Chapter 1: The Dreamer

In the land of Canaan lived Jacob, a man blessed with twelve sons. But among them, one held his heart above all others - Joseph, the firstborn of Rachel, the wife he had loved most.

Joseph was seventeen years old, and his father made no effort to hide his favor. While his brothers toiled under the sun, Joseph walked in privilege. And then came the gift that shattered whatever peace remained in that household - a robe of many colors, rich and beautiful, fit for a prince.

JACOB“My son, this robe is yours. Wear it and know that you are set apart. You carry your mother's face... and my heart.”

The brothers saw the robe. They saw what it meant. And from that day, they could not speak a kind word to Joseph.

But the robe was only the beginning.

One night, Joseph dreamed a dream - vivid and strange. He saw sheaves of wheat in an open field, and his sheaf rose high while his brothers' sheaves gathered around and bowed before it. When morning came, Joseph told them what he had seen.

Their faces darkened. Was he saying they would bow to him? The boy who had never worked as hard as they had?

Then came a second dream, even bolder than the first. This time, the sun, the moon, and eleven stars all bowed down to Joseph. He told this dream not only to his brothers but to his father as well.

JACOB“What is this dream? Shall I and your mother and your brothers indeed come to bow ourselves to the ground before you?”— Genesis 37:10

Jacob rebuked him openly. But in the silence of his heart, he wondered. He kept the matter in his mind.

The brothers did not wonder. They seethed. The robe. The dreams. The arrogance of this boy who dared to see himself above them.

And so hatred took root - quiet, patient, and waiting for its moment.