Thursday, May 29, 2008

A Crying Stone

Long-long time ago, there was a poor old widow living in a remote village. She lived with her only daughter. Her daughter was very beautiful but lazy and very arrogant. She never helped her mother. Her daughter always wanted new clothes. She didn’t want to know what problem her mother was facing. She asked her mother to buy anything she wanted although her mother was very poor and old. She wanted to look rich and beautiful. She always made up and dressed smartly.

One day, they want to the market. It took one and half hours to reach the market. They walked slowly. Her mother brought a basket full of goods, while her daughter walked before her. Her mother wanted to sell vegetables and fruit in the market. On the way to the market, a lot of people were surprised looking at her daughter. One of the villagers asked her.
“Little girl, is that your mother”, the villager asked her.
“No. She is not my mother, but my servant”, replied that girl.
Her mother was not angry hearing her daughter’s answer. She could understand that her daughter was ashamed. Her daughter was ashamed of being poor. She was ashamed having an ugly mother.
It was 10 o’clock. They stepped their feet in the village near the market. They met a lot of people. Some of them asked.
“Little girl, is the woman behind you your mother?”, asked one of the people.
“No. She is my slave”, she answered.
Hearing her daughter’s answer. The mother could understand her daughter’s feeling. However, she couldn’t stand hearing her daughter’s answer after being asked by a lot of people. Her daughter always said that the woman behind her was a servant or slave. At last, the mother prayed to God to ask for a punishment for her impolite daughter.
“My God, please. I beg you to punish my daughter, please. Help me, please. I couldn’t stand looking at her bad behavior”, begged the poor old woman.

“Please, help me. My God, help me, please. My God, punish her”, asked the old woman earnestly.
God heard the poor old woman’s prayer. Suddenly, there was a thunderstorm. The light struck. There was no cloud or wind. Surprisingly, the body of her daughter turned into a stone little by little. She tried to escape from the God’s punishment, but she couldn’t.

“My God, forgive me, please. Pardon me, please. Don’t punish me like this,” the evil girl beg God for mercy.
“Mother forgive me, please. I know I have made a big mistake. I do not obey you. Please, help me mother. I want to be a good child”, the little evil daughter begged again and again.
It was too late. The evil body turned into stone slowly. All people in the village came to see the strange and frightening event. The girl had turned into a stone, but she still could cry. Her tears dropped from her eyes. People called the stone as a crying stone since then.

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