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MARGINS<br />
MAGAZINE<br />
VOL V. ISSUE III<br />
JUNE MMXXIII
Visual Credits: Birmingham Museum Trust<br />
community<br />
noun<br />
/kə-ˈmyü-nə-tē/<br />
1. a group of people with a common characteristic<br />
or interest living together within a<br />
larger society.<br />
resiliency<br />
noun<br />
/ ri-ˈzil-yən(t)-sē/<br />
1. an ability to recover from or adjust easily<br />
to adversity or change.<br />
Visual Credits: Birmingham Museum Trust
LAND ACKNOWLEDGEMENT<br />
& EQUITY STATEMENT<br />
We shall neither condone nor tolerate behaviour that undermines<br />
the dignity or self-esteem of any individual or creates an intimidating,<br />
hostile or offensive environment in our physical and digital<br />
spaces. It is our collective responsibility to create spaces that are<br />
inclusive and welcome discussion. Any form of discrimination and<br />
harassment will not be tolerated. Hate speech rooted in, but not<br />
limited to, anti-Muslim, anti-Semitic, sexist, racist, classist, ableist,<br />
homophobic, or transphobic sentiments and/or remarks will not be<br />
tolerated. We all have an obligation to ensure that an open and inclusive<br />
space, free of hate is established. Any behaviour that does not<br />
demonstrate an understanding of these principles and/or creates an<br />
unsafe atmosphere will not be tolerated.<br />
To recognize the land is an expression of gratitude and appreciation<br />
to those whose territory you reside on, and a way of honouring<br />
the Indigenous people who have been living and working on<br />
the land from time immemorial. It is important to understand the<br />
long-standing history that has brought you to reside on the land, and<br />
to seek to understand your place within that history. Colonialism is<br />
a current ongoing process, and we need to build our mindfulness of<br />
our present participation.<br />
Visual Credits: Kyle Bushnell<br />
The first step is to acknowledge that we, <strong>Margins</strong> <strong>Magazine</strong> & The<br />
UTSC Women’s and Trans Centre, are on the traditional land of the<br />
Huron-Wendat, the Seneca, and most recently, the Mississaugas of<br />
the Credit River. We would like to sincerely pay our respects to their<br />
elders past and present, and to any who may be here with us today,<br />
physically, mentally, and spiritually. Today, these lands are still the<br />
home to many Indigenous people from across Turtle Island and we<br />
are grateful to have the opportunity to work on this land.<br />
For more information, check out native-land.ca to<br />
learn more about the land you reside on.
A (VERY LATE) NOTE FROM...<br />
Arya Bhat,<br />
Editor-in-Chief<br />
I can’t believe we’re at our last ever issue of <strong>Margins</strong><br />
<strong>Magazine</strong>! Beginning from scratch in the early stages of<br />
the pandemic to publishing over ten issues with an international<br />
team of such incredible writers, editors, and<br />
creatives, I’m so proud with how far this organization<br />
has come since its (very) humble beginnings.<br />
In this issue, we explore the theme of resiliency and<br />
community. Through personal narratives, interviews<br />
with community leaders, and many more, this issue tells<br />
the tale of multiple stories grappling with very human<br />
experiences and their own way of finding resilience in<br />
their journey.<br />
While it is difficult to accept <strong>Margins</strong>’ indefinite closure,<br />
I am eternally grateful for everyone believing in us and<br />
helping us to get to where we are today. As I journey<br />
into a new chapter of my life, I wish you all of you the<br />
best of luck in you future endeavours and next chapters.<br />
With love and gratitude,<br />
Arya<br />
Shagun Kanwar,<br />
Managing Editor<br />
Returning to <strong>Margins</strong> <strong>Magazine</strong> as the Managing Editor<br />
to support the last 3 issues has been pure nostalgia.<br />
After graduating from UofT in 2020 straight into an<br />
incredibly isolating pandemic, there was such a vacuum<br />
of connection.<br />
From building, growing, and nurturing this creative<br />
community over the past 3 years to now moving on to<br />
a new chapter in life as a filmmaker, it’s been a real adventure<br />
to fill that void with the power of the creative<br />
arts and the voices of the collective. While the future<br />
is uncertain for this publication, I am so proud we have<br />
come this far together.<br />
I leave you with this quote by RJ Palacio today: “Courage.<br />
Kindness. Friendship. Character. These are the qualities<br />
that define us as human beings, and propel us, on<br />
occasion, to greatness.”<br />
May our paths cross again in the near future!<br />
Sincerely,<br />
Shagun
A (VERY LATE) NOTE FROM...<br />
Palak Sharma,<br />
Creative Director<br />
I hope everyone had a great year and a chance to take<br />
good care of themselves. I, as a Creative Director, enjoyed<br />
putting visuals to different stories and delivering<br />
a meaningful message to all the readers. I would<br />
like to thank all the artists contributing to <strong>Margins</strong><br />
<strong>Magazine</strong> and helping our team in bringing significant<br />
art and stories forward.<br />
<strong>Margins</strong> <strong>Magazine</strong> not only encourages a wide community<br />
to express themselves through significant art<br />
but also helps build stronger connections and promotes<br />
diversity. I wish all the readers, artists, and our<br />
team good luck for their future journeys. Once again,<br />
a big thank you to our entire team for making me a<br />
part of this marvellous magazine. It was a pleasure<br />
working on this issue with all of you.<br />
Sincerely,<br />
Palak<br />
THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING.
