Nabanna is a traditional rice and cake festival in Bangladesh. The word nabanna means "new food." My understanding is that this festival began in Dhaka, the capital city of Bangladesh, in 1998. Nabanna celebrates the first harvesting and cooking of Aman rice.

On holidays, I get up early, pray, and go out into the garden. The different flowers in the garden look like a museum exhibition. I might be able to discover the rhythm of a beautiful song in the sound of the butterflies and birds flying around. My day begins with reading a story. Beginning the day like that makes me want to do good things all day. So that is a special time.

I went to the cattle market and bought a cow for this year's Eid festival of sacrifice. I took a photo of myself with the cow.

This painting is of the mukhebhat ritual, where a baby eats its first solid food. Our lives are rich in religious and social rituals. This is one. People do this ritual a lot in our society. We do it when the baby is seven months old.

I attended the wedding of the sister of a friend of mine. I liked the way the bride looked. That's why I drew this picture.

My school is dear to me. I love to go to school. I also love to see the green trees and plants on the way to school.

Dhaka is really crowded. We have too much water for the drainage canals to handle, and everything floods when we get a lot of rain. People then need to use boats or rickshaws or cars to get around.

My father, mother, and I went to Sylhet in winter. We took a boat ride on the swamp near the fields of tea. I took pictures to help me remember the beautiful natural scenery.

We have two kinds of poor people in our city. One kind is children who work hard to survive. Some of them gather waste paper to sell. The other kind is beggars who sit along the road and ask for alms. The adult in the picture is wearing a hat and begging for alms. I have drawn a picture of poor people.

I had never been to a real countrybazaar. But I finally got to see one when we went traveling. It was really fun.

Bangla (Bengali) is our national language. Many heroes sacrificed their lives for this language. To honour their memory, on 21 February every year we visit the Shaheed Minar (a monument in Dhaka to honour those who sacrificed their lives to make Bengali the national language). We offer flowers to pay our respects to them.

My friend Jewel and I go to school by a cycle rickshaw. Many of my friends cannot go to school as they have to work. On the way to school, I see them and feel very sad.

I go to our garden after getting up from sleep in the morning. Various kinds of flowers bloom in the morning. Butterflies keep flying. Birds sing. It is good to do exercise in the morning. So, I stretch my hands and legs a little.