Written by Alysa Wu from United World College of South East Asia (UWCSEA), Singapore You wake up in the middle of the ice, in a bed of eggshell colored linen, of dreams burdened with the distant sins of roaring water by the coast, out the window. Drive, in a pale blue van, for what feels like miles through a Californian road without any roadsigns without any stops or gas stations to the home that you once had, where you once jumped in between the waves with your friends f
Written by Anabia Imran from Australia, Pakistan and Saudi Arabia The [shams] sun rises into the inky black [sama] sky; its light colors the black [qumash] canvas, spreading through the [dunya] world turning cities on; the air buzzing with [taqa] energy. When the big, bright ball reaches the top, it shines down, its diamond refractions the kind that hurts your eyes, makes you see shapes that aren’t real, but doesn’t let you look away. The sun lowers, shifting the above, it
