Five children sat on a hillside late one night, feeling the cold earth beneath their winter clothes and the fingers of their cotton gloves. Emelie pointed at the star that shone brightest in the sky.
“That is the Star of Bethlehem,” she said.
“It shines like the Star of David,” Aviv replied.
“The crescent moon is nearby; it is the Guiding Star,” said Hassan.
Doba sighed, “It is the Morning Star.”
“Look at all the stars in that area; they form an Endless Knot,” Malai said.
Peace settled upon them as, one by one, they reached for each other’s hands.
“That is the Star of Bethlehem,” she said.
“It shines like the Star of David,” Aviv replied.
“The crescent moon is nearby; it is the Guiding Star,” said Hassan.
Doba sighed, “It is the Morning Star.”
“Look at all the stars in that area; they form an Endless Knot,” Malai said.
Peace settled upon them as, one by one, they reached for each other’s hands.
