When it comes to discrimination & persecution, I believe that we must always listen to those affected too. Which is how I came to write about a story of my Uyghur friend, Anisa.
Ever since my first big, grand love skidded to an abrupt halt a few years ago, I’ve been fascinated in learning, and understanding, the theory of love. My current relationship has made me come up with one.
I — like everyone else — dream of finding “the one” and growing old with the love of my life. But I have always been more concerned on finding that person, rather than getting married just for the sake of getting married.
Travelling changes you. That’s something that goes without saying. What we don’t know, or would not know exactly until we do, is how. How would travelling change us?
What makes you know that someone is the one? What makes you decide that someone is the person you would like to spend your whole life with?
This is not a topic I touch upon very often; actually, it’s not a topic I thought I would have to touch upon at all. I want to talk about Consent.
My father had always teased me for helping displaced refugees while being homeless myself, as I’d practically been homeless in the UK for more than two months.
If I were to explain what being in love is like, I would illustrate my first memory of wearing glasses at the age of eight. Yes, being in love is like wearing a new pair of glasses for the very first time.
The recent Charlie Hebdo tragedy has been reduced to either an act of terrorism or an attack on the freedom of speech. What some people fail to recognise is that it is only a violation of the freedom of speech when both sides have an equal view of the concept.
Call me cynical but I don’t believe in happy endings. What exists, then, are the moments.