MASTHEAD.<br />
CONTRIBUTORS.<br />
EDITOR-IN-CHIEF<br />
arya bhat<br />
MARKETING<br />
DIRECTORS<br />
janeve edwards<br />
radhika gupta<br />
CREATIVE DIRECTOR<br />
palak sharma<br />
harridira sivagnanam<br />
fahmida mridha<br />
karma salloum<br />
khadija rashid<br />
mahika jain<br />
maidah afzal<br />
WRITERS<br />
MANAGING EDITOR<br />
shagun kanwar<br />
maisha maimunah<br />
muzna erum<br />
saman saeed<br />
tara hejazi<br />
theevya ragu<br />
you-jin kim<br />
EDITORS<br />
mary wang<br />
sanah malik<br />
sofia suleman<br />
ziyan nadeem<br />
ART/PHOTOGRAPHY<br />
harris qureshi<br />
raha fard<br />
pearl a. sequeira<br />
shagun kanwar<br />
POETRY<br />
aditi vellodi<br />
anjali chauhan<br />
anonymous<br />
joudy kusubati<br />
kanitha onisigiri<br />
vy le<br />
SHORT STORIES<br />
eesha sondhi<br />
tara<br />
palwashay mughal<br />
raj bharaj
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COMMUNITY SPOTLIGHT:<br />
THE MAKING OF OBLIVION<br />
with lamia firasta<br />
Managing Editor Shagun Kanwar<br />
connects with writer & UofT Alumna,<br />
Lamia Firasta, in discussing her<br />
new book Oblivion.<br />
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IN CONVERSATION WITH:<br />
SC:OUT<br />
joined by charli ani<br />
Join <strong>Margins</strong> <strong>Magazine</strong> with Scarborough<br />
Campus: OUT (SC:OUT) in discussing<br />
one of UTSC’s longest standing<br />
queer spaces and how the organization<br />
has dealt with the everpresent pandemic.<br />
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OH CAPTAIN,<br />
MY CAPTAIN!<br />
by eesha sondhi<br />
In our community spotlight for this<br />
issue, contributor Eesha Sondhi reminisces<br />
about her familial experiences,<br />
loss, and hope during the peak of the<br />
COVID-19 pandemic.<br />
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table of contents.<br />
Harbinger Of Dawn<br />
You-Jin Kim<br />
The Resilience of Humanity<br />
Sanah Malik<br />
The Hollow Corridor<br />
Joudy Kusubati<br />
A Comic Series<br />
Harris Qureshi<br />
Gen: Survivors<br />
Maisha Maimunah<br />
The Youth<br />
Aditi Vellodi<br />
Untitled<br />
Tara<br />
Butterscotch<br />
Fahmida Mridha<br />
Braids<br />
Raj Bharaj<br />
Releasing Deep Wounds Feeling Anger<br />
Pearl A. Sequeria<br />
The One I Will Always Cherish<br />
Vy Le<br />
Solitude Series<br />
Raha Fard<br />
Disconnect<br />
Anjali Chauhan<br />
Res/Tart/Illience<br />
Kanitha Onisgiri<br />
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Resilience Within You<br />
Resiliency: A Necessary Virtue<br />
or an Overrated Concept?<br />
The Importance of Storytelling<br />
in South Asian Mental Health<br />
Solitaire<br />
Anonymous<br />
Saman Saeed<br />
Arya Bhat &<br />
Shagun Kanwar<br />
Palwashay Mughal
VOLUME FIVE ISSUE THREE.<br />
MARGINS.<br />
IN CONVERSATION WITH -<br />
SCARBOROUGH CAMPUS: OUT<br />
(SC:OUT)<br />
joined by charli ani<br />
a short note:<br />
Join <strong>Margins</strong> <strong>Magazine</strong>’s 2021 conversation with<br />
former Co-President and Finance Coordinator<br />
Charli Ani (they/them) in discussing the past,<br />
present, and future of SC:OUT.<br />
<strong>Margins</strong> <strong>Magazine</strong>: What does<br />
SC:OUT do?<br />
SC:OUT: SC:OUT stands for Scarborough<br />
Campus Out. SC:OUT<br />
is run by 2SLGBTQ+ students for<br />
2SLGBTQ+ students and allies. Our<br />
aim is to create visibility and promote<br />
the awareness of 2SLGBTQ+<br />
issues on campus. We organize social<br />
activities, peer support, and provide<br />
resources on a wide range of sexuality,<br />
gender, and health and safety issues.<br />
Our lounge area, located in BV<br />
334/336, is open to anyone on campus<br />
looking for a safe and positive space<br />
to meet, relax, hang out, or study.<br />
MM: Could you share SC:OUT’s<br />
history on campus?<br />
SC:OUT: SC:OUT, which was previously<br />
known as LGBTQ@UTSC<br />
and LGBTQ@SC, was established<br />
in 2001. In 2002, SC:OUT was one<br />
of the first clubs to get its own space<br />
on campus after negotiating with The<br />
Underground. SC:OUT has had a<br />
physical presence on campus for 20<br />
years now.<br />
MM: How can students join the<br />
SC:OUT community and get involved?<br />
SC:OUT: Anyone who wishes to join<br />
SC:OUT is automatically a member.<br />
Membership is not only open to those<br />
who identify as 2SLGBTQ+ but also<br />
allies who wish to become more involved<br />
in advocating for 2SLGBTQ+<br />
issues on campus. Some of our most<br />
community involved events include<br />
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Trans Day of Remembrance, World<br />
Aids Day, Rainbow Tie Gala, and<br />
events during Pride month. We also<br />
hold multiple fun events each semester<br />
such as movie, art, and game<br />
nights along with pizza kits, queer<br />
history, and happy hours.<br />
MM: How have you pivoted in the<br />
face of the pandemic with your programming?<br />
SC:OUT: With school closures and<br />
the switch to online classes our lounge<br />
area has not been in use as it was prior<br />
to the pandemic. Before COVID, it<br />
was a widely used space for all of our<br />
members to relax, de-stress, study or<br />
just hang out. The SC:OUT lounge<br />
is a major part of what created our<br />
community. Regardless of who you<br />
are or what your pronouns, gender, or<br />
