“I Am the Tiger”
<p>“One day, I found a baby tiger,” Nayla tells me. “I thought it was just a really cute kitten. So I brought it home. I was with my friend, and she was like, ‘Nayla, it doesn’t look right…’,” she continues.</p>
<p>Nurul Nayla Azmi Dalimunthe, whose full name means “first shining light,” is sunshine in human form. She tells me her story, her smile radiating warmth, her eyes catching light and holding memories, as we sit with our mugs of butterfly pea tea after dinner. We’re in the dining room of my homestay in Timbang Lawan village on the island of Sumatra in Indonesia, where I and four other women participants have gathered to learn about visual storytelling through a Photographers Without Borders workshop. Rainy season has begun, and a deafening storm rages outside. The lights flicker as the deluge gets progressively louder — but still, it feels warm and cozy underneath the corrugated tin roof that shelters us.</p>
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