Contributions – Month 2

This quarantine, like for most people has negatively impacted my personal and head space as well. I identify as a homosexual person who is struggling to understand their gender. Is it necessary to label myself as queer, cis, fluid or something else? Will the label help me understand myself better or will it put me […]

BY: Arisha Ali Bio: Arisha is a self taught artist based in the UK. Currently doing her masters in education. She hopes her art can bring joy to people’s lives. Her Instagram handle is @sitaradoodles

BY: AREEJ JAMSHED Mostly I draw strictly in black and white. But recently I decided to put all my color pencils to use. So I made an entire series of patterns using different shades of each color of the rainbow

Artwork by: Azqa Azim BY: Umey Aiman  they say great things happen post sehri so i sat down to write about her Is this poetry or prose? who knows? borders, divisions and binaries. Who decides the structure? what is it going to be? i’ll let it decide for itself or i’ll let her decide.  

  Artwork by: Badtameez Bahu By: Shafaq Javaid Junior asks me if I want a king-sized joint or a small one. Small; kal roza rakhna hai,yaar, zyada nasha kar kay kaam nai hota, I tell him. I go to Zarah auntie’s after iftar every day. “Zarah auntie tumhari doosri Ma hai jo roz shaam ko

Artwork By Arisha Ali By: Contributor I was around 14 or 15 when I first started getting bullied. Perhaps, it was because I wasn’t the stereotypical girly girl that everyone wanted me to be. I never wore dresses, I walked differently, I talked differently, and, apparently, that was weird to most people. I lived away

Artwork by: Zunaira Sethi  By: Rameen Saad In our neo-liberal age, where the political infiltrates all areas of our lives, it is key to note the construction of identity. The global habitus puts self-actualization and identity formation on a pedestal, and offers primacy to significant markers of homogeneity, where ethnicity, religion, and nationality are a

Artwork by Shaza Irfan  By: Saba Emna Mir I travel so far, but my body is home for it, I do not atone lashings in blues and reds stretch marks etched like a long, staggered cloud at sunset wrapped around the belly of earth now deemed old epithets, yearning for tongues to reveal brown, aged

BY: Vicky Zhuang Yi-Yin   I am a woman, a man and a child I am a human, I’m living, I’m wild The world that I’m living in Is chaos and fire Hate is a ruler And I do not admire The rules are complicit Divisive, armed with ire Admonished and hampered Because I don’t