It was a cold, harsh winter. Fog blanketed everything, and every object seemed frozen by the frost. Even the sun, shivering in the winter, was hiding behind the mist. After the sunset, it returned to its home, and it was now time for the moon to rise into the sky. The moon cracked the door open slightly to peek outside, and a gust of icy wind hit its face, spreading a chill throughout his entire being. Alarmed, the moon quickly shut the door.
“What happened, dear Moon?" Granny asked.
“Granny, it’s freezing outside! How can I take my turn?" Moon moved closer to her.
“Yes, it is indeed very cold, but whether it’s cold or hot, we still have to do our work, don't we?” Granny asked gently.
“You’re right, Granny! Can I ask you something?”
“Of course, dear!”
“Do you know how to knit sweaters like the ones people wear? I often see them from the sky wearing sweaters to protect themselves from the cold,” Moon said thoughtfully.
“Yes, dear, I know how to knit sweaters,” said Granny.
“Then why don't you knit one for me so I can wear it when I go outside?” Moon felt like finding a solution to the problem.
“My dear Moon! I could knit you a sweater, but what size should I make it?”
“What do you mean, Granny? If the sweater is for me, then, of course, it should be my size,” Moon replied.
“Why don’t you just take my measurements? What’s so difficult about that?”
“My lovely Moon! How can I take your measurements? Your size keeps changing. One night, you appear as a thin crescent, and then you gradually grow into a full moon by the fourteenth of the night. After that, you start shrinking again. Now tell me, what size should I knit your sweater?” Granny's words left the moon completely silent.
“You’re right, Granny. But when would I wear that sweater?” Moon sounded worried.
“Don't worry, dear Moon,” Granny comforted.
“I’m not worried. I’m just wondering what I should do now. It’s so cold outside,” Moon still hesitated to go out.
“Look, dear Moon, do what you were created to do. Think for a moment — why were you created?” Granny smiled at Moon who thought for a moment and then suddenly jumped with excitement.
“Allah created me to shine on nights. My job is to spread light in the darkness,” Moon exclaimed joyfully.
“Exactly, your job is to chase away the darkness,” she was happy that Moon understood.
“Then off I go,” Moon headed towards the door.
“Where are you going?” Granny asked playfully.
“To do my work,” Moon replied with determination.
“And what about the cold?” Granny asked.
“I don’t care about the cold or heat anymore. I just have to remember my purpose, and to fulfill it,” Moon said, bidding farewell to Granny. 
    The moon stepped outside and started spreading its warm, sweet, and mesmerizing light everywhere.

Losing A Loved One

Nabeeha Natiq

In the quiet hush of nightfall’s grace.
I hold the shadows of my heart’s embrace.
The world seems far and wide.
In whispers soft, my fears collide.
The bedtime takes a gentle rhyme.
I clutch the moon, my fears confine.
The fear of losing silent stays.
Yet, it lights the darkest days.
Beneath the bed, where shadows play.
I find the strength that lights the way.
In each soft hug, in each whispered song.
The strength inside, makes me strong
The fear that seems too big to bare.
Is met with strength and tender care.
Through every test and shadowed fright.
I find my strength in finding light.