MY name is Naima
My family

I am the last of my mother's family, all of my mother's brothers have no children.

My mother was the third of 5 children. My mother's first brother had died in an accident a few years ago.

My mother's second brother was mentally ill or severely depressed and had to be admitted to a mental hospital until now.

My mother's fourth brother had died of a strange disease and my mother's fifth brother was a religious scholar.

My mother and her sister have never been in line of thought therefore since her sister's High School decided to drop out of High School to go to the boarding school and until now my uncle never came home. I once asked about my uncle to my mother, but she was very angry with me.

From that moment on I never dared to ask my mother again.

My father was a wealthy businessman, at the time my mother was in my possession. My father went bankrupt in his business and was often billed from the bank to pay off his debt.

My father was a man who loved his family very much.

He was a very patient man and loved my mother very much.

And you always obey all your wishes, whatever you ask you will surely give it.

If you were alive I would have gotten a lot of affection.

But I was unlucky for that, since I was born I never saw him again, just a photo accompanying me, a memory from my father.

My mother was a woman who adored money, whatever she did for the treasures and pleasures of the world, and she was a person of high ambition.

My mother greatly admired the beauty of her face all the ways she would do to make her youthful and beautiful-looking.

My mother is the successor of the science of magic from my grandmother, because of that knowledge my mother will always look young even though my mother's age is not young anymore.

Mother is the last generation that inevitably has to accept the knowledge of inheritance from my grandmother.

It is because of this knowledge that the mother always looks young and always beautiful.

Because the burden was not borne by my father. My father was chronically ill and he died.

After my father died, my mother was about to receive inheritance knowledge from my grandmother.

After the magic was given to my mother, my grandmother died too.

Actually, my mother's family was devotional service and my mother was my only successor. Because the science owned by the grandmother only matches the mother, if the knowledge is passed on to the wrong person, if the knowledge is passed on to the wrong person, then that person would go crazy or insane and even that person could suffer a tragic death.

Mother is the last generation of a past covenant made by my ancestors.

Yes, a covenant that I never knew and will always be secret and sealed.

Other than as a child, I was the best mediator for my mother to come into contact with the other world and all the curious spirits were subject to me, none of them wanted to harm me.

Sometimes I get tired of all this, besides I never know, "for what ? and why do I have to do it?"

Mom always asked me to shut up and just obey.

I am Naima, a little boy.

Although it looks alone actually around me a lot of spirits who want to be with me.

I never imagined I would be born a Naima

A child born different from a child in general .

A little boy who inevitably wants me to have to see what I shouldn't see.

I don't know if it's a gift or a test for me.

Seeing, feeling, even relating to something that is beyond human logic is really very tiring and can sometimes harm myself.

Gradually, I began to be able to accept this reality and still try to be a normal child like my age in general, even though it was not easy for me.

I am Naima a child who rarely gets affection from her mother.

And I had to accept that fact, that my mother was rarely next to me because she was always busy with her work.

Even so I have a warti mbok.

To me, Ms. Warti is not just a waitress and a nanny.

To me, Ms. Warti is like my own family, she is like the grandmother of my life.

I love him so much, and even Ms. Warti loves me so much with all her heart.

I can feel the sincerity of Ms. Warti in caring for and taking care of me.

Mbok Warti always accompanied me, when my mother was not at home.

Mbok Warti is the one who always prepares all my needs in the big house.

It is very difficult to be me, I am always in touch with the magical world who always see their form is very scary and sometimes make my hair goosebumps .

Even I had to enter another dimension of nature just to save a shackled soul that had to risk my own life for someone else. And it wasn't easy for me.

I don't know why I was born so different from everyone else.

I often ask myself, "why should I be born different, why am I not like a child in general?"

"Why do I have to go through all this?"

"What's my fault?"

Sometimes my wish is to live like a normal child and be born with a complete and harmonious family like my age.

I really want to have parents who always accompany me at night when sleeping.

I want to have a parent who is always by my side, a parent who helps with her child's homework, and who always wakes up in the morning to have breakfast together at the dinner table.

I want to talk to my parents about a lot of things.

I want to be able to play with them, laugh together

But everything is just a dream and I have to be willing to accept all this reality. That this is my life, I must keep all my desires in my heart.

Sometimes I want to tell my feelings to my mother, but she never has time for me.

Mom is always busy with her own business, I hope that one day things will change for the better.

Now I began to be able to accept myself with all the privileges and advantages that I had, a destiny that I could neither change nor run from.

Sometimes I think that if I grow up, there will be more things that I have to live, new things that I will meet in the end.

A new surprise that will always come suddenly in my life.

And never knew if it would be so dangerous for me or not.

In this case I need my physical and mental readiness.

I am Naima and this is the story of my life....