Are We Aliens

After dinner tonight, my son asked me the reason why Allah made us like this.
“What do you mean like this?” I asked.
“You know, like this,” he said and raised his arm.
”You mean five fingers?”

”Yes,” he said. “Allah could have made us like a blob and like an alien, and then if we meet a human, the human will be an alien.”
”Yeah to an alien, we are the alien,” my daughter chipped in.
“Well, we are aliens to animals, because we are different,” I said.

”You would’ve thought we are normal right!” said my son. I was prepared to be offended as he was implying I am not normal! But I let him continue.
“Sometimes I lay and thought to myself, I am normal. Am I normal? I mean I am normal for me but I am different from others,” he said. He continued with a few more musings but I don’t remember them as I was smiling to myself, thinking what alien children have I raised?

My takeaway? Kids have some deep and unusual way of thinking, and you’d never know what they would think of.

Thanks for reading.

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