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“Silenced Voices: The Ongoing Struggle of Women in Afghanistan”
The Taliban orders Afghanistan’s beauty salons to close. Afghan women barred from gyms. Afghan women in mental health crisis over a bleak future. Taliban ban women from working for NGOs. Afghan girls deprived of education. “They left us without … Continue Reading
Two mega production houses.
Two very anticipated releases.
One scored a billion dollars at the box office, and the other only achieved one-star reviews.
The perception of women in the media has always been a controversial subject. The objectification of women has been rooted in cinema and television for … Continue Reading
Art, often considered to be the most sacrosanct thing to ever grace the human race. Creating art was like meditation for the artists, expressing things which they couldn’t put into words from their art. Current times, however, paint a very bleak picture as far as art is concerned, like everything … Continue Reading
As pride month draws to a close, the insignia of this unsung war burn brighter than ever.
Artefacts imbued with great meaning have risen from the fertile earth of this decades-long struggle. Like the two sides of a coin, there are stories of terrible oppression hidden behind these rich and … Continue Reading
In the corner of my room,
At the back of my mind,
Stood you;
My first love.
My discount, second-hand bicycle.
With a basket and stickers
I made you my own,
The only thing in life
That I ever could.
Unfairly abandoned
As you changed colours… Continue Reading
My childhood is a blur
Most memories faded
Yet, stamps remnants of emotions inside
Especially yours, only after death,
May it fade.
Writing about you feels silly.
For Words couldn’t possibly explain.
Impact of grand magic and simple beauty
The birth, life and death of which are at the … Continue Reading
Life is but a Sisyphean task,
And I’ve almost reached the end;
Wanting to accept the inevitability of being mortal,
Yet, my mind keeps rolling back down
To times of the past, instead.
The boulder passes the point of no return;
And I’m transported back to that dreaded mid-life:… Continue Reading
Standing at the precipice of all that is nihilistic
I beam with narcissistic pride, looking down on a world so rustic
Of the ill-begotten notion that I’m the master of it all
I’m incomprehensibly delusional, deserving nothing at all
My grandiosity serves to reach an unattainable goal, an unclear … Continue Reading
Ahoy! Hither I step into the fabled land,
Of passion, of friction, of exhilaration and anguish.
With a proud head and a prouder stand,
I pledge to make to expand my realm, my fetish.
Oh, war of words, here I come!
I’m here to claim my throne-
Scratch … Continue Reading
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