The Baloch, Pashtun, Kurd, Kashmiri, the people of Gilgit-Baltistan, and all colonized people and states should think about the best possibilities for collaboration.

The dictator is giving a tour through his New Museum of the Crimes of the Terrorist People which is adjacent to his third favorite Caspian palace, the gold and white one.

I was convinced I would go to hell and burn. Today, even as I don’t believe in Hell anymore, the fear of burning remains.

In Syria, while under siege and chemical warfare, under the bombardment of the Assad regime and US airstrikes, under Israeli occupation in the Golan Heights and ISIS extremism; Syrian women and youth hold onto creative practices that create a sense of belonging and love during a context of total death.

27 days and I still refuse to eat. They give me a liquid solution to resist and live. And all I ask for is freedom for me and my family. Here is a summary of my story. These are my crimes.

The monstrous Nazi experimentation on Romani children was not the work of ‘mad scientists’ but something even more frightening: scientists who were quite sane.

We can’t talk about climate change without talking about occupied lands, disability, displaced populations and gender equality. It’s a crisis yes, but it’s not transcendent. It’s important, yes; but not more important than any ongoing human rights struggle.

As if suffering nearly nine years of what the United Nations has deemed the “crime of extermination” at the hands of a totalitarian dictatorship wasn’t enough, Syrians still have to deal with Westerners determined to whitewash Bashar al-Assad and his regime’s barbaric use of chemical weapons.

For the urban/modern/civilised gaze, the source of rising fascism and racism are the inferior animalistic masses who must be repressed. It serves no purpose besides codifying townsfolk who are defined through their proximity to nature as lower life forms enslaved by their savage instincts and civilization as its’ superior antithesis.

Art, history and culture are also our resistance against the Israeli state because it represents a future for the Palestinian people. Documenting the past, and creating new culture and art means that there is something for Palestinians to continue building in the future.

We saw it happen to other people, to Bojack, to Diane, and we looked on in fear and awe, hoping we wouldn’t have to go through the same. We did, of course. Later on, we did. 

From experimental artists, musicians and DJs, to skateboarders and analog video enthusiasts; a new cultural trend -one favoring an independent and experimental approach- is making waves across the local and regional art scene.

There is something to food beyond the sustenance it provides. There has to be because what compels me to spend a copious amount of money at an Asian restaurant for some rice and a viand just to taste something reminiscent of home?

There is a cloud of doubt over us that can scare us from suggesting things we love to others, even sometimes to people we love. I hate that cloud. I should be able to drag someone to something I like and explain why I do so if necessary.

Music has the ability to stay with us and it associates itself with a particular time period in our memories. Listening to that piece of music means reliving that moment again. Your body is etched in the present but your mental state is constantly travelling.

It is the story of when you are doing something wrong while failing to comprehend it, so you do it repetitively, you mess up horribly, and experience consequences. Besides that, this is a quirky and at times corny high-school fiasco revolving around 15-year-old Devi Vishwakumar.

Solarpunk, then, is a challenge to the modern adage that it is easier to imagine the end of the world than the end of capitalism, to which I can add ‘and growth-oriented economies’. It seeks to make imagining the end of capitalism easier, to make alternatives more reachable to the popular imagination, and to build community resilience in the process.

The position of the photographer and the gaze it dictates, reveal a hunger to capitalize on all forms of labour. In this case, the time workers spend posing for, hence creating the core content of the book - for free.

Pleasure is a form of freedom. When we fight for freedom, we can also attain it on a mundane, cellular, day to day way. When we honour our desires and daily pleasures, we carve out pathways to liberation.

Discovering new music is always very exciting, but discovering emo music as a little brown girl over a cup of chai and a bowl of Maggi noodles is truly something else.

The truth of the matter is this – we don’t need you to give us access to our own heritage (that is our right) and we certainly don’t need you to give us voices – we have our own!

For a people whose culture was systematically discriminated, stolen, assimilated and erased, speaking matters. Speaking matters as it functions as a means of not forgetting what happened and is happening. It’s exciting to see these artists walking surely through the thick cloud of prejudices against Kurds and insisting on speaking their stories in Kurdish and hopefully this is just the beginning.

I'm an 18-year-old Pakistani […] I grew up with random people making me feel like I am a burden to my dad. I grew up with my dearest ones telling me that I must not dream too big, as one day I'll have to give up on those dream for a man’s fragile ego. I was taunted by my relatives for not knowing how to cook. I was instructed to bow down to my husband’s will. I was taunted in the middle of traffic when people beside me whispered: "How shameless for a female to drive."

I could relate to Devi a lot. Maybe it is because Devi wears striped shirts and mom jeans — things I wear every day, like a cartoon character -- maybe it’s her way of dealing with trauma, maybe it’s that the only emotion she expresses in public is anger and that she is constantly fixated on doing things that would look good on her university applications, or maybe it’s simply her relationship with her mother.

Aesthetics like Kaling’s seem unaware that you can be attached to your culture, informed by it, but also break it down, question it, tear it apart to create holes in it so more voices can come through. It is uncomfortable work, but it is possible –— I know many Indians and South-Asians across the world that do it every day.   

Hollywood celebrates representation politics and white saviourism as it did in Green Book, The Help or Driving Miss Daisy. It tries to be something new when in fact, it stays very loyal to Hollywood’s legacy.

Istanbul’s particular legacy of continual destruction – that of nature, history and the city itself – is certainly a source of great chagrin and resignation for its denizens. But not just that: a great deal of fight, discourse, resistance, civil solidarity and determination swirls around these issues, renewing one’s faith in humanity in new ways every day.

It’s a steep learning curve to manage your first-world preferences when you go back to a beloved society which still prefers to cook over a flaming hole in the ground. So if you, like me, moved to London and became a vegetarian because you wanted to ruin your grandparents’ lives, here’s how you can still enjoy yourself.

Written with hindsight, Wasif seems to long for times, when the three religions lived together. This nostalgia sounds less like a tribute to the Ottoman rule and more of a yearning for a unified Jerusalem.

That night, one of them walked into a place in Barcelona where I felt safe and didn't bother to cover the horrible nazi tattoo on his back. Instead, he acted as if he was doing the most natural thing in the world.

How did an urban legend about a street in Istanbul named after a Japanese admiral turn into a gateway drug for fascist ideology?

Istanbul discourse is a dangerous quagmire of clichés, of which "bRidGe BeTweEn eASt aNd wEsT" is but one. But those of us who have lived here long enough are hyper-sensitive to the political intentions behind every statement concerning Istanbul.

I had begun considering Pakistan nothing greater than, and I quote an actual sentence I once said, “a lifeless soulless husk; just a place on the world map next to giants like China.” So as this kid silently bops his head to AJJ, I think back to the first time I found life in Pakistan when I visited Sehwan Sharif.

Beirut never healed. It just learned to accept its predicament. Beirut, like our parents, is not resilient. It is broken.