The People Only Have The People
The people only have the people. They gather in ruins, Share dreams like contraband, And begin again— Not as kings or kingslayers, But as fools with faith enough To walk, again, into the storm.
A Can of Worms
When the right to protest is criminalized and voices of the marginalized are silenced by tanks and troops, the nation must ask itself—what, exactly, are we protecting?
Where Have All the Fathers Gone?
I am not a scholar or a policymaker. I’m a mother—a role that has taught me more about the needs of society than any classroom or boardroom could. Raising children…
Unburied
She had the head of a woman. They said that meant something. She thought. She watched. She did not act. Protection, maybe. Maybe not. No sword. No sermon. Just the…
In Search of Man
“My ancestors sought God in silence, I seek Man amidst the thunder of falling empires.” What is water, if not the mirror of our condition? It flows, it yields, it…
A Thousand Years of Silence
Instead, smoke and dust wove a new history— one of obscured horizons and unrelenting heat, of streets where the wind carried not the scent of pine but the acrid breath of engines. Perhaps, if the words were spoken again, their truth would be sharpened by irony: “A thousand years a city, and a thousand years a wasteland.”
An Anecdote on Archetypes
But here’s where it gets spicy. Sexuality—oh yes, we’re going there—is front and center in Hindu philosophy. Unlike some other traditions that prefer to sweep it under the rug, the Puranas dive right in. They don’t just give us archetypes like Shiva and Durga; they also explore the, shall we say, *human* side of things. Case in point: Mohini, Vishnu’s female avatar. She’s the ultimate femme fatale, seducing Shiva to keep him from meddling in Vishnu’s plan. It’s like a cosmic rom-com, but with higher stakes—immortality, anyone?
Redefining Her History
The death of Muhsin Hendricks, known as the world’s first openly gay imam, may offer some insights into the persecution of women, historically as also today. He was shot dead in South Africa. He led a mosque for marginalized Muslims and, despite threats to his life, once said, “the need to be authentic was greater than the fear to die.”
Revisiting Death of an Icon
Our imagination thrives because it coexists with replicated realities. Without competing alternatives, where only a single pure original exists, there would be no ambiguity—and thus no need for artistic exploration or resolution.
Big Brother’s Bible
In a world that feels 1984, Mar-a-Lago schemes behind a gold door. A Capitol stormed on a fateful day, With flags and chants in disarray. Now rockets gleam for a Martian tour. Tesla stands poised for an EV fight, While tariffs on China dim import light. “God bless us all,” the speeches proclaim, But power and greed play the ultimate game— Theocracy cloaks a totalitarian might
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