The Legend of A Crying Stone

The Legend Of A Crying Stone
Once upon time, there was a poor old widow living in remote village. She lived
with her daughter. Her Name is Darmi, Darmi was very beautiful girl but very lazy, she
always spent most of her times on the mirror. She never wanted to help her mother
working at the field.
The Mother : “ Girl, will you help me at the field, now?”

Darmi : “ No, I won’t! I don’t want to go there. I’m afraid my skin turns dark. Mom,
everyone knows that you are an old woman while I am a pretty young girl. So,
people will get attracted to me and not you. That is why I prefer staying at
home because I am waiting for a rich boy to get married with me ”.
After her mother from the field she accompany her daughter to the market. Her
mother brought a basket full of goods, while her daughter before her. Darmi wore a
beautiful dress while her mother wore a bad clothes. It was very contrast. Darmi was
shy because her mother wanted to follow her went to the town, so she kept the
distance between her mother. One villagers asked her.
The Villagers: “ Little girl is that your mother ? “

Darmi : “ No she is not my mother, but my slave. Slave look at me, it is very
heavy, bring my new dress. “
The Mother : “ I’m tired dear. ”
Darmi : “ I don’t care. I’m tired too.”
The mother couldn’t stand hearing her daughter’s answer after 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 punishment for her impolite daughter.
The Mother : “ My God, please. I beg you to punish my daughter, please. Help
me, please. I
couldn’t stand looking at her bad behavior. Please, help me. My
God, help me,
please. My God, punish her “.
The God heard the poor old woman’s prayer. Suddenly, there was thunderstorm
and the light struck. Surprisingly, the body of her daughter turned in to a stone little by
little. She tried to escape from the God’s punishment, but she couldn’t.
Darmi : “ My God forgive me, please. I know I have made a big mistake. I
don’t obey you.
Please help me mother. I want to be a good child “.
It was too late. The evil body turned into stone slowly, but see still could cry. He
tears dropped from eyes. People called the stone as a crying stone since then.
Moral value : From the story we can take lessons. We must respect our parent,
especially our mother. Don’t be rebellious child. We must make our parent happy and
proud with us.
The story of Malin Kundang
A folk tale from West Sumatra
Once upon a time, on the north coast of Sumatra lived a poor woman and his son. The
boy was called Malin Kundang. They didn’t earn much as fishing was their only source of
income. Malin Kundang grew up as a skillful young boy. He always helps his mother to
earn some money. However, as they were only fisherman’s helper, they still lived in
poverty. “Mother, what if I sail overseas?” asked Malin Kundang one day to his mother.
Her mother didn’t agree but Malin Kundang had made up his mind. “Mother, if I stay
here, I’ll always be a poor man. I want to be a successful person,” urged Malin kundang.
His mother wiped her tears, “If you really want to go, I can’t stop you. I could only pray
to God for you to gain success in life,” said his mother wisely. “But, promise me, you’ll
come home.”
In the next morning, Malin Kundang was ready to go. Three days ago, he met one of the
successful ship’s crew. Malin was offered to join him. “Take a good care of yourself, son,”
said Malin Kundang’s mother as she gave him some food supplies. “Yes, Mother,” Malin
Kundang said. “You too have to take a good care of yourself. I’ll keep in touch with you,”
he continued before kissing his mother’s hand. Before Malin stepped onto the ship,
Malin’s mother hugged him tight as if she didn’t want to let him go.
It had been three months since Malin Kundang left his mother. As his mother had
predicted before, he hadn’t contacted her yet. Every morning, she stood on the pier.
She wished to see the ship that brought Malin kundang home. Every day and night, she
prayed to the God for her son’s safety. There was so much prayer that had been said
due to her deep love for Malin Kundang. Even though it’s been a year she had not heard
any news from Malin Kundang, she kept waiting and praying for him.
After several years waiting without any news, Malin Kundang’s mother was suddenly
surprised by the arrival of a big ship in the pier where she usually stood to wait for her
son. When the ship finally pulled over, Malin Kundang’s mother saw a man who looked
wealthy stepping down a ladder along with a beautiful woman. She could not be wrong.
Her blurry eyes still easily recognized him. The man was Malin Kundang, her son.
Malin Kundang’s mother quickly went to see her beloved son. “Malin, you’re back, son!”
said Malin Kundang’s mother and without hesitation, she came running to hug Malin
Kundang, “I miss you so much.” But, Malin Kundang didn’t show any respond. He was
ashamed to admit his own mother in front of his beautiful wife. “You’re not my Mother.
I don’t know you. My mother would never wear such ragged and ugly clothes,” said
Malin Kundang as he release his mother embrace.
Malin Kundang’s mother take a step back, “Malin…You don’t recognize me? I’m your
mother!” she said sadly. Malin Kundang’s face was as cold as ice. “Guard, take this old
women out of here,” Malin Kundang ordered his bodyguard. “Give her some money so
she won’t disturb me again!” Malin Kundang’s mother cried as she was dragged by the
bodyguard, ”Malin... my son. Why do you treat your own mother like this?”
Malin Kundang ignored his mother and ordered the ship crews to set sail. Malin
Kundang’s mother sat alone in the pier. Her heart was so hurt, she cried and cried.
“Dear God, if he isn’t my son, please let him have a save journey. But if he is, I cursed
him to become a stone,” she prayed to the God.
In the quiet sea, suddenly the wind blew so hard and a thunderstorm came. Malin
Kundang’s huge ship was wrecked. He was thrown by the wave out of his ship, and fell
on a small island. Suddenly, his whole body turned into stone. He was punished for not
admitting his own mother.***

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