Wake up, Pilipinas, they’re killing our students, children, and fellow countrymen. ​ They’ve actually been doing this for a long time now; we just became accustomed to it. ​ On April 19, 2026, Alyssa Alano, a student leader from the University of the Philippines Diliman (UPD), was killed in a military operation in Toboso, Negros Occidental. She was an activist and researcher, who stayed for a work immersion with farmers in the area prior to the brutal incident. Alano advocate

I have very little in common with Loki, Thor Odin’s brother from the Marvel Cinematic Universe; he is infamous for being the epitome of mischief, loss, distrust, and narcissism. However, not too long ago, I watched the TV Series that centers around his character, during which he is tasked with hunting down a variant of himself (bear with me, guys) to save what is referred to as a “sacred timeline.” This character’s villain origin story stems from fragile familial dynamics, lo

For years, the Tropaia ceremony at Georgetown Qatar included a student speaker chosen by the student body, a meaningful tradition that ensured students were represented at one of the university’s most visible and prestigious events. In a space attended by senior leadership and influential stakeholders, that platform mattered. Over the past two years, however, the administration’s posture toward student expression has noticeably hardened. When student speakers began using thei

Hello, again. It’s been a while since i was last here, was chained to this miserable reflecting pool. i dreamt of burning chariots and cursed the world for asking me to jump higher and higher. But hey, look. I made it. I’ll take my seat right here, next to my old, rusted shackles. There, nice and comfortable in the cold ocean spray. How have you been, my Moon with the whittled grimace? I forgot about you, to be honest. Too busy dying elsewhere to die over here. I was too busy

your last weeks at gu-q are not how you imagined them to be and it’s true, because this isn’t how it’s supposed to be: classes held online, the building empty, and all of us separated from each other it’s a bittersweet end to your four years, and my heart aches with you if the atrium could speak, do you think it would call out our names, and sing the same song of sadness we mark our days with? i went to campus for the first time since february, but i did not expect to

On the evening of April 8, my friend and I were driving around when we decided to head to GU-Q to get stuff from our lockers. Approaching one of Education City’s gates, we were met by barricades and a security guard. After some back and forth with the security guard we were able to go in. It was so quiet, with just a few cars passing by us. Approaching GU-Q felt odd yet comforting at the same time. Driving up towards the VIP entrance, I felt my heartbeat quicken, for a momen

The towers still stand in Katara's light, But sirens have learned to speak at night. The Gulf once calm now holds its breath, As missiles carve their paths toward death. Tehran burns and Doha trembles, The region shakes, the world disassembles. They struck Iran, they called it a need While Children learned new words for bleed. Hormuz is closed, the tankers wait, As diplomats argue trade and fate. But what of those beneath the fire? What of the mother, the son, the choir? The