Story and Illustration by Hayya Habibi
A mouse ate a cheese.
The mouse went outside.
A cat was hungry.
The cat saw the mouse.
The mouse was scared
The mouse ran away.
The cat chased the mouse.
The cat bumped into a chair.
The mouse was gone.
The mouse was safe.
The cat was angry.
The cat was hungry.
Today marks one year since me and my daughter moved to Sweden. Yes, we arrived exactly on this date a year ago. So, happy first anniversary! Haha. I know it’s not really something to celebrate but we’re glad we had quite a wonderful first year (and are excited for the following ones).
I can hardly believe that it has been a year. I mean, the day when we arrived at Lund Central station still feels like yesterday. But I also notice that lately, things begin to change. I’m no longer feel like a new kid on the block. I’m not getting anxious or thinking that people are looking at me anymore. I start to feel that I really belong here, even if I still don’t speak Swedish (and certainly don’t look like a Swede. Haha).
Looking back on the past 365 days, here are the things that we have “accomplished” so far: Continue reading “The First Anniversary (of Living in Sweden)”
Zaki asked me the other day, what things I am still passionate about lately. I gave him three answers, and among those, the first and most definite one was writing. Later I realised that writing is actually the only thing I consistently do since I was still in the elementary school. Though I must admit, I never had any chance to work on it properly.
Part of it was because it seemed like being a writer was less prestigious than being a doctor, or a teacher, or an astronaut, or an architect, or any other profession in this world. And it was just so hard to keep your passion when everyone around you didn’t take it really seriously. In my case, I found it was hard for me not to be tempted with the idea of being “somebody”. And the general definition of “somebody” in Indonesia is anything but freelance, including writing. Most people will consider it as merely a hobby.
I got some people who supported my passion, in different ways, though. My dad used to take me to his school library so I spent most of my childhood drowning into books and that’s how book became one of my obsessions (there’s a story about it here). My mom gave me a diary so I had something to write on. And there was a teacher in my junior high school who once asked me to join a writing competition. I didn’t join the competition at the end (because I wasn’t sure what to write and bit lazy, to be honest) but he was one of the few people who made me feel that I can write. Somehow. Someday. Continue reading “Better When I’m Writing”
Most travel reviews I read about Milan always suggest to skip this city when you travel to Italy. Even a friend of mine (who used to live in Italy) wasn’t really fond of my idea to visit Milan. Simply because, rumor says, it has not much to offer, especially for a non business traveller, like me.
But, as someone who was once a milanisti (a loyal supporter of AC Milan football club), I feel like visiting Milan is an obligation, haha, and to be honest, I’ve put it in my bucket list since I was a kid. So, there I went. Spending three nights and two days in a city which famous for its fashion, while I, myself, is the most unfashionable person I know. Such an irony 😂. Continue reading “The Underrated Milan”
Story and Illustration by Hayya Habibi
Editor: Hayu Hamemayu
One fine morning, Milla and Mayana played football in their backyard. They loved playing football. When they were playing, they saw a letter falling in the ground. They picked it up and went inside the house. They told their mom and dad about it. Their parents opened the letter and read it for a minute. Milla and Mayana were so curious so they asked: “Who is the letter from?”. Her dad said: “It’s from the Queen!” Milla and Mayana were so surprised. They were so happy to know that they’d been invited to visit the queen in her castle. The next morning they put their luggages in the car and went to the airport.
In the airport they were waiting in the waiting room until it was time for boarding. Milla and Mayana went inside the plane. They were super excited to meet the queen. In the plane, they ate lunch. Milla had sausage with rice and Mayana had egg with fried rice. After had her lunch finished, Milla asked her mom: “Where are we going to meet the Queen?” Her mom said: “In Paris”. Continue reading “Kid’s Stories Project: Visiting the Queen”