Authors notes: I do not own the bible and this is from playing Potifar's wife in the school play. Hope you like it. Since I will be doing a sequel, write questions in your reviews and I will answer them.

From A document discovered in an Archeological dig, translated from early Egyptian:

Behold the declaration of woman who history will remember as a mere stepping-stone of a blessed young man's rise to power and slippery one at that. But the stories are not true. I have a story too. My name is Meryaset now called Meryahmose Isis, called my second husband Osnat and I am the daughter of a scribe in the city of Ramset under the rule of our mighty God Pharaoh. Blessed and cursed with beauty was I, for I was from a poor family though being the daughter of a scribe, I was well educated. There was no hope for me to have a happy life, marrying whom I loved. I was like a lamb bound for the slaughter, sold to the highest bidder. At the tender age of eight, I was torn from my family and was married to the King's executioner who was twenty years older then I. At first, I shuddered each time he looked at me, so tall and imposing. True, I was wealthy now, with slaves and linens all for me. But I feared him, quaking whenever he spoke to me. Then I saw he was not a terrible man, and he treated me with mercy. But he was a boor, uneducated and illiterate. I was starved for someone to understand my need to know, to ask, to understand. Whenever I would try to talk to him, he would laugh and say "Ra save you, Meryaset, why must you always think so much? Leave thinking to those not blessed like us with wealth and honor. Now, shall I bring you a present?" stroking my cheek.

I lived for eight years like this, alone and dispassionate with life. I was uninterested with linens, weary of supervising slaves and bored with life in general. I often wondered weather it was better to take my own life then live like this, this eternal monotony. Finally, when I was sixteen, my lord husband found me crying the courtyard. When he asked me what vexed me, I told him that I lacked a need to exist. He looked at me with that look that clearly stated that he considered me foolish and infantile and said he would buy me something from the slave market, foolishly trying to placate me. I longed to stab him with his own dagger for saying that, as if I needed to be pacified with materialistic possessions but I smiled and thanked him. Little did I know that day's events would change my life forever?

A few months later, I was in my library, reading when I saw the new slave standing nearby My Lord husband had said today and left for Ramset without delay, leaving me with the slaves. "I must go attend the king, my treasure,". He had said.

It was his eyes that caught my interest; most of the slaves had glazed eyes filled with years of work, unintelligent as animals they tend. This one had intelligent sapphire ones, filled with great knowledge and yet there was great pain there. He was also beautiful, with creamy white skin, blond curls, tall and young, with a regal bearing. He seemed to be the same age as me. My Lord husband had said to me about this one "I bought a lad in the market. He comes from Canaan and could not speak a word of Egyptian but he learnt fast. Every task I have given him, he succeeds at it. I have made him my butler ". That fact that he was a Canaanite was truly fortunate for I spoke the language well, having had my father teach it to me in my youth. My heart pounded in my chest and I forced myself to smile. "Hello" I whispered, watching the slave's eyes move around. He was looking at the floor, yet out the corner of his eyes I could see him trying to look around and see to whom he spoke.

I greeted him in Canaanite and he looked up curiously before hastily bowing his head. "Oh Mistress, Live forever" he said carefully in Canaanite in the kindest voice I ever heard as I laughed. "What is your name?" I asked and he smiled sadly as he seem to recall something painful. "My name is Yosef, son of Yakov, Oh Beloved Mistress " bowing again, his eyes looking at the books. "Can you read?" I asked happily. He nodded and said, "My beloved father taught me to read and write". I laughed and said, "As mine did. You must miss your father horribly". I picked up a scroll and began to read it out loud. He seemed interested. "Come sit and read with me" I said, patting his shoulder. As soon as I did that, I saw him freeze up. "By your leave, Mistress" and ran out of there as fast as he could and I heard him mutter something in a foreign tongue "Ani ohev otcha'. I did not know what he said. But on that day, I had a new obsession. He would be mine, to talk with, to love and to appreciate me.

It took me a while but I finally convinced him to learn with me when my husband left for work. Each day, I would try to talk to him further, fixing him Canaanite food, giving him new clothes to wear. He always thanked me quietly, looking at me strangely with longing but that was all, save one, the last one. I gave him a blanket that had been woven with different colored dyes, woven by my own hands. It showed my father holding me, though it looked like a son. My slave looked at the blanket with tears in his eyes. When I asked him the matter, he said in a choked voice, "I once knew a smart handsome lad who loved his father like the one woven into this masterpiece. His father rewarded his devotion by giving him a coat. But what a coat it was, made of the finest linens, in as many colors as the eye could think of. When the lad wore the coat, he truly looked and felt the part of a prince. He thought he one day he would rule, he dreamt of ruling and his father believed him." he trailed off in a different world. By now, I was fascinated and sat down. "What happened to that boy" I asked eagerly. He turned back to me and said, "The lad's brothers hated him, jealous of the favor he found in his father's eyes. The lad did not help by making himself hateful in their eyes, boasting and strutting like a peacock Finally, when his father sent him to bring the brothers a message in the fields, his brother grabbed him." and again he trailed off. "Yes?" I prodded. He looked at me bitterly. "What does it matter, mistress. He was a foolish dreamer and got what he deserved". For a moment he looked like a young child. "All the people who loved me are all so far away," he whispered with tears in his eyes, forgetting to be checking my husband's records. The moment had come. I walked up to him and said, "I am here. I love you, I've loved you since the moment I saw you", putting my arms around his neck. Something flickered in his eyes and yet, he did not push me off. We just stood there, when a maid walked in, to give me some mead. I thought that my world would be over but then Yosef winked at me.

