For the Culture, By the Culture: How YouTube Channel ‘Pero Like’ Gives a Voice to Latinx and Hispanic Communities

In 2016, YouTube Channel and Facebook page Pero Like, on behalf of mother-company Buzzfeed, was founded as a digital platform specifically catering to Latinx voices. This platform showcases talented Dominicans, Cubans, Puerto Ricans, Mexicans, Hondurans and more, who create relatable content about everything from abuela’s crazy cleaning habits to depictions of different Latinx uncles, Selena…

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Saadat Hasan Manto: The Writer Who Is Not To Be Read

Having been born into a family of intellectuals and book lovers, I was astounded when a book was taken away from me on the account of me lacking the sensibility to understand it. This is how I would like to explain my first ever encounter with Manto. I was extremely intrigued by this incident. The…

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Sindh: Land of the Lost

How many mothers, how many children? How many girls, how many bodies? How many years of Barbarity Hunger Undue Thirst Tragedy Obliteration? When does the disease end, this disease that is worse than death? When do the thrones fall — when does the earth eat them? When does the sky descend? When does God’s wind…

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Fitting In vs. Standing Out: Being Black In Predominantly White Schools

A few months ago, I had a problem. Not specifically my problem, of course, but I had heard about it and, as one does, I involved myself in this problem. After all, it was indirectly meant for me. It was a Friday evening either in late November or early December. I had opened my Snapchat…

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how to be a conservative.

be a white woman give up my voice love my man and family harder and longer  than any other choice get on my knees recite my prayers pledge to give up my own ambition especially if he dares love my father  love my mother where else did the savings come from? couldn’t be my job…

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Domestic Violence: Hispanic Women Stuck In The Shadows

There was a Spanish song I heard only a handful of times growing up, playing in the car as my mami drove my cousins and I to the mall every Friday. I remember mindlessly and innocently trying to mumble along to the then-unknown lyrics; all I knew was that the beat was sick.  Despite growing…

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The Art of Praying

Gandhinagar, Hyderabad 2003 8:30am  I watched my aunt pour a golden glass of milk over the porcelain statue of goddess Lakshmi Devi. After milk came honey. Then water. I sat cross-legged, half paying attention to the pooja, half paying attention to my Cafurty Telephone Piggy Bank. It was filled with a few paise and stacks…

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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…

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