From July 16, 2025, to September 17, 2025, the internet collectively tuned in every Wednesday to watch the latest episode of “The Summer I Turned Pretty (TSITP).” It was a perfect routine. Spend 45-60 minutes watching the episode, text your fellow Team Conrad friends to debrief, then spend the next week watching edits and theories on Instagram, X, and TikTok. For many of us, that was perfect. Not because the show was extraordinary—although watching Belly choose Conrad was tru

Two souls, so beautiful and intricate, cross paths seemingly by pure chance.  But is it really a coincidence that brought them together? No, it can't be.  There is meaning behind every soul you meet, a purpose, whether for you or them.  A fleeting conversation with a stranger or a life long friendship, each with its own value.  A knowing look, laughter shared, an awkward moment, and smiles exchanged.  Unexpected encounters and anticipated ones.  Our lives build up to each of

It is not beyond Georgetown’s capabilities, as a school of foreign service, to get involved in authentic conversations about Sudan. Those conversations, untainted by Western influence and opinions, exist within this very country. They are happening a few streets away from GU-Q in Al Jazeera Mubasher. This means the most authentic conversations on Sudan are happening in Arabic, and though I do not accept the ‘language divide’ excuse, it does create a wedge between Sudanese peo

Afghans - A Colorful People, Deeply Misunderstood AK-47s, Tank Wrecks, Blue Shuttlecock Burqas, A Series of Lethal Earthquakes and A Shut Down of the Internet... ...Afghanistan has always been associated with warfare rather than with welfare, with coercion rather than with cooperation, with terrorism rather than with hospitality. No wonder the first question I received after coming back from my summer trip was, "Why did you go there ?"– initially, this question evoked inexpre

Published in The Georgetown Gazette, Ameer Sadi’s recent article, “When Representation Becomes Collusion,” is an emotionally charged,...

I was driving a car today. A whole metallic body was moving according to my personal desire. I pressed on the pedals carefully to speed...

Coming into this event, I was presented with what seemed to be an oxymoron - “Global American Studies.” This was, frankly, a confusing...