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

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

March 27, 2026, 3:51 P.M. After a week of calm, not receiving alerts and without any interceptions heard or shaking my doors, I felt hopeful that this will all come to an end soon. However, this morning we received an alert at 9:52 A.M., “The security threat level is elevated.” I was getting ready to go out with a friend for brunch, but the sound of the alert made me pause, a feeling of dread settling in my stomach. I consciously felt my hope diminish in that moment, just fr

On the 28th of February, the United States and Israel attacked Iran, prompting Tehran to launch missiles and drones at Israel and military bases in the Middle East where US forces operate. As of writing this, Iran has launched strikes on Bahrain, Iraq, Jordan, Kuwait, Oman, Qatar, Saudi Arabia, and the United Arab Emirates. In Iran, approximately 1,500 have been killed by US and Israel attacks, and as of now, the two states are still bombing Tehran, Isfahan, and Hamadan. The

The pendulum of time swings, until it doesn’t. It pivots back and forth; Once energy is exhausted, it just stops. Human lives function the same way, The tick of our existence halts when our time is up. What’s the worst part of it all? We do not know when, where, or how our existence ceases to be. We often overlook how quickly our lives, away from us, can flee. Taking things for granted is easy. “I hate it here,” someone mutters, because she could not buy a designer jacket. A

In February, storefronts glow red. By March, they glow green and gold. Chocolate hearts give way to date boxes wrapped in satin ribbon. Teddy bears are replaced by crescent-moon lanterns. The marketing emails barely pause between the two. One week, we are urged to prove our love. The next, to curate our piety. The shift feels cultural, even spiritual. But economically, it is seamless. The rhythm of consumption does not change; only the symbols do. Consider Valentine's Day. I

Liberalism today has caused us to stop thinking critically. The core idea of classical traditional liberalism has always been centered around individual freedom: the idea that you are free to do what you will without coercion. However, whether this concept has changed drastically or not in today’s world remains unanswered. In the 21st century, we are witnessing a strange phenomenon where the very philosophy designed to open the human mind has now, undoubtedly, begun to close

Against the backdrop of California’s sunny sky, Bad Bunny filled Levi's Stadium with love and appreciation for his culture. In his thirteen-minute halftime show, he powerfully defies the borders that the policies in the U.S. wish to draw. The 1.85 million square venue turned into a love letter to Latino and Puerto Rican history and culture. Bad Bunny opens his performance by walking through a sugar cane field with dancers working in the field, a visual referencing Puerto Ri

Why a U.S. Intervention in Iran Has Implications for the Whole Region Doha January 15 (Thursday), 3 a.m.: I check my phone for the fourth time. Still no alert. I look out of the window from the right side of my bed. Nobody is in the street, no people, no cars. Just as usual. Just utter silence. Over the past weeks, silence has become a betrayer, a repeat offender. It is just a matter of time before it leaves me again. Insomnia and worries have replaced peace and tranquillit

Some lessons aren’t spoken out loud; they’re learned through observations, and the reality of being a woman is one of them. Women were always taught to swallow the truth that they weren’t allowed to do the things their brothers did freely for their own protection; however, this is society’s way of justifying patriarchal control over women’s bodies as protection. One notable example is the restriction of a woman’s ability to travel to protect her, whilst their own male counter

There is so much we will never know unspoken words hushed whispers conversations behind closed doors We walk around carrying so much in our hearts unexpressed admiration apologies never uttered suppressed yearning Wouldn’t life feel so light if we were to have open hearts open minds and our truth out all the time Looking at you from afar I have so much to say but no courage to support my words I wonder is there anything you wish to say to me? I hope we find our voices our

Current Affairs . The phrase carries weight. In the email announcing the launch of the series, GU-Q described it as a “bold public series born for these destabilizing times. As power is asserted, contested, and reconfigured before our eyes, this series slows the churn of the news and turns to the intellectual force of this community to examine what has just occurred and what it sets in motion.” It is an ambitious promise, one that asks not just for expertise, but for care in

Professor Paul and Professor Clyde in a Dialogue: International Law Has Massively Suffered Under the U.S. Raid in Venezuela It truly feels like a funeral. I am relatively early and the room is already bursting. People are squeezing, more and more are rushing in at the last minute. Instead of engaging in a costly search for a vacant seat, many accept their fate and lean against the wall. Arms crossed and back pressed to the cool enclosure of the room, they start waiting impati

Being Aware of Disabilities Does Not Necessarily Encourage Students to Ask for Accommodations Coming back from a 10-day study trip at the American University in Cairo (AUC) has made one thing crystal clear: Georgetown University in Qatar is, by far, less representative of students with disabilities than AUC and other American universities in the U.S. What is the reason for the absence of students with disabilities on our GUQ campus? Is it merely "healthy" demographics that pr

Yesterday, I sent my mom a dot on WhatsApp to see if she’s online, like always. She wasn't, but I knew that she was on her way back to Ramallah after a short weekend in her hometown, Beit Ummar – a village on the outskirts of the infamous Hebron city, known for its original “ancient” leather shoes, perhaps the best Palestinian production. Naboly, since 1945, “Best leather comfort shoes." They're so good and durable that they last for generations; a son wears his father’s Nabo

Around a month ago now, I got an email from Doha Debates inviting me (and anyone else who signed up at their booth during the Career Fair) to sign up for one of their upcoming debates. The question posed to the would-be debaters was as follows: “Superintelligence, Is humanity ready for the intelligence explosion?” Putting aside that ‘superintelligence’ and the ‘intelligence explosion’ are both entirely meaningless and demagogue-like phrases, the debate topic (which should

After fourteen years of war and the toppling of the Assad regime on December, 8th 2024, Syria faces an unparalleled reconstruction task. One third of the country’s capital stock is damaged or destroyed, and the estimated rebuilding bill accumulated to hundreds of billions of dollars. The World Bank’s “best estimate” is about $216 billion (roughly ten times of Syria’s 2024 GDP), while other assessments put it as high as $250–400 billion. Syria’s economy has contracted sharpl