12/09/2025
THE STORY OF AL-O (PESTLE) AND LUSUNGAN (MORTAR)
Long ago, in a small mountain village, there lived a mortar and a pestle. They were old companions, always found together in every farmer’s home. Day after day, they helped families prepare rice, making sure no one ever went hungry.
But one evening, after the farmer and his wife had finished their meal and gone to sleep, the mortar and pestle began to quarrel.
The mortar, heavy and proud, spoke first:
“Without me, there would be no place for the grains. I hold the rice safely. I am the foundation. I am the true master here!”
The pestle, slim and strong, struck the air with defiance:
“Foundation? Ha! You are nothing without me. I am the one who strikes, who breaks the husk, who turns the grain into food. Without me, you are just an empty bowl!”
The mortar rumbled in anger.
“And without me, where would you strike? The ground? The farmer would not waste his strength pounding rice on the floor!”
The pestle answered back sharply:
“Even if you hold the rice, it will stay the same unless I move! I am the one who brings change!”
Their voices clashed like thunder, echoing in the silent hut.
Then, after a long pause, the mortar sighed deeply.
“Perhaps you are right, brother. I cannot do this work without you.”
The pestle lowered itself gently and replied,
“And I cannot do it without you, either. Together, we feed the farmer’s family. Alone, we are useless.”
From that night onward, the mortar and pestle never argued again. Instead, they worked in harmony, knowing that their strength came not from pride, but from their partnership.
And so the villagers would say:
“Just as the mortar needs the pestle, so too do people need one another. No one can stand alone, we are made to live, work, and thrive together.”
(This story is adapted from ma'am Clariza Kila-an Tad-o of Mankayan, Benguet)