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I traveled for the next few days alone. It was a struggle to find a source of food everyday. I was running low on energy and feeling dehydrated. It was getting to the point where walking through the sand was a struggle. I have gone without food for the last few days because of exhaustion, but I tried to keep moving. I could feel my body reaching its limits. I had gone too long without food, and the water I had was not quenching my thirst. A short time later, while trudging through the sand, I tripped. I laid there not having the strength to lift my body weight. I could barely fathom how death was so close. I didn’t want to accept it, but I had no fight left in me, no strength. My vision started to go in and out, and I slowly surrendered to …show more content…

Nothing too grand, he was fishing further off the territory, and had come across my body. When he saw I was still living, he decided to take me with him for a reason unknown to me. Then he began to question me, first asking why I was traveling alone. He sat silently while I explained what happened to my parents. This I was thankful for because once I started, I could not stop. The scenes play in a loop, forever stuck in my memories. Then I made a mistake. I told him we were banished from our home. His eyes turned to slits as he looked at me. I felt as though I already knew what he was thinking. Shame. Disappointment. Dishonorable. This came of little surprise to me. He asked what they had done, and I had no options. I have to tell him the truth. I don’t have the full details though considering I was nine, and not with them as it went on. I explained to him how my parents had tried to kill the current Vizier of Memphis because of unfair taxes if I remembered correctly. He sat silently looking at me. I could not tell what he was thinking because of the unemotional mask held upon his …show more content…

I have access to many things such as the Pharaoh's home. I walked through the door passed the guards. Of course they let me right through when I said I was here with orders from the Vizier. I quickly made my way to the Pharaohs main spot of relaxation. He was sat upon his great throne. As he saw me, he shooed the others away. He asked why I was sent. Of course, I told him I was here on my own accord. His face showed surprise, and he asked the follow up question of why. I explained my ideas for the slaves. I proposed feed then more and giving the a better home with better opportunities. This might would give them more strength and give better health, making them more useful. This would give them the ability to build more and be more productive. We could create and build faster if we took better care of our workers. All my ideas were put aside, and ignored. They didn’t matter because the Pharaoh wouldn’t listen to anything. A one tracked mind is what he had. No one could ever get through to him, aside from his wife, which was currently not present. I was being dragged out of the room by guards by the time I realized what was going on. I didn’t put up a fight I just accepted whatever was happening and allowed myself to be dragged

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