Weeping Stone

 Once upon a time, there was a widow who had a daughter who lived on a hill which far away from the village in West Kalimantan Province, Indonesia. The daughter was beautiful her name was Darmi, regrettably she had bad behavior, she was a lazy girl. She has never helped her mom to do house hold. What she did just made up her face and dressed neatly. Besides lazy she was spoiled child, all the things she wanted had to be granted by her mom and ironically she never cared about poor condition which bound them, so that her mother had to work harder to fulfill her needs.

            One day, mother’s Darmi wanted to go to the traditional market to buy some needs. She asked to her daughter to accompany her but the place was so far and they had to pass the hill. They went down the edge and walked along through the village, there were no transportation and the only way just on foot. Yes of course it was tiring way to be passed. On the way to reach the market, she swung along with a nice dress but the other side the mother’s dress caked with dirt. She walked behind and carried the basket. People looked at them because of the contrary appearance. As they lived in remote place, people did not know if they were mother and daughter. While they were walking, there was a man among those people who looked at them and asked Darmi “ Hi.. Beautiful Lady, Is she your mother..?”, Darmi replied arrogantly “No, she is not my mother, she is my servant!”. Wherever she met people, she has never admitted the old lady behind was her mother, she felt embarrassed to admit. Her mom was so sad and cried silently.

            Along the way to the village, Darmi insulted her mother and she showed bad behavior to her mother, and she did it in front of people. Her mother still kept patience, they walked along through the village. Suddenly there was an old man asked to her “Hi sweet Lady, is she your mother who walk behind you..?”, Darmi answered and scolded the man “No she is not my mother, she is my slave..!!”, her mother heard what she spoke, and she could not stand anymore, the mother prayed to God “Oh.. Dear God, my daughter is wicked girl and she does a wickedness to me, I know she is my daughter, before I was trying to be patience but now I could not stand to hear, curse her!!, doom her..!!”. The mother cried and wished that God would grant her wish.

            Darmi and her mother still kept walking, for some steps ahead, Darmi’s foot changed become a stone, she could not move, God granted mother wish. Darmi realized what she did to her mother, she cried loudly and she said “ Mom.. Please forgive me, forgive what I have done to you.. forgive me please…!!”. Darmi lamented herself and she begged to her mother, but the doom crept along her body, gradually she became a stone, the stone which has tears. Tears rolling from its eyes and flows out until now.

  For those people who live in West Kalimantan, they believe this as a true story. To remind people who do rebelliously and do a abruptness to their mother, God will send them punishment as equal as they have done. So we have to respect and love our mothers who gave us birth. A mother’s love is instinctual, unconditional and forever, mother’s love and care will never ended.