Abdul Karim is a sixth grade student at the Comforti Primary School. My plan was to follow him, for an entire day, from home to school and create a picture-story of his daily life. When I scheduled the day for Abdul Karim, I worrıed that it would not be enough to get to know him well. After explaining to Abdul Karim my intention and getting his permission, I anticipated a long walk toward his home. Unlike most of the other children, he was quiet. (He was so quiet that I knew, by looking into his eyes, he had a lot to say.) Our “long” walk lasted less than 2 minutes. We walked about 70 yards and here he was standing and staring at me in front of his house, waiting for me to understand that we were there. His story was as long as the distance we walked. “Father died, mother blind, have brother and sister, this is my house.” What else he really needed to say? What else I really needed to hear? This was the heard story of Abdul Karim, the unheard part is not written yet.