Written by: Jeammie Taonga Chakulya Young people are tired of being told to wait their turn. Around the world, youths are stepping into the streets not because it is fashionable, but because silence has stopped working. When systems feel slow, unequal, or unresponsive, protests becomes more than a right, it becomes a language of survival. Yet the moment young voices grow louder, the law often steps in with restrictions, permits, and warnings. This creates a tension many youth

Written by: Jo Tam “Did you know flights towards Europe are now passing through the North Pole to reach their destination? That takes a hell lot more time, don’t you think?” With wild, startled eyes, I dragged my gaze across the room to my sister, who voiced those words with a twitch at the corner of her mouth. Outside our window was the vast night sky, my sister’s screen reflected on the glass. Flight booking websites, I saw, casting a glaring shade of light upon the dim voi

Written by: Fatima Omer America and Iran sat on one table after decades. Pakistan reached a new level of significance in modern geopolitics. Israel and Lebanon had a ceasefire, which Israel violated on the very day of announcement. Samud flotilla started sailing for Gaza, got intercepted. Oil crisis led to numerous countries imposing policies like fuel rationing and remote working. Assassination attempt in Whitehouse gathering. Dear April, you began with hopes for peace lik

Written by: Alessandra Joelle There is an obvious contradiction in longing for the better while settling for less. In a country burdened with recurring struggles, this silence between us becomes deafening. We wish for bravery, and yet the moment it stands before us—we turn away. We constantly demand for accountability, yet excuse complacency. Why is it that the very courage we long for becomes something we resist when it asks something from us? Why do we deny what we have alw

Written by: Claire Bizzell America has progressed. Not in a positive way. Not in a way of social love and equality. Not in the way we should be progressing. No, America has progressed in a way of apathy. We have bombed the innocents, And the majority of our country couldn’t care less. They share the posts glorifying real life tragedies, Mocking and laughing at people who, at their core, Are no different than them. America may be progressing in many ways, But we need to progre

Written by: Fatima Studying for my test on WW1, my mother's voice caught my attention. “The annual Karachi book fair is from 18-22 December. Fatima, start preparing your list.” In a moment, Serbian nationalist groups and Archduke Ferdinand’s visit to Bosnia got pushed back and only one thought became prominent: It’s December again. December, a symbol of conclusion, a time not only to rewind but also prepare. A month that makes you ask yourself, “Did I do enough?” So to answer

Written by: Renee Description: An open-letter to my former best friend. My greatest what-if, the one I lost. To my greatest what if, Hey, How are you? Another year is about to pass again, And here I am, still writing another open-letter for you. I’m still thinking about you. After all these years. It’s been almost a decade since we last talked, I think. And I’m still here. Thinking about you. I wonder if you’re thinking about me too? Probably not. And I understand. It’s okay

Written by: Sage Alister In the corner of a room A vague feeling seemed to bloom This self loathing that used to consume An unknown force that made me fume This moment in which I thought I had escaped Yet always came back, I am played by fate After hours, this little child began to agitate What started as comfort felt to be unsafe Yet a faint, calm, and serene melody plays Somewhere near a familiar hallway A strong rhythm that leads me astray Arriving at the destination, hopi

Written by: Jo Tam A wish proved luxury, the urge to halt the showers Strenuous runaways from cosmic dust to drop the fright Astrophobia, an illness adorned with wonders How could a girl, in her frail power, peel each crashing star from its might? A long path stretched for loneliness to hit closure Marked my map like a chessboard, still yet to be clean And abruptly they jumped off cliffs to pen new chapters Shoved me beneath the black yonder to be obscene I dashed despite my