Self
Afraid of Forgetting; The Hands Pass Tradition
In hopes of keeping the tradition alive, the writer and photographer documents hands, and spaces as a means to keep tradition alive.
Simmering by ask.
Just last night, I was watching the fireworks from my window and that’s how I said it. But my hands were stabbing the air to barter with Their interest because Their eyebrows, from what little I could see, were creasing together to figure out... The triumph of good over evil; their meanings separated by region…
FINDING DEEPAVALI
THE TRADITIONAL DEEPAVALI, WITH ITS EMPHASIS ON FAMILY, COMMUNITY, AND RELIGIOUS RITUALS, OFTEN EXCLUDES THOSE WHO DON’T CONFORM TO SOCIETAL NORMS. FOR ME, THIS FESTIVAL HAS ALWAYS BEEN A BITTERSWEET AFFAIR.
A Labour of Existence by Shre Maha
Deepavali is two days away. Currently writing this in between some nei urundai making. I can’t feel my fingertips, it feels as though they may have melted off. However, I’d like for you to hear this.
In the Light of Now by Wan Adam
Penned down in the aughts of the pandemic, contributor Wan Adam unclogs a stream of conciousness in the wake of loss, isolation and finding a means to make sense of things in the absence of self.
Call Me Selfish but..
My writing here in no way is to intend a manifesto that calls upon students worldwide to agitate against the times to bring back normalcy within our lives.
I loathe and took an oath by Afiqa Khalieda
This short poem and prose was written by Afiqa Khalieda.
The Never Ending Business: To Rescue Ourselves by Zulkefli Zaid
This write-up was written to inspire those in search of strength to take charge of their lives. Notwithstanding that the future is filled with surprises, it is absolutely fine to hope for the better.
A Sense of Urgency by Alyssa Krista
Writer Alyssa Krista looks deep within, coming to terms with herself in an exploration of what feels most urgent to her.