sexuality is, our lounge area offered a<br />
positive space that respected and validated<br />
all experiences.<br />
This was especially important as<br />
many of us had previously come from<br />
various environments that did not respect<br />
or invalidated who we were as<br />
queer individuals. With the current<br />
pandemic we had to find new ways to<br />
bring back that sense of community.<br />
As our lounge area was a major part<br />
of what attracted new members to<br />
our club we had to switch in-person<br />
events to online platforms.<br />
MM: What does resilience mean to<br />
you?<br />
SC:OUT: Resilience to us means the<br />
ability to recover from challenges and<br />
setbacks. The pandemic has been, and<br />
continues to be, a major challenge for<br />
us in many ways. Last year all of our<br />
executive members had graduated<br />
leaving SC:OUT in the hands of its<br />
few remaining active members.<br />
It was thanks to the teamwork of our<br />
new executives that we were able to<br />
keep SC:OUT active this school<br />
year. As a new generation of leaders<br />
we took it upon ourselves to redesign<br />
SC:OUT (both our physical space and<br />
programs). We hope to be more than<br />
just a 2SLGBTQ+ space on campus<br />
but an active leader in promoting and<br />
advocating for 2SLGBTQ+ issues on<br />
campus.<br />
MM: How are you continuing to<br />
build community during these challenging<br />
times?<br />
SC:OUT: Thanks to the collaboration<br />
between our Co-Presidents and<br />
Arya Bhat from the Women and<br />
Trans Centre, we have created plans<br />
to host multiple webinars and online<br />
events this semester with our sister<br />
organization. These events include<br />
workshops in peer support, how to<br />
advocate for your mental health, and<br />
queer & transition health.<br />
We plan to also host online dropin<br />
sessions for anyone interested in<br />
learning more about who we are, what<br />
we do, and resources we offer. Moreover,<br />
this space is definitely open to<br />
anyone looking for people who can<br />
understand and relate to their queer<br />
experiences.<br />
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THE HARBINGER<br />
OF DAWN<br />
by you-jin kim<br />
about this piece.<br />
The Harbinger of Dawn chronicles the little<br />
things of living with a quarantine routine.<br />
From jotting down tasks, to contemplating<br />
about how to reach back out to folks,<br />
<strong>Margins</strong> writer You-Jin Kim captures the<br />
various ebbs and flows her mind travels by<br />
throughout the day.<br />
Many of my quarantine days have been spent falling asleep as the sun<br />
says its first hellos and waking up as its rays kiss the clouds and caress<br />
my eyelids through the curtains. It is no wonder that my mental health<br />
has been rocky, especially with the shortening daylight and the winter<br />
meeting me at this junction headfirst. With no bus to catch, and no<br />
9 A.M. class to force myself awake for, I have become the self-proclaimed<br />
harbinger of dawn.<br />
My parents are long gone for work by the time I wake, and I consider<br />
whether it’s worth getting out of bed or not. I have consistently had low<br />
blood pressure, so it is important I eat healthily and drink a lot of water.<br />
But many days I survive with a meal a day, not having the energy or<br />
motivation to cook something, nor wanting to feel the guilt or shame<br />
of buying food on UberEats. Then, I reach the limits of my health and<br />
whisper to myself that only I can take care of my body in this time and<br />
age when everyone is isolated from each other. To avoid the sharp pain<br />
of dizziness and near-fainting incidents, I begin to take care of myself<br />
again. Drinking water throughout the day, cooking meals for myself,<br />
and trying to eat well.<br />
On this particular day, I am suddenly reminded of the two succulents<br />
which sit on my window ledge. As the hours of daylight have shortened<br />
and as the temperatures have dropped, the need to water them<br />
as frequently has significantly lessened. That is to say, unlike me, they<br />
require less maintenance as the days get colder.<br />
I almost envy them, flourishing leaves and all, as I peer at them through<br />
the curtains. To not need constant validation and attention, and to still<br />
flourish... it must be a blessing. Instead, I feel myself withering, as the<br />
days since I’ve last showered increase and the clothes lying on my bedroom<br />
floor pile up. It is with the full awareness that taking care of<br />
myself will help my mental health that I still find myself unable to do<br />
so. So I start another to-do list, adding menial tasks such as cleaning<br />
my room and taking a shower onto it, so that I can convince myself<br />
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that self-care is another form of productivity. That even<br />
if I can’t bring myself to check everything off that list,<br />
I’ll have at least done something. My mental health is<br />
a balancing act that I have gotten too familiar playing<br />
with. While productivity gives me energy, it comes in<br />
bursts, and in its absence, leaves me feeling guilty and<br />
sick to the stomach.<br />
I wrap the weighted blanket tightly around<br />
me. When my friend first gifted it to me, its<br />
