Utterance of a Three Year Old

bismillah.

One night, my sister, my brother, and my two nephews went out to a mall. Usually, to make our nieces and nephews behave whenever we are in the car or outside the house, my brother and I ask them to find the moon, stars, birds etc.

So that night, my brother, and my sister (my nephews' mother) asked them to find the moon. The older brother, a five-year old, was just giggling in my brother's lap. The younger boy, the three-year old, was the one excited to find it.

Sister : Mana bulan? (Where's the moon?) Nampak tak? (Can you see it?)

[Nephew starts searching for it, but the night was dark, and there was no moon.]

Nephew : Moon takde. (No moon.) Moon sleep.

Sister : Stars?

Nephew : Takde. (No.) Stars sleep. Sun pun sleep.

When we are supposed to shine, but we hide in the dark, or, to quote my nephew, sleep, none can enjoy the light.

Step out from your hiding. And shine your way.

You might be the light that could one day change someone.

Who knows? :)

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