The Right to Mourn
Once upon a time, at the edge of an old forest where cool waters flowed, lived an old glassmaker and his granddaughter. The old man made magnificent birds out of transparent glass, and his granddaughter Nisa sang beautiful songs to these delicate statues. A real nightingale with golden wings living in their hut whispered cheerful melodies to them every morning. But on a cold winter morning, this beloved nightingale fell into an endless sleep. Little Nisa's heart was filled with a deep pain, and warm tears began to flow from her eyes.
At that moment, the chief of the palace guards came to pick up the glass birds ordered for the king's festival. Seeing the crying little girl, he frowned and spoke in a harsh voice. "In our country, feeling sadness is forbidden, you must wipe those tears immediately!" Nisa tried to hide her tears, but the great pain in her heart stuck in her throat like a knot. The old glassmaker stepped forward, hugged his granddaughter, and stood tall before the guard. "Mourning for a human who loses something they love is not a weakness, but the most natural right of having been able to love," said the wise master.
The guard snapped angrily, "Only the weak cry, while the strong always smile!" The old man replied calmly, "A heart that cannot cry is like cold glass that does not feel heat." "A soul that is not given the right to experience the pain inside is condemned to turn to stone over time." As the wise master's words echoed in the wooden workshop, the chief guard froze for a moment. Remembering an old friend he had lost years ago, the guard's hardened heart suddenly softened.
Lowering his spear slowly to the ground, he cast an understanding look at the little girl and stepped outside quietly. Nisa hugged her grandfather tightly and let the grief inside her pour out freely. As sincere tears shed, the memory of the cute nightingale she lost shone even brighter in her heart. True grief is the deepest and most respectable mark left by love in the heart. Sorrow makes one cry, love makes one sing.