The little girl in the story dreams perhaps like the author of the book to be a teacher, to teach children how to read, how to draw and how not to be afraid of the enemy. That is beautiful and an expression of hope.

And so when the little girl in the story cries out, “enemy leave our city, we love it!” I feel it as her cry to shatter her inner wall; to eliminate her fear of the ‘other’ and of a false sense of self.

The enemy is fear and it lies within. In the name of fear, we have exterminated even our neighbors. Yet fear, unless faced remains. If we shy from facing our fear, the war continues for us and for our children long after the bombs stop.

That is my interpretation of your story. You have brought beautiful stories of love, color and hope to many children who never had the joy of books, nor written tales in their language. I look forward to reading them and to their message of hope.