azaadi

grúhún (eclipse) in the sky  nunchai salted with the tears of your grandmother, given its pink hue with the blood of martyrs the blood of martyrs, matching the red pherans one dead. two dead. three dead. four.  the sun has disappeared zain ul-abdin sheds tears for his people beyond the grave saraswati and shiva watch with downturned eyes…

Read More

The Bubble of Expat Privilege

My German and Chinese parents have always found it important for me to be culturally aware and open-minded. As a result, I am one of those lucky third-culture kids who got to spend the entirety of their primary and secondary education in bilingual and international schools.   It is a fair assumption that exposure to different…

Read More

Wolves and Lambs

Here we go, baby Early city, hungry to conquer The doors open but you Ignore the beggar on the train Weak grandfather eyes   As the herd swarms the streets, a mob Symphony, taxi!, mosh-pit cocaine Noises flashing Deaf in the eyes Feeling big, like its owner, its master Facing the forest of glistening towers…

Read More

Familiar, Familial Border

When do unattended-to childhood patterns Turn away from shame and Toward intentional tools of destruction Requiring only a whispered demand to be  handed the bleeding heart’s supply They count on your sadness to Fill their bottomless cup of gladness And before you know it You’ve been punched in the eye Swallowing excuses, like in generations…

Read More

jew-nerational trauma

What they’ll say: “What’s your opinion on Palestine?” “You don’t look very Jewish.” “You look too Jewish.” “Did you know that other gentile people died in the Holocaust, too?” What they mean: “Are you a Good Jew or a Bad Jew?” (There’s no right answer) “You would survive the Shoah.” “You wouldn’t.” “Your people need…

Read More

the blue mountained heart

softening denotes a lesson learned and overcome: the reunification of soul wisdom with the mind i examine a slice of the atrium wall, striations of color hidden by a neutral crust. my heart is coated with something gray yet inside it is still alive! i wait for the hardness to weaken by waters crash and…

Read More

Freedom: Thoughts on Growing Up as a Teenager

I thought that for my first contribution to the magazine, I should get a little personal to show who I am, or at least show a part of my identity. I define part of my identity as growing up as an only child in a sole parent household. I call it “sole parent” because I…

Read More

The Corporatization of Media and The Distortion of Political Reality

The media is driven by commercial bias, which is associated with advertisers who want to increase their profits. Aside from earning money, publications would be able to retrieve a diverse set of readers. Since journalism is a ‘dying’ industry, marketing and advertising are critical to media’s survival. Thus, readers would rather read celebrity or political…

Read More