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.
Read MoreMaybe my immense dislike of cooking and food has everything to do with the gendered aspect of it, the way I have seen my mother spend days and nights in the kitchen. Maybe I did not want to confine myself to it like her, which affected my ways with the food everyone else loves.
Read MorePerhaps it was through my mother’s meals that we were able to enter their community with our Kurdish language and identity. Perhaps this was how we managed to feel as safe as any other family in the neighbourhood.
Read MoreI and most of the women close to me lived there and I didn’t recall us ceding the city to the men. Here in Ethos, as if to vindicate me, is the unmitigated identification of Istanbul with its women.
Read MoreThe personal integration my parents wished for me was a process that ignored my Georgian heritage. I never claimed it and I never learned to claim it either, because I feared the social downfall my parents warned me about.
Read MoreWhen it comes to the construction of race in today’s discourse, is it merely based on phenotype without considerations to cultural and/or genetic heritage? What if one’s “look” does not match their “race”? Is “Blackness” or “Whiteness” merely on the basis of skin tone or do socio-cultural aspects also exist?
Read MoreMy mother threw away all the toys I had once held dear. She told me it was because they had gone dark, blackened, covered in soot from a fire in the apartment, a fire she said that had been the work of a warlock who wanted to destroy her.
Read MoreThe 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.
Read MoreI 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.
Read MorePleasure 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.
Read MoreThe seekh kebab roll exists somewhat synchronously to the way I do. What did somebody call a food they ate so often that it almost didn’t taste like anything anymore, except memory and instinct?
Read MoreBeirut never healed. It just learned to accept its predicament. Beirut, like our parents, is not resilient. It is broken.
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