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I Implore the Wind: Where Do I Belong?

I Implore the Wind: Where Do I Belong?

Between hundreds of years-old trees I’m searching for my past at top of the mountains. Within shades of greens asking the rivers watering the meadows. Speaking with lotus flowers lying on river beds I’m touching rocks trying to understand what is missed. What is it to belong? What determines belonging? I’m hurt inside by the [...]

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Haiti’s Leadership Against Imperial Hubris

Haiti’s Leadership Against Imperial Hubris

By Michel-Ange Cadet Negro: that’s what they called us. Not to designate our person but mainly to assert a supposed supremacy which they believed themselves to hold and in the name of which we had to serve them, work however they wished, and satisfy all their whims, wealth, glory, pleasures… They wanted to make us [...]

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College Street, Kolkata: Where Life and Dreams Merge In Books

College Street, Kolkata: Where Life and Dreams Merge In Books

Books, first and foremost, must disturb, provoke, and yes, unmake me. For me, reading is as important as watching open-blue skies, electric poles with stray crows of afternoon and patches of white clouds that resemble bales of cotton. I suppose I was lucky or smart enough to find College Street while I was young, because [...]

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Defying Male Oppression With Women’s Laughter

Defying Male Oppression With Women’s Laughter

In Turkey, women are truly worried about the future. One reason for this is that those who rule the country — rather than solving real problems such as stemming the rise in violence against women, finding solutions for female homicide or generating employment for women — are limiting their political engagement with women to issues [...]

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Poetry Is a Tunnel, a Forest in the Human Heart

Poetry Is a Tunnel, a Forest in the Human Heart

As I move down the streets, where the fog from the sky melts with the dust, the streets become hazy…. And this reminds me of my own soul – The perennially hazy evening that my soul is. I still remember the afternoon when one of my boisterous uncles, perhaps out of concern, said to me, [...]

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