Long ago, after the creator had made all the beings of the Earth and sea and sky, he called all the mothers and their children to gather. He wanted to study the creatures he had made. He wanted to look closely at their wings and arms, at their fur and fleece and hair. The creator knew that every one required proper nourishment, a suitable place to live and sleep, to hide and hunt, and he wanted to make sure that each of his creations would be warm during the wintertime, cool in the harshest heat, comfortable in the places they called home.
Every mother came, and one by one they paraded their children before the creator. They nudged their offspring to swim or fly or strut, to show off their finest features. Every mother sighed delightedly as she watched her child. Owls hooted and opened their eyes still wider as their mothers instructed. Elephants proudly swung their trunks, and giraffes stretched their necks even longer.
The creator was pleased. Every one of his creations was special, and he liked what he saw. That is, he liked everything he saw until late in the day, nearing sunset, when a crow stepped forward, prodding her child ahead.
"Here she is!" the mother cawed.
"Surely I didn't make such a creature," the creator said, frowning. "Every other creature I made is beautiful. But this little crow is hideous looking. Where did you get her?"
The mother crow looked at the ground, her heart knotted with sorrow. She stepped in front of her child, hoping she had not understood the creator's insult. "What do you mean, where did I get her? She is my child δΈ€ your creation."
"Go find another one," the creator said, disgusted with the sight of the poor little crow. He turned away so he would not have to look any longer and added, "Find yourself a beautiful child."
The mother crow was devastated. She loved her child with all her heart. But she could not ignore the creator.
"Stay right here. I'm going to see if I can find another baby that's lovelier than you."
The little crow bowed her head. What could she say? She only wished her mother would love her, but perhaps she did not deserve love; perhaps she wasn't beautiful enough.
The mother crow took off, flying east, searching the sky for a beautiful child.
She flew past a nest of falcons and moved in close to take a look, but when she saw them, she just shook her head. Her child was much more beautiful than these babies, and so she swept toward the ground to study penguins, ducks and geese, but she thought them no better at all. Everywhere she looked she saw little ones who were cute and fuzzy, sweet, perhaps, some of them more colorful than her own, but no one quite so beautiful.
Every single creature looked frail or plump, awkward or angry, pale or puffed up when the mother crow compared it to her own child.
After many hours she flew back to her child's side, and she bowed before the creator. "I have searched the whole world," she said, "and everywhere I look I see birds, but I have not found a single one that is more beautiful than mine."
She leaned over and gave a little peck on her little one's head, and the baby crow's heart swelled with pleasure.
Then the creator understood. "You are right," he said. "Every mother thinks her child is the most beautiful child in the world."
And ever since that day every child has understood that it is a mother's love that makes every child beautiful.
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Suka sangat cerita ni! Ak setuju sangat lah!
Ni antara contoh mak yang puji anak sendiri cantik. Siap buat wallpaper okeh! Bangga tayang muka anak kat opis kan. Hahahaha...peduliks!
Sape lagi nak puji keturunan kita kalau bukan kita sendiri. Penat tu 9 bulan carry dalam perut kehulu kehilir, sesaat pon tak leh 'tanggalkan' and letak tepi. Gile nak cakap anak sendiri tak comel??
But serious, memang betul anak tu anugerah Allah yang terindah. And betul, dia lah racun, dia lah penawar. Memang racun kalau nak buat kerja pun tak senang asik dok fikir kan dia je. Tapi tengok gambar dia ni hilang rasa penat, kalau stress pun cepat je sejuk, betul-betul penawar! Duit pun anugerah Allah jugak tapi ko tengok duit takde plak rasa hilang stress kan, makin stress ada kalau duit tu tak cukup. Anak tu memang miracle la...
Setakat buat wallpaper untuk tatapan sendiri kira tak obses sangat, ye tak? Ke ye? Hehehe...
Letih jugak ada yang over obses ngan anak sendiri. Nama kat Facebook pun dah tukar nama anak, tak pakai nama sendiri. Pastu asik la uplod gambar anak. Budak tu tak buat pape pun padahal, uplod jugak.. Pastu letak capture "Mama sayang anak mama" "Anak mama la buah hati mama" "Anak mama yang comel...sayangku padamu sampai akhirat". Pastu sikit-sikit update status "Rindu la dekat anak.." "Tak sabar nak balik jumpa anak".
Aku ada kawan yang buat statement "Kesian anak I, semua orang nak cubit dia. Yela, dia kan comel.." Pengsannn.....
Allah...letih nokkk! Makcik oi, bukan ko sorang je ada anak ye, tak payah nak over sangat. Kalau anak tu betul-betul comel takpe, kalau tak comel? Orang simpati je kat ko nanti... Lagipun, fikir la perasaan orang yang takde anak, kesian kot.. Ko menyeksa perasaan orang tu secara halus. Eh, lagipun memang Allah tak kasi kita bongkak apa. Hidup kena bersederhana...
Terbaekkk... ^_^
