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By Tavis Adibudeen
One morning the Sun rose to its splendor and displayed its brilliance over the horizon onto the open grassland of Munir village. The people of the village loved to see the Sun and were overjoyed when the sky was blue and no clouds were in sight.
As the earth turned, Sun always prided himself on how people loved him. One night over Munir village, which Sun loved more than any other place, he noticed how small and cold the moon was in comparison to him.
He said to the moon, “You really are not much to look at, you know.”
“I am what I am,” moon said in her usual casual tone.
“But you do nothing but reflect my light. You have no light of your own. You just reflect mine, and you don’t even reflect it that well.”
“You are the Sun, and I am what I am,” she said as she slowly moved over Munir village through her normal night journey.
“Most of the time, they can’t even see all of you,” Sun said now more convinced of his superiority than ever.
“That’s my job,” moon said in response, “I am what I am.”
Sun became angry, “Is that all you can say? Sometimes I think the people would be better off without you at all. I should shine all by myself. Who needs you?”
“Perhaps, Sun, but you are what you are,” she said.
The next morning, as Sun was busy shining over Munir village, the moon asked some clouds to cover her. The playful little clouds did not ask her why. They loved to cover anything whenever they had a chance.
That night, Sun looked for the moon but did not see her. The people of Munir became terrified. “What has happened to our beloved moon?” they wondered.
Sun too was scared at first, but then he thought, “I am better off without her.”
186 nights passed with no moon.
Sun no longer watched the people of Munir. Taking advantage of the situation, clouds often bounced over and covered the village. After some time, the people declared, “The Sun is missing!”
Sun no longer saw moon’s light, and he actually missed the way she shined over the dark sky. He wondered what had become of her.
On the 187th night, the moon returned.
“Where had you gone?” asked Sun.
“I went away for a trip,” moon replied.
The Sun pleaded, “I am so sorry, moon. You are indeed magnificent in your reflection. I shine on you, and you shine back on me. Please come back to us. We need you.”
“I am what I am,” replied moon, “and what I am is you.”
Without reflection, that which exists is never truly known.
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