English Writing 10 April 2013

            It has been 2 months since the hunger had spread across and all over Somalia. 
 My parents are wealthy merchants and can't seem to feed their kids. Foods here are very scarce. Most of it costs 4 times as much. A day could've cause us around eighty dollars per human being. My parents are already running out of money. We only ate once daily and that is only plain bread for dinner. Still, we are very grateful to be alive.
          My brother and i came to his store barefoot. We sold our shoes so we won't starve ourselves yesterday. It was a hot sunny day and partly dry almost like walking around in a desert. "Have you found any customer dad?" said my starving brother who now have trouble walking; his health is going down day by day. "Unfortunately not. They just don't have enough money so they spend it on food instead." "What are we going to do?" i say desperately half screaming. "Calm. We're going to find a way out of this poverty." "B-but how?" said my brother. "I don't know," dad screamed, "But someone will find a way." I was sick of my dad's same answer every time we asked him that same question. I stormed off out from the store, my face pale and full of agony.                    My brother followed me out. "Hey! Wait up. I can't walk as fast as i used to, ya know." I stopped and waited for him. He was soon in the same pace as i was, then i began to talk. "We are going to starve ourselves. Just look at you." My brother lowered his head and mumbled. "What?" i say frustrated. "I'm not going to sound like dad or whatever but THERE WILL come an end to this." "Really? I mean look at this. Every where we go. Things WILL not change as it used to. It just won't and will never happen!" "If thats what you think, FINE WITH ME. IT'S MY OPINION. NOT YOURS!!" and he went away struggling with his balance.
          I was mad at him for sounding like dad but what could i do? Deep inside, i could feel the truth rising from his words. Yet now, i was alone here. Sitting down on the corner of a broken paved road, the sun scorching and i could barely feel myself.
 I mourned at the loss my family have been through. When will this all end?
 I went back home at around 6pm when the sun was about to set. I could feel the wind now, cold and crisp. At home, there was edible flowers and tiny portion of nuts for us to eat. My brother gathered it as soon as he left me. I'm not mad at him anymore cause why should i? Instead it's the opposite, without him, i would be starving 'till morning comes.
         Next day, out of nowhere, a man delivering a food truck came to town. Everyone gathered to see what he has brought. I found out a moment later when he gave my family a big crate and left it inside. "Is it for free?" "Is this real life?" i asked wondering. "It is." said dad. The package we received was full of deliciously canned food and bottled drinks. All sorts of varieties inside. I have never felt better in months. It tastes just like heaven. Good things will eventually happen to good people anyways.

            It has been 2 months since the hunger had spread across Somalia.  My parents are wealthy merchants and can't seem to feed their kids. Foods here are very scarce. Most of it costs 4 times as much. A day could've cause us around eighty dollars per human being. My parents are already running out of money. We only ate once daily and that is only plain bread for dinner. Still, we are very grateful to be alive.
          My brother and i came to his store barefoot. It was a hot sunny day and partly dry. "Have you found any customer dad?" said my starving brother who now have trouble walking. "Unfortunately not. They just don't have enough money so they spend it on food instead." "What are we going to do?" i say desperately half screaming. "Calm. We're going to find a way out of this poverty." "B-but how?" said my brother. "I don't know," dad screamed, "But someone will find a way." I was sick of my dad's same answer every time we asked him that question. I stormed off out from the store, my face pale and full of agony.                    My brother followed me out. "Hey! Wait up. I can't walk as fast as i used to, ya know." I stopped and waited for him. He was soon in the same pace as i was, then i began to talk. "We are going to starve ourselves. Just look at you." My brother lowered his head and mumbled. "What?" i say frustrated. "I'm not going to sound like dad or whatever but THERE WILL come an end to this." "Really? I mean look at this. Every where we go. Things WILL not change as it used to. It just won't and will never happen!" "If thats what you think, FINE WITH ME. IT'S MY OPINION. NOT YOURS!!" and he went away struggling with his balance.
        I was alone here. Sitting down on the corner of a broken paved road. I mourned at the loss my family have been through. When will this all end?
       Next day, out of nowhere, a man delivering a food truck came to town. Everyone gathered to see what he has brought. I found out a moment later when he gave my family tons of food. "Is it for free?" "Is this real life?" i asked wondering. "It is." said dad. The package we received was full of deliciously canned food and bottled drinks. All sorts of variety inside. I have never felt better in months. It tastes just like heaven.

  Josephine N.J

   29 January 2013

  Jakarta, Indonesia

  Josephinejie96@gmail.com

      

                          

                              Dear editor,

 

                     Lately i have been thinking a lot about the world hunger that have been going around the world. I have been brain-storming some solutions for the situation. Here are some of which i thought was best. Have people to voluntarily donate money for long-term solution, hold a charity sale which sell stuffs and give half-profit to the world hunger, hold events on Indonesian schools to get donated money.

                     Everyone had the right to be fed. They had the right to fulfill their nutrition and i personally think that Indonesian students at every age is capable of doing so. We can stop the world hunger for long-term. No more world hunger, and no one will suffer anymore. No more people dying, less loss for all human being.

            

                    This is my solutions for the world hunger and i have a hope that we can all stop this by giving all we can.

         

                                                                                   Sincerely, Josephine.

THE RAINBOW FLAG  
in basel, switzerland, at the international co-operative
congress of world co-op, ICA leaders made plans for the
very first international ‘co-operators' day’ in essen, germany
which was held in july 1923.
they wanted to identify and define the growing co-operative
movement's common values and ideals to help unite
co-ops around the world by developing an international
co-op symbol to celebrate the movement's ideas of
international solidarity, economic efficiency, equality,
and world peace.
it is said that the meaning of the 7 colors of the rainbow flag is:
RED stands for courage.
ORANGE offers the vision of possibilities.
YELLOW represents the challenge that GREEN has kindled.
GREEN represents growth, a challenge to co-operators to
strive for growth of membership and of understanding of the
aims and values of co-operation.
SKY BLUE suggests far horizons, the need to provide education
and help to unfortunate people and to strive towards global unity.
DARK BLUE suggests pessimism, reminding us of less
fortunate people in the world who are in need of the benefits
from co-operation.
VIOLET is the color of warmth, beauty and friendship.

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