Long ago, in a quiet village nestled between green hills and golden rice fields, lived a humble farming family. The father, Amaq Lebain, and the mother, Inaq Lebain, were known for their kindness and hard work. They had two beloved children — a cheerful son and a gentle daughter. The family lived in harmony, working together in the fields and sharing simple joys under the sun.
Every time Amaq and Inaq went to work in the rice fields, they brought their children along. They believed that growing up close to nature would help the children learn about life — how to nurture the earth, and how to cherish the bond of family.🌾
One day, the family's harvest was finally ready to be sold. Amaq decided to go to the market while Inaq stayed behind to pound rice at the field’s edge. As usual, the children accompanied their mother and sat on a large, flat stone nearby — a stone the villagers called “Batu Golog”.
Before leaving, Amaq gently reminded his wife,
"Please watch over the children. I won’t be long. I’ll join you at the rice field after I finish at the market."
Inaq smiled,
"Don’t worry. I’ll keep them safe."
“Okay, Mother!” said the children, waving to their father.
As Inaq began pounding rice using a large wooden pestle, the rhythmic thudding echoed through the fields. But something strange began to happen. With each strike of the pestle, the stone where the children were sitting began to grow—little by little, rising from the ground like a living mountain.
At first, the children were only curious.
“Mother… the stone is growing!” they cried.
But Inaq, focused on her work and surrounded by noise, only caught fragments of their voices. She thought they were simply getting restless.
“Just a moment, darlings! I’ll be done soon,” she said without looking back.
But the stone kept rising, higher and higher.
“Mother, please! The stone is getting really tall!” the children screamed in fear.
“I’m almost finished. Be patient, okay?” she called again.
The pounding continued. The stone kept growing—up past the trees, past the clouds, past everything the children knew. And then… silence.
When Inaq finally stopped to rest, she turned and gasped. The children were gone. The stone stood impossibly tall, piercing the sky. Her heart dropped.
“My children!” she cried out, her voice trembling.
She searched, shouted, and wept, but there was no answer. In her desperation, she knelt and prayed with all her heart,
“Oh Divine One… please help me bring them back.”
And in the stillness, a whisper of guidance came to her heart:
“Use the pestle.”
With trembling hands, Inaq picked up the wooden rice pounder and struck the Golog stone with all her strength. The earth shook. The towering rock cracked and shattered into three massive pieces. One piece fell into what would become Gembong Village, another landed in Dasan Batu, and the last in Montong Teker.
But her children… they never returned in the form she remembered.
As she looked up, two beautiful birds flew from the sky—one with soft brown feathers, the other white with streaks of gold. They circled above her, singing a sorrowful melody, as if saying goodbye.
Through her tears, Inaq understood:
Her children had been transformed. The stone had taken them, but the heavens had set them free. They were no longer bound by earth — they now soared above it.
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🌿 Moral Lessons from the Legend of Golog Stone
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Listening Matters
Attentive listening can make the difference between safety and danger. The mother’s inability to truly hear her children reflects how sometimes, in the busyness of life, we overlook what matters most. -
Love Requires Presence
Caring for others isn’t just about working hard — it’s about being emotionally present. This story reminds us that being physically near isn’t enough if we’re not fully there in heart and attention. -
Have Faith in Hard Times
Inaq’s prayers were answered in an unexpected way. Faith doesn't always bring back what is lost, but it can bring strength, hope, and sometimes… transformation. -
Letting Go with Love
In the end, the mother couldn’t bring her children back in the way she hoped. Yet, their change into birds shows that sometimes love means letting go and trusting the path life takes. -
Patience and Perspective
The tragedy of the Golog Stone was not born of cruelty, but of misunderstanding and haste. With more patience and care, sorrow might have been avoided — a lesson for us all in every relationship.
To this day, the Golog stone is remembered not just as a rock that split the earth, but as a reminder to pause, to listen, and to love fully while we still can. 🕊️💔
