Name Change Earlier this semester, the Global Cafe branch in the Humanitarian Building was renamed to "O Street Café" in homage to the DC campus' Leo O'Donovan Dining Hall—simply known by Hilltop Hoyas as “Leo's”—and in honor of the 47th President of Georgetown University, Leo J. O'Donovan. The name change also comes with "an updated menu and updated branding around the cafeteria," according to an email from Amanda Look Sarmiento, Assistant Director of Auxiliary Services. Thi

On November 24, the Southeast & East Asian (SEA) Club at Georgetown organized the “Dalgona Candy Challenge” at the Red Square. The event was attended by over thirty Hoyas and received support from the events department, who helped to decorate the event into a “Squid Game”-inspired themed set. Participants in the event are given a piece of dalgona candy and asked to carve a shape out of it–such as a circle, a bread, a triangle–without cracking it. Winners are awarded Asian ins

The summer of 2021 was an eventful time in Pakistan, for it was when the highly anticipated web series, “Midsummer Chaos”, landed in Pakistan. A youth-led project, Midsummer Chaos came with the promise of revitalizing a media industry that was constrained by censorship, nepotism, and fierce competition from Indian and American offerings. The series pays tribute to web-based over-the-top (OTP) services like Netflix and Amazon Prime by being distributed online via Youtube. It w

We all have heard about Neuralink. The majority of people have considered Neuralink to be an ambitious project that has the potential to heal even the most incurable of diseases. However, others assume that the core mission of this project is to control humans. But what exactly is Neuralink? A threat to humanity? Or the beginning of a new age of development in medicine and medical treatment methods? Neuralink is a brain-machine interface technology that sinks electrodes into

“You don’t have to wear that thing, you’re free to take it off!” How many times have Hijabi women had to hear that? While the people saying this may believe that they are doing a favor upon the woman by saving her from this oppressive piece of cloth issued by an oppressive belief system, they do not realize how oppressive their ideas are. In the last few decades, there has been a widespread notion that Muslim women need to be saved and rescued from their religious believes an

Imagine a world where people’s fates solely rely on one individual — a young woman. The young woman standing in front of an assembly — emblazoned in gold — blindfolded, a sword in one hand, and heavy scales on the other. She stares down at those who look back up at her, all of them gazing at her with unwavering hope, waiting with bated breaths for her to give the final verdict. In this world, the people have always been taught that this is the way through which justice is del

The restless poignancy that she has been feeling over the past 2 weeks only escalated this Tuesday. The perplexed and sporadic emotions of unsettling despondency increased that dejected agitation, that feeling of boredom and apprehension which was all so intricately linked that her brain could not disentangle this giant mess of sentiments. Deep down in her heart, she could fathom the ongoing anxiety that had completely blanketed her, suffocating her slowly and gradually; she

Taking the first step outside the house to go to university this year was unforgettable. It was the first time in a while where I stepped outside the house wearing something other than my sweatpants. Absorbing the sun’s rays while witnessing the world around me felt as if I was being recharged. I sat in my car and flipped through all the social media apps possible throughout the ride in anticipation of the first university-related post. I was a bird who had been trapped in a

The Baghdadi evening was on the 18th of November and was the Iraqi Cultural Association's very first event. The club received support from the organization Voices of Iraq and, of course, the events department at Georgetown. The event began with an opening speech from vice-president Areej Raad and a Kahoot game hosted by the club president Alak Raad quickly followed. Iraqi music sounded through the speakers, Iraqi games were played, Iraqi food was served, and an Iraqi dabke w

Inang Bayan Ko (My Motherland), How does it feel to be blessed? To be able to dance with Idianale in the rice fields, And have Agwe’s rivers purify your sacred crest? Inang Bayan Ko, How does it feel to experience wonder? To revel in Apolaki’s infinite morning star, And rejoice with his sister, Mayari, your nightly defender? Inang Bayan Ko, How sad you must have felt, As the vicious Bakunawa swallowed the moons …The tears you must have shed; the sorrow you must have dealt As

There were days we prayed side by side Watched as our congregations lessened Noted gaps left by those who died Souls stolen in mere seconds Recalled now only in past tense By journalists with no moral sense A ceasefire, in name alone Safety, a privilege unknown To those that chose to stay, To those that could not flee Their fate as those that could— Distance does not set you free Eyes fall on body counts in bold text A citizen one day, a martyr the next Glorified by the media

Have you seen the recent sunset skies? With the cottony clouds and lovely hues? Golds and blues now shimmer in our eyes To herald autumn, that lovely muse! And with the autumn comes a chill A welcome break from the summer sun; To some a menace, to others a thrill - A time to unwind now that summer’s done. “It’s good weather, come and see! The autumn winds are calling me; Join me for some coffee, a cup o’ tea Or does a walk sound more to your fancy?” “Grab a book, soak in the