The Palestinian Genocide is systemic, calculated, a machine of annihilation and there’s no parallel to the country's devastation in world history.
I remember the first time I stepped into the female compartment in the metro, I knew this marked a significant difference in the commute experience of women.
What moral standard does a country hold when in war they attack the place they themselves have declared to be a “permanent safe zone?”
While I was diagnosing myself and the society out there, I saw my father.
What is the feeling of celebrating independence knowing it marks the darkest day in another people's history?
Smoother violence fills our hearts like charming splinters. The irony is I am the first of my women
It is crucial to include a gender perspective in transportation infrastructure. It is a world built by men for men
In Bethlehem, baby Jesus is seen wrapped in the Palestinian keffiyeh, lying amid the rubble. No softly lit manger opened its door for him, and certainly no wise man was there to bless the unforetold future
I was 18. The power station over the Brahmaputra failed sometime that evening, so the lights went out. It was so hot and humid, my nerves gave up on feeling it after a point. After being with my friends by the river till half past ten, coming back home, I felt so empty that a certain rage filled me. I hated myself for going along with laughter that was so banal in those moments it made my lips ache just to keep them apart. I hated the city. Everything seemed without substance. That was the night in June when I came to know Llewyn.
The movement after Mahsa’s death had forced Iran’s morality police off the streets until recently.
In exchange for the presidential suites at the Ritz and so on, the men holding our city keys have already opened our skies to all that may come.
This was a conversation between two friends.A conversation inspired by Virginia Woolf, who passed away on March 28, 1941
“How tragic it would be if you were wasted”, made me smile in a melancholic way. I know moments when “unnecessary things are our only necessities”. And I’ve not been hesitant to give “rebellion its fascination” and “disobedience its charm.”
In celebration of Gabriel Garcia Márquez, born on this day, March 6, 1927.
But I understand. I am part of a historic pattern. So not everything is personal. I can't help but fall into some of the traps and become prey to some of the vultures.
I am not ready to be a failure yet.
We can’t just wish things away, we can’t disown parts of our culture and country because they don’t fit our particular ideal. That is a cop-out, an easy way out, that is claiming we are pristine, and the dirt lives elsewhere, claiming we are saints and that is not our sin.
For these morbid thoughts, go to the mountains and cry. For these morbid thoughts, kill all your darlings. For these morbid thoughts, shower as soon as you can. For these morbid thoughts, know that it won’t pass.
