This time, I sent messengers to my own home town, to Per-Wadjet, to the house of Mosiah. Mosiah had been a friend of my father Abanoub, and I knew that there's was a family that valued hospitality as Abraham did, and would raise up their daughter’s likewise.
I felt immense relief when the messengers returned not four months later with a beautiful young woman named Phatima, a granddaughter Mosiah. She proved to be eager in matters of hospitality, and in this we coached her all the more lest Abraham come unannounced again and find something lacking in her.
Indeed, less than three years after Ishmael and Phatima were married, Abraham did visit again.
Ishmael and I arrived home having overseen the grazing of the camels in the wilderness, and Phatima told us that a man had come through and inquired about Ishmael.
She had informed him that we were grazing camels, and he had asked her, “give me a little bread and water, for I am faint from my journey.”
She had brought him bread and water, and he had wept joyful tears, praising El Elyon, blessed be He, that Ishmael had been blessed with such a wife, and entreating El that Ishmael’s house be filled with all good things.
We knew at once upon hearing this story that it had been Abraham, but I did not know until many years later, when Sarah had died, why it was that Abraham had not stayed to eat and drink with us when we returned.
For when Sarah died, Abraham returned, and he took me as his wife, and at that time he explained that he had sworn to Sarah when he visited that he would not get off of his camel in the place where Ishmael lived.
As Abraham’s wife I was renamed Keturah, and I bore to him imran, Jokshan, Medan, Midian, Ishbak and Shuah.
And Phatima bore to Ishmael Nishma, Dumah, Masa, Chadad, Tema, Yetur, Naphish, and Kedma.