weight had felt suffocating. Now, I feel like<br />
it isn’t enough. Maybe I’ll become Goku<br />
at this rate, muscles tensed from weighted<br />
bracelets and anklets. It’s only been a<br />
few hours since I awoke, yet I can feel exhaustion<br />
welling over me. The screen of my<br />
phone, shining against my face, turns off as<br />
I close my eyes. It’s okay, I can watch the recording of the lecture later... along<br />
with the last five weeks worth of lectures that I haven’t watched. I succumb to<br />
the exhaustion and find myself opening my eyes a few hours later, eyelids feeling<br />
no less heavy than they did prior. Burrowing my face deeper into my pillow,<br />
I repeat to myself that I just need to get past this week.<br />
A ding brings me out of it as a friend messages me, their profile picture popping<br />
up in a little bubble at the corner of my screen. “hey youj, just wanted to<br />
check in w-” I swipe the bubble down before I can finish reading the sentence,<br />
feeling nauseous at the thought of responding. At one point, I would have felt<br />
grateful for the concern. I know I’ll reply to them in a few hours anyway. The<br />
guilt of intentionally ghosting them will eat me up, even if I can’t afford more<br />
than an “i’m doing fine, thanks for checking in!” Another white lie to save the<br />
day. Then I’ll swipe down and click “do not disturb”, as if I’m doing anything<br />
important enough to necessitate this.<br />
Setting my phone down, I manage to push myself to my desk. I open my laptop,<br />
and see the blank document that will soon be filled with a 12-page long<br />
essay about how we need to reform our education system to include sex health<br />
in a standardized way across the country. The approaching deadline takes me<br />
out of my stupor and my fingers finally start tapping away. Hours pass, and I<br />
can no longer tell if the sentence I’m reading sounds grammatically correct.<br />
I have somehow pumped out a mediocre, half-acceptable paper that I would<br />
have once been ashamed of, but right now, it is the best that I can manage. I hit<br />
submit, giving up on a final edit, and slam the laptop shut. I sigh, burying my<br />
face in my hands. There goes the skincare routine I finally started.<br />
My visage has gone back to being a dry canvas, mapped with scars and flaking<br />
skin that nobody can see through the computer screen. Another testament to<br />
prove that my concern for my appearance is not solely based on others’ perceptions.<br />
A part of me wishes to go back to the era of quarantine when I was<br />
busy cooking, baking, & practicing new makeup looks. Now I bask in my own<br />
silence and wish the ground would swallow me up.<br />
I open my eyes and glance up at my clock. 11:29 P.M. The hands of the clock<br />
tick, tick, tick, until the ticking of the clock is all I can hear. Why does it seem<br />
like time is ever moving, and ever changing, while I am still right here? In this<br />
room, in this chair, in this state? Images of the Instagram stories of my friends<br />
living together and having the time of their lives, even amidst the pandemic,<br />
haunt me as I think back at my hours in bed, one meal a day, unwashed hair,<br />
and clothes piling on the floor. How does it seem like they all have their lives<br />
together while I can’t even take care of my own wellbeing? I crawl into my<br />
bed and pull the weighted blanket over me once more. If the familiar wasn’t so<br />
damn comfortable maybe I’d be somewhere else, doing different things. But for<br />
now, I doomscroll until 3 A.M., and watch Tiktoks until 7 A.M. I hate winter,<br />
with its cold beauty, short sunlight, and slushy streets. Even the dawning of the<br />
day is delayed because of it.<br />
“Hi,” I whisper. “It’s nice to see you again.”<br />
I creep out of bed temporarily and budge<br />
open the window, breathing in the crisp early<br />
morning air. The sky starts to lighten up, and<br />
I can hear my mom outside my room getting<br />
ready to go to work. With my hellos said and<br />
done, I crawl back into my bed, letting my<br />
heavy eyelids rest. To meet the next day, and<br />
the next dawn. To endure, again and again.<br />
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Visual Credits: Krišjānis Kazaks<br />
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THE MAKING OF OBLIVION<br />
Shagun Kanwar: I believe that your poems<br />
are questions to society, in addressing not<br />
only the social malaise in broken systems<br />
but also the many deep-rooted stigmas &<br />
distorted perceptions. At the same time,<br />
your poems are deeply personal and imbued<br />
with your life experiences. What was<br />
your creative process like in bringing these<br />
poems to life and digging deep for those<br />
vulnerable but hard-hitting truths?<br />
Lamia Firasta: You have no idea what this<br />
powerful message holds for me, you’ve<br />
worded it in a way I never could. Thank you.<br />
I think a huge part of my process comes<br />
about lamia:<br />
Lamia’s poetry explores the intersection between cultural<br />
identity, and personal healing. She draws inspiration<br />
from her background in psychology as well as<br />
her personal life, as a woman, artist, researcher and<br />
mental health advocate, aspiring to write poetry that<br />
captures the shared human experience. Oblivion is her<br />
