Dear Diary
I want to travel around the world, in the future. First I go to India, and then move to China, next to Mongolia, and go to Russia. After that I go to Kazakhstan, UK, Sweden (hallo Dad!), US, next I move to Canada, and then I go to Sydney, Melbourne (hallo Victoria, I am back to your soil!), New Zealand, and last but not least Indonesia (home sweet home).
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Fawwaz presents Maliki
(Idea and Story by Fawwaz Naufal Farid
Edited by Lily Yulianti)
“Mom…do you mind if Maliki stays with us?”
Of course, Mom will only see one child in this house: me. Maliki is invisible. He is my imaginary friend. He was born in the republic of my head. His is 7 years old, just like me.
(page 1)
***
Maliki always travels to Iraq. Maliki told me that in Iraq he met children who lost their parents, brothers and sisters, homes, and schools.
Maliki has built imaginary schools and playgrounds for Iraqi children. Unfortunately, his imaginary soldiers that he sent to stop the war were not strong enough. That is why war still goes on there.
(page2)
***
He comes to my house quite often. We love to play pillow fighting. If I have my breakfast or lunch, he sits in front of me, and also having his imaginary breakfast or lunch. He loves salad.
If I go to school, Maliki goes back to Iraq. He has a magic power from the republic of my head. Sometimes he spends one or two weeks in Iraq if he sees more children lost their parents, brothers and sisters, homes, and schools.
(page3)
***
One day Maliki told me, he is going to have a holiday in France.
“When?” I asked him.
“Next week. This is just a short holiday. I want to have some fun there.”
A week later Maliki came back from French. Maliki said he loves Paris. He went to Eifeel Tower, one of my favorite towers in my encyclopedia book. He had lots of fun there. But he does not want to stay there, he goes back to Iraq to meet and play with his friends. He brought hundreds of toys for Iraqi children.
(page4)
***
“Where is Maliki?” asked Mom one day.
“Oh, he is still very busy in Iraq. He told me, he flies here and there to give toys to the children,” I replied.
Maliki will visit me in Tokyo, and we are going to make more toys using his power from the republic of my head. More toys, more joys for every child in Iraq.
(page5)
Edited by Lily Yulianti)
“Mom…do you mind if Maliki stays with us?”
Of course, Mom will only see one child in this house: me. Maliki is invisible. He is my imaginary friend. He was born in the republic of my head. His is 7 years old, just like me.
(page 1)
***
Maliki always travels to Iraq. Maliki told me that in Iraq he met children who lost their parents, brothers and sisters, homes, and schools.
Maliki has built imaginary schools and playgrounds for Iraqi children. Unfortunately, his imaginary soldiers that he sent to stop the war were not strong enough. That is why war still goes on there.
(page2)
***
He comes to my house quite often. We love to play pillow fighting. If I have my breakfast or lunch, he sits in front of me, and also having his imaginary breakfast or lunch. He loves salad.
If I go to school, Maliki goes back to Iraq. He has a magic power from the republic of my head. Sometimes he spends one or two weeks in Iraq if he sees more children lost their parents, brothers and sisters, homes, and schools.
(page3)
***
One day Maliki told me, he is going to have a holiday in France.
“When?” I asked him.
“Next week. This is just a short holiday. I want to have some fun there.”
A week later Maliki came back from French. Maliki said he loves Paris. He went to Eifeel Tower, one of my favorite towers in my encyclopedia book. He had lots of fun there. But he does not want to stay there, he goes back to Iraq to meet and play with his friends. He brought hundreds of toys for Iraqi children.
(page4)
***
“Where is Maliki?” asked Mom one day.
“Oh, he is still very busy in Iraq. He told me, he flies here and there to give toys to the children,” I replied.
Maliki will visit me in Tokyo, and we are going to make more toys using his power from the republic of my head. More toys, more joys for every child in Iraq.
(page5)
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