Celebrating this year’s Ied Mubarak, I would like to share some memories about my village. I spent 4 years of my life living in my village with my grandparents. My village is located on the north side of West Sumatra province, Indonesia. The name of the village is Koto Kaciak in Minangkabau language, or Kota Kecil in Indonesian. It literally means “small town”. So far about 500 people living in Koto Kaciak as we share borders with 4 other villages. Not, it’s not a remote area. The road is small, but cars often pass by. There are neat arrays of houses consisted to the traditional Rumah Gadang (with curved roofs symbolising water buffaloes’ horns), cozy houses built during colonial time, and slightly tacky houses built in the 90s and 2000s. But what I’m going to share is my house and my garden, along with some landscape photos of the nearby area that I visited. I may not be able to come home during this Ied Mubarak, but next year, I will be back in the village.