debut poetry collection.<br />
from struggle. I saw life in a completely different<br />
hue when I entered university. I saw<br />
snippets of how the real world works and it<br />
is lonely, it is hard. Being thrown into University<br />
as a naive high school graduate is exciting<br />
but also scary. I wrote from that perspective.<br />
I also would be lying if a huge part<br />
of my work didn’t stem from my own mental<br />
health journey.<br />
There is a narrative that all writers need to<br />
be heartbroken to write a good poem. While<br />
part of it can be true, I really do not see it<br />
completely that way, I think our unique experiences<br />
and growing pains can inspire us<br />
to feel something and create something<br />
that can not only be cathartic but also a<br />
great coping mechanism.<br />
In all honesty, I wrote most of my poems<br />
on the train, the TTC became such<br />
a catalyst for me. Something about being<br />
in a cabin with no service along with the<br />
people of our city is so fascinating. The<br />
delays with no service were where I got<br />
some more inspiration.<br />
The people of our city have lived such<br />
impactful lives and I tried capturing that<br />
in some of my poems. As an immigrant<br />
daughter and first generation student<br />
I had to do a lot of ‘firsts’ on my own<br />
which came with its own revelations.<br />
Family history plays a huge role in how<br />
I write. Being Indian, and figuring out<br />
your identity in the western world is its<br />
own oxymoron. I saw how my parents<br />
went from ‘what is poetry’, to my daughter<br />
loves writing. It’s been so interesting<br />
to see their perspective on life change as<br />
I completed university.<br />
SK: How has your writing journey<br />
evolved over the years?<br />
LF: I used to love journaling in my diaries<br />
since I was a little kid, and then it turned<br />
into its own way of poetry. I also have an<br />
obsession with stationary and office supplies.<br />
I officially started writing poetry in<br />
high-school but it became more regular<br />
in the first year of university. I started<br />
posting my work online and then I did<br />
spoken word at different venues.<br />
Putting my work out<br />
there is actually what<br />
elevated my craft in<br />
the most<br />
unexpected way.<br />
I would hear variations of things from<br />
people I knew and didn’t know, ‘Oh is<br />
she okay?’, ‘This poem is really sad’, ‘Can<br />
you write something happier?’ etc.<br />
These comments really hurt me at first<br />
but then I was able to tune out the comments<br />
that weren’t helpful and focus on<br />
the ones who actually wanted to read<br />
my work and enjoy my writing.<br />
Pursuing a Creative Writing minor and<br />
taking some creative writing courses allowed<br />
me to see that constructive criticism<br />
can actually be a good thing, but<br />
if you know your writing is good and<br />
feel a calling towards a poem, you don’t<br />
need to incorporate every single piece of<br />
feedback you get.<br />
SK: What was the feeling like to see and<br />
hold your first physical copy of Oblivion?<br />
LF: It was beautiful, it also felt nostalgic,<br />
I had this dream for over 3 years. I<br />
could see the exact colors and words on<br />
the cover and I felt a calling to put it<br />
together. When I received my first copy<br />
I felt a happiness I could not describe.<br />
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Oblivion felt like the best way to celebrate<br />
my writing journey and also share my story<br />
with the world. I am so grateful to my best<br />
friend, Siham Karamali, for her work on all<br />
the illustrations you see in Oblivion.<br />
SK: How long did it take for you to put together<br />
Oblivion?<br />
LF: I started this process in 2020, I saw a<br />
poetry book competition and I was thinking<br />
of putting something together, submit and<br />
see what happens. I didn’t get selected but I<br />
still had this draft with me. I was thinking<br />
maybe I can self-publish this. I started researching<br />
and asking creative writing professors<br />
at UTSC on how to best approach<br />
self-publishing. I was in contact with The<br />
Soapbox Press and decided to work with<br />
them on the project through Plume Press.<br />
I also worked with Alexandra Mirreau for<br />
the consultation and website component<br />
for myself. It all came together in November<br />
2022.<br />
Unconscious<br />
We sit so close to oblivion<br />
Where we do things without thinking<br />
We speak without listening<br />
We act without understanding<br />
Never questioning the system<br />
Until we realize there is blood<br />
That is no longer red<br />
Now black because our heart<br />
No longer wants to beat<br />
Our breath has become so shallow<br />
That it lives in our bones<br />
Flows in our blood<br />
We don’t recognize ourselves<br />
Anymore<br />
We are oblivion<br />
I will say that it is difficult to self-publish,<br />
being a writer can get very lonely, and navigating<br />
this whole process is something<br />
I had to figure out on my own and truly<br />
wouldn’t have been possible without asking<br />
for help. It is completely okay to ask for<br />
help and good to ask for help, it is hard to<br />
grow as an artist without doing so.<br />
SK: How do you handle vulnerability and<br />
self-doubt when it comes to your work?<br />
