondering who the young lady was beside Naomi, the old lady.

At home, I heard my mom sighing when she heard of Naomi's arrival,
"Ah, poor Naomi, she left during the famine with her husband and children Moab, now she comes back with none of her family except a Moabite lady..."
Mom uttered "Moabite" in the most bitter way. I wondered inside but didn't speak.
Dad patted my head and gently explained, "Moabites are our enemies, they destroyed us before we entered the promise land. They used ladies and seduced our men to worship their gods. They must be punished."
"And now we see, Naomi with her..." mom continued.

I wasn't sure...

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