Part XXVIII: Use of Languages in the Republic

Featured Illustration: Lyn Risling *Note: This work was inspired by the history of language imperialism and the constitutions of countries including, but not limited to, India, Bangladesh, and South Africa. Emulating the style of several real constitutions, Levinthia’s constitution devotes long passages to explaining the importance of developing indigenous languages, despite maintaining the use of…

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Tackling Colorism in Asian Communities

Featured Illustration: Katherine Tsai When we think of racism, the easiest thing that comes to mind is ignorant white folk and the ghost of colonialism past (is it though?) and the pain it has consequently brought us for years. What we sometimes fail to criticize, and even acknowledge at times, is the racism that exists…

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Uyghur Muslims: Oppression and Forced Labour – A New Trend For The Fashion Industry?

Featured Image: Lutpulla – Anonymous “Kindness is a mark of faith and whoever is not kind has no faith.”  – Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) . . . The History: Uyghurs are a Muslim minority group in Xinjiang, a northwestern region in China. Xinjiang is the ‘so-called’ home to 10 million Uyghurs. From having their own culture…

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The language of love that you taught me

My mother told me to ‘Find someone who we love as hard as you’ I listened and this is where it has taken me An unwanted refugee of your heart A cycle of piercing memories Like my existence is for you to wear And my soul you stole so silently.   I cannot speak what…

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Memories of Your Ocean Blue Eyes

The crescent moon is glimmering as we’re lying down beneath the stars. The film is silently playing while the fireflies surround the yard. As our hands lightly touch, it makes me want to give you all that I have. Drowning in your ocean blue eyes. The smell of your perfume lingers in my sheets, a…

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Eldritch Zone

One step I took back, one step I took forward. Losing control of my demented mind. Passing by crowded places, many sources of vile spaces. Velvet teardrops are splashing the cold, hard cement ground. As I see the torn leaves dwindling down the narrow road, a sight beckons me to throw it at great height,…

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