LF: Vulnerability and self-doubt is something<br />
I still struggle with when I write. I<br />
definitely think I have become better at it<br />
and know how to listen to it and when to<br />
not. I know you do not have to be vulnerable<br />
when you write, but a lot of my poetry<br />
is about my life or what I am going through<br />
in that season. Self-doubt is natural, it can<br />
sometimes push me to write better. I think<br />
with posting my work online, I became<br />
stronger with the vulnerability piece, I realized<br />
that if people decide to talk about it or I<br />
hear something from the grapevine, my work<br />
is working. Poetry is all about a feeling.<br />
SK: How did you come to choose Oblivion<br />
as the title?<br />
LF: Oblivion is one of my favorite words. It<br />
came up in a lot of poems I wrote. It is such a<br />
beautiful word, the way it rolls off the tongue,<br />
it almost sounds like a good thing. I chose it<br />
as the title because I was in Oblivion prior to<br />
putting this collection together. During the<br />
time I put this together, it was the height of<br />
the pandemic and<br />
I came face-to-face with<br />
a lot of changes,<br />
revelations and truths.<br />
Staying at home made me open my eyes to<br />
so much that I didn’t notice. I was hiding behind<br />
a lot of my old beliefs and doubt got the<br />
better of me.<br />
I also saw that I am a very anxious person,<br />
and went through a lot of therapy at the<br />
time. Therapy is something that I could go<br />
on another other tangent about but it truly<br />
changed my life, I would not be who I am<br />
now. Oblivion is almost a reminder of who I<br />
used to be before 2020 and also a celebratory<br />
reminder for me to live life consciously and<br />
fully.<br />
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SK: Do you have a personal favorite poem amongst them all?<br />
LF: Yes! I feel I gravitate towards certain poems based on the season I am in.<br />
From Oblivion specifically, I feel a calling to say Around the Block and Story Time.<br />
SK: What was the process like while working with The Soapbox Press?<br />
LF: It was amazing! The team is so understanding and they really explained the<br />
whole process to me and were able to guide me through the whole process. It<br />
is also is much more cost efficient compared to other places that I’ve heard of.<br />
With self-publishing you have to put some money upfront and The Soapbox<br />
Press was so great in terms of heir pricing especially for university students.<br />
The work they do to make publishing accessible is so important in the publishing<br />
climate where it can be impossible to figure out how to start. I also worked<br />
with Alexandra Mirreanu’s book consulting services to work on the website and<br />
social media aspect of launching the book.<br />
SK: A certain percentage of sales is donated to Distress Centers of Greater Toronto.<br />
Can you share why this was important for you?<br />
LF: I think it is really important to give back to our community. I know big<br />
organizations will donate 1-10% to an important cause which is great, but with<br />
their profits, I think they can do more.<br />
I also think when writers release a book, it naturally becomes themselves which<br />
of course is a part of the whole process but this book isn’t just about me, it’s<br />
about the stories and experiences that have amalgamated together in Oblivion<br />
about the human essence that I wanted to capture. For that reason, I wanted to<br />
give back, I have volunteered with the Distress Centers and have enjoyed working<br />
with them. The work they do is so important for our community and it is a<br />
free helpline.<br />
SK: Is there anything else you would like to share?<br />
LF: Whoever you are reading this, I want you to know you are special, you may<br />
be a stranger but I feel close to you, you are an inspiration. I am indebted to you,<br />
everyone who reads this, whether you know me or stumbled across this. You<br />
hold an important place in my heart. You are a dreamer, lover and artist at heart.<br />
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THE RESILIENCE OF HUMANITY<br />
by sanah malik<br />
As she walked past the white corridors one last time, she felt<br />
the urge to stop and say goodbye to those professionals who<br />
worked tirelessly and ensured that she breathed properly. It’s<br />
hard to determine the path life can take, a boring routine or<br />
a deadly plague.<br />
Yet we persist and try to adjust ourselves despite the horrible<br />
conflicts. The world doesn’t stop and neither do we, it takes<br />
courage to smile even in the face of adversity.<br />
I wonder who the hustler is, the university student shaking<br />
with anxiety, the doctor unable to see his kids, or the sanitation<br />
worker who reports right at 6?<br />
Looking back and looking forward, I see people trying to<br />
make sense of the new reality, it’s hard to ignore a future<br />
filled with ambiguity.<br />
We pray for a new dawn every day, bootstrap ourselves to<br />
face whatever lies ahead. With a better sense of community,<br />
today we fight to increase our immunity. We constantly<br />
fall down, question the resilience of humanity, and convince<br />
ourselves it’s a virus that won’t survive for eternity.<br />
Even if it does, I hope we have the last laugh and carry<br />