"Behold, my master doesn't know what is with me in the house, and he has put all that he has into my hand. None are greater in this house than I, neither has he kept back anything from me but you, because you are his wife. How then can I do this great wickedness, and sin against God?" he said, pushing me away. I immediately caught on and looked at the maid who was looking at me sympathetically and left the room respectfully. "You are wise beyond your years" I said as I went back to his arms. "As are you, Meryaset, my Mery", saying my name in his beautiful voice.

So the two of us were finally given what we wished for. We had someone to love. We spent days together, talking and remembering. He finally finished his story about the young boy, who I had already guessed was he. My Lord husband and I were happier; I had my need for intellectual conversation met so I tolerated his mindless conversation. Other girls continuously tempted Yosef but as he said, "Unlike my father, I have but one lady and that is you, Mery". Our life was truly blissful. But all good things must come to an end. One day, we were together, my maid who had become jealous that my Lord husband no longer paid attention to her stole my darling's coat and brought it to my husband with false tears in her eyes saying "Behold, my master has brought in a Hebrew to us to mock us. He came in to my Mistress, and I cried with a loud voice. It happened, when he heard that I lifted up my voice and cried, that he left his garment by me, and ran outside".

In my room, we were together when I heard banging outside and saw my husband leading a group of guards into my part of the palace. "We are truly doomed" I whispered, clutching his hand. Then he turned to me and said "Maybe not both of us. If you say I forced you then you will be safe" he said and turned slightly green. I shook my head. "They'll kill you!" I whispered but he put one hand and drew upon himself the mantle, standing tall above me, his blond curls looking like a crown, blue eyes shining with a strange glow. "They will anyway, no matter what. The only difference is we will both die unless I do this. Mery, you are a noblewoman. You have a hope of a life with self-respect and a future. I am a slave and my life is unimportant. At best my life would have been meaningless if I had not met you. My life has no future now but if I give the gift of you, then truly I can die happy" he said, wiping the tears of my face with a soft hand. "I love you," I murmured, my heart breaking. He suddenly said to me "My great grandfather was told to sacrifice his son, my grandfather Isaac. He had him bound and God sent an angel to save him". The guards were nearly at the door. "May Angels protect you" I said and they burst in, led by my Lord husband.

My Lord husband was truly furious. "Seize him" he bellowed as strong arms grabbed my beloved, and forced him to his knees. "I was like a father to you and this is how you repay me?" My Lord Husband snapped as he spat on him. I saw the calm on my beloved's face as he heard his death sentence. "Bind him to the wall" My Lord Husband snapped and my beloved was tied helpless. "Flog him" came the order. Blow after blow fell upon my beloved but he did not cry out. The back of his clothes was soaked with blood and I knew he could only take a few more before he died. "Suddenly a thought occurred to me. If he was alive, no matter what, there was still hope. I stepped foreword. "Stop" I cried out. My beloved looked at me with anger. "What do you mean, Meryaset?" "Death is too quick of a punishment. Let him rot in prison forever" I forced myself to voice the words bitter in my mouth. My husband nodded his agreement and my beloved was taken in chains away, the last time I would see him for many years.

Twelve years past. I was a mother now, of a young girl, born very soon after I lost my beloved. Her name was Amenpanek meaning "Comfort" but to me she is Ameny. I taught her to read and she became my only companion after my Lord Husband passed on to the World of Truth. Ameny was two then. For ten years after, I lived with my daughter in the countryside, wealthy but forgotten. I thought of my beloved daily but I thought he was dead. How wrong I was.

One day, a man from the town told me a fantastic tale about how our Lord Pharaoh had dreams, which confused not only him but his advisors too. Then a prisoner was brought forth and he was reveled the dreams that there would come a famine after seven years of plenty. Now that prisoner was the Viceroy and in charge of collecting the food. I immediately knew it could only be my beloved so I journeyed as fast as I could to the city and asked to pay respects to the new Prince. When I was ushered in with some foreign envoys, I saw a tall man wearing an expensive black wig and royal coronet. I bowed and waited for him to acknowledge me. I had not long to wait. The viceroy studied me as I presented my thanks on behalf of my property. Then I heard a voice whisper in Canaanite "Mery, is that you?". I rose and said "It is, Beloved" and smiled into the blue eyes I remembered so well.

We left together, ignoring the dignitaries and we told each other of the time we were apart. I introduced him to Ameny and told him of my widowhood. He smiled and said "My life is finally worth something and I want to share it with you. Please, be my wife". My life changed that day. I was no longer a housewife or a social outcast. I walked through the streets with a crier saying "The Hereditary Princess, Great of Favor, Mistress of Happiness, Gay with the two feathers, at hearing whose voice one rejoices, Soothing the heart of the viceroy, pleased at all that is said, the Great and Beloved Wife of the second of King, Lady of the Two Lands, Meryahmose Isis living forever" I think I rather like the title. My beloved gave me a new name, since people had forgotten me in the decade I spent away from court. "We shall start afresh, your name shall be Meryahmose Isis, daughter of Poti Phera " but he called a Canaanite name, Osnat which meant sacred bush.

Over the years, more children came. My beloved adopted Ameny and raised her as his own. History may remember me poorly but that does not matter. I finally had the one I love. We spent many happy years together, no one knowing my true identity. The years of plenty passed and a famine came. Together, we lead Egypt through it.

This is where my tale ends. I write this and leave it to my three children, my three daughters Ameny, Ankhesenamun and Kiyabastet My son Ma'nakhtuf called by his father Menashe, and my little son Imhotep called Ephraim by his father. Farewell and May Ra preserve you, when you remember the true story.