Once upon a time, a girl who was very happy is standing on a blessed abode,

where may not be the best, but the sun is still shining on it. Amid cultural diversity and
threats to religious conflicts, the whole place seems to fit like a jigsaw puzzle.

My name is Farikh Alifah Shaiyah, turns around to all of you today and smiled
because I remembered the best family day we ever had. My siblings and I danced and
shouted our hearts out. My parents kindled each other like they were years ago, like
when their first love blossomed in their remembrance, a near perfect love.

But evil has its power of brushing off our happiness. Hearts of greedy men tore
and broke those and made them painful memories. And now ask me, ask me what made
me shiver that day. Its the painful cries of people around, and the disheartening looks of
an army of the dead.

But the sorrowest of them all, do you want to know what? Its when you see Mama
and Papa, clung each other, and held each other. Its seeing Malik and Munah, eyes wide
open, mirroring the terror theyve felt before they died, and theres blood everywhere,
bombs and bullets everywhere. I was so scared and I was crying.

Instead, a sharpened pain struck my shoulder. I am shot and a gush of blood

pouring down. I knelt and felt the excruciating pain pierced my sanity. And I know I am
going to die. But before I will, hear me say what I wanted to say:

I accused the terrorists for saddling me with horrors no one had dared imagining.

I accused some leftists for killing my family and others families, leaving us living
a dead life, a dead hope, and a dead future.

I accused some higher government officials for letting this malady escalate into an
international crisis. This is not a battle of Muslims and Christians, this is everyones fight.

I ask you, you and all of you to help stop this war.

I, Farikh Alifah Shaiyah, rest my hope to all of you but if you wont heed to this
request, this ultimate request, then build a wall around your home and build them
stronger the Molave.

I, I, who have felt the sticky and slimy ferrous-smelling gush of red-life fluid trailing
down from my scarred head to my calloused toe, am falling down to oblivion.