on with our boring routines that require no masks.<br />
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THE HOLLOW CORRIDOR.<br />
by joudy kusaibati<br />
I am 15 years old again. I am lying down on the floor in the corridor<br />
of my family’s apartment in Damascus, Syria. The weather<br />
is cold and very windy outside. It is still early in the morning,<br />
and the sun has just risen. I am lying down in the centre of this<br />
hollow corridor surrounded by four doors and four empty white<br />
walls. I close these doors as I aim to take a refuge in this corridor<br />
and block the sounds coming from the nearby military airport<br />
that is being bombed. I want to only hear my voice with no other<br />
sounds in the house. As I close my eyes, I feel the wind blowing<br />
underneath the four doors surrounding me from each side. I can<br />
also feel the sunlight coming to me from beneath. I shout as hard<br />
as I can to hear my voice echoing through space. I close my eyes<br />
and begin daydreaming about being elsewhere where the sounds<br />
of war are non-existent.<br />
Suddenly I hear, “Next station is... Queen West station.”<br />
I wake up.<br />
I say to myself, “I am here!”<br />
I breathe in and out...<br />
I remind myself that I am no longer stuck in a place surrounded<br />
by death sounds. However, my mind is still a hostage to sounds<br />
and spaces that are no longer here.<br />
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A COMIC SERIES<br />
by harris qureshi<br />
Harris I. Qureshi (he/him) is a Pakistani-Canadian<br />
genderqueer settler and survivor, and to him<br />
Art is Survival.<br />
Primarily a visual artist, he creates single- and<br />
multi-frame digital comics capturing personal experiences<br />
and their imaginings. He explores themes<br />
of survivorship, gender play, community care, healing,<br />
radical romance, and more.<br />
You can find more of Harris’ comics on page 52.<br />
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GEN: SURVIVORS<br />
by maisha maimunah<br />
This generation has it so easy…<br />
A phrase. Just a phrase. A combination of words that are grammatically correct.<br />
Is it logically correct though?<br />
What is the big deal? Every generation has had to hear it from our elders. That is<br />
EXACTLY the problem. Why is the cycle still going? If we know that the phrase<br />
itself is problematic, then why do we repeat it for the next? Is this the tradition that<br />
we want to pass down?<br />
The previous generations have endured war, pandemics, racial injustice and have survived<br />
to stand where they are today. I, as a Gen Z, would not know what it’s like to<br />
be in the middle of a World War. However, we are still in the middle of a pandemic;<br />
then why are we still labelled as the lazy generation? War, pandemic, and racial injustice<br />
is still very much prevalent in the world we are living in presently.<br />
Then why does my generation have it easy?<br />
The biggest crime of our generation is that we are technologically fluent. That’s it.<br />
That is why we have it easy. We did not need to go through Zoom manuals or You-<br />
Tube tutorials on how to use Google Meet. We just knew how to use it.<br />
God that was so easy.<br />
Visual Credits: Adil Jambyrbayev<br />
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No…<br />
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Visual Credits: Enes Esahren<br />
It has never been so simple. We did not get to pick up school right where we left off,<br />
we did not have learning simplified just because we were learning through a screen.<br />
But hey, we did not skip school. We graduated on time. It’s a win! We are still on track<br />
in the race of life. We are not technologically fluent because we understand better<br />
when we are looking at screens! We use technology as an escape from the war where<br />
the world tells us we are having it so easy.<br />
It is our Neverland. That’s all it has ever been…<br />
Fluency did not magically give us the ability to understand what is going on the screen.<br />
We faced the same barriers when it came to understanding, following, and absorbing<br />
information. But all those are excuses because we know how to use Facebook. Duh…<br />
You, as an elder gen, stood in our shoes.<br />
You knew it was difficult.<br />
Yet, you accused us.<br />
Lazy, lazy, lazy.<br />
Always on the phones,<br />
We must be crazy!<br />
You! Chose to compare our escape with education.<br />
We never chose quarantine; we never chose online.<br />
Yet, we did our best; only to be sidelined.<br />
After all, we grew up with technology.<br />
How hard graduating can be?<br />
We were stuck in a reality we never got to choose.<br />
At a time when we had everything to lose.<br />
A lot of futures have changed, including mine.<br />
But who can I blame, after all it was online?<br />
So, the answer is No…<br />
We are not the lazy generation. We are the generation of survivors. A generation who<br />
are fighting to right the wrongs of our elders. Fighting to save the world. Confronting<br />
injustice, the pandemic... all while trying to survive the academics of technology<br />
fluency.<br />
Survivors. Fighters. Change-makers.<br />
That is who we are, even though we are doing all these behind the screens. We won’t<br />
be the generation who forgets. We will scream till our voices are heard. We will not<br />
hide our mistakes and we will ensure that the world is a better place.<br />
We are resilient, adamant to the point of being stubborn. And it is a quality to be appreciated<br />
because we are following the footsteps of the generation before us. The only<br />
difference is, we don’t want to tell the next gen how easy they have it. We are doing it<br />
so that we can help them fight their wars better. A smaller to-do list. Maybe if we are<br />
successful; when we are successful, a better life.<br />
For that’s how the current generation is. We are Warriors.<br />
Fighting for the world, against the world and even themselves, just to make the next<br />
step easier. For we know how privileged ‘easy’ is.<br />
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THE YOUTH<br />
by aditi vellodi<br />
Visual Credits: Chang Duong<br />
Belittled, discouraged, and quite often mocked,<br />
We’re seen as the age that lives through TikTok.<br />
We may hide in hoodies and stare at our screens,<br />
But all we want is to be heard and be seen.<br />
We know things, you know, we’re mostly self-taught,<br />
Adults when it’s ‘easy’, and kids when it’s not.<br />
We live in between and we want you to know;<br />
That regardless of age, we continue to grow.<br />
We’re sources of ideas, solutions, and plans,<br />
The future, you see, does rest in our hands.<br />
Gen Z, Gen X, Millennials as well,<br />
Believe it or not, we still use Excel.<br />
We fight for causes and push for change,<br />
We don’t take anything less in exchange.<br />
We don’t just light fires, we keep them alive,<br />
Our ‘modern beliefs’ are what make us thrive.<br />
You call us stubborn, but what we are is driven,<br />
To make a difference with what we were given.<br />
We abolish old systems that used to divide,<br />
And take taboos and set them aside.<br />
We know that the world is not black and white,<br />
We don’t need reminders of what’s wrong and what’s right.<br />
We know we can lead a world built on truth,<br />
So please trust us, Sincerely, the youth.<br />
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Visual Credits: Annie Spratt<br />
Visual Credits: Shagun Kanwar<br />
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UNTITLED.<br />
by tara<br />
about this piece.<br />
Weeks after the tragic death of Mahsa ( Jina) Amini,<br />
Iranian women and youth have continued to place their<br />
lives on the line for justice and the right to be free in<br />
their own country. Contributor Tara gives us a glimpse<br />
into the life of an Iranian-Canadian looking back on<br />
the the state of their homeland during these world-wide<br />
protests and demonstrations.<br />
cw: death, mentions of civil unrest, murder<br />
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No matter how much I posted or protested, nothing felt enough. It’s odd being a<br />
child of diaspora. You’re considered one of the ‘lucky ones’ which is true because you<br />
get to sense the freedom that you know that you would never sense back home, but<br />
your heart yearns to go back home, to fight. The sad reality of this though is even<br />
though, you’re considered the lucky one, most of us can’t create big enough change<br />
and even if we do, it’s very possible that you can’t even go back home without the risk<br />
of being imprisoned or even killed. Right now everything feels like a double edged<br />
sword.<br />
Peaceful.<br />
That was the only word that keept popping into my mind as I was walking down<br />
campus.<br />
Peaceful.<br />
But with all of this sadness and frustration, there’s a fire that burns within me. A fire<br />
that reminds me how proud I feel to be an Iranian woman right now. Girls as young<br />
as 14 are protesting, literally kicking out members of the government of their school,<br />
and even being violently punished and having some of their peers killed, the spark in<br />
them doesn’t diminish, it only gets bigger. Instead of the people being scared of the<br />
regime, the regime needs to be scared of them.<br />
We will fight back. Your attacks will only make us more angry. We are the people of<br />
Iran and we are not going to back down until we get the justice and the freedom that<br />
we deserve.<br />
It was a beautiful day too. The sun was shining, visions of red, green, and yellow were<br />
surrounding me, students were walking together laughing, the wind would blow<br />
through my hair. Everything just felt warm. It almost too perfect. That’s when I<br />
started to hear their screaming and could see their running. The police chasing down<br />
the parking lot, shooting. “Get this on video! Get this on video!” one of students kept<br />
saying. Tears starting streaming down my face feeling helpless. They weren’t right in<br />
front of me, they were in Iran, trapped in Sharif Univeristy.<br />
Throughout my whole commute home, I kept dissociating because I needed to be<br />
home helping out, being part of the revolution somehow, but whatever I did, it didn’t<br />
feel enough. It’s not fair that I’m able to live a life where I could choose to say, wear,<br />
and even think what I want without getting brutally punished. It’s not fair that I can<br />
go to school without worrying if the police are going to trap me and my friends and<br />
shoot at us. It’s not fair that I am able to look away from what’s going on in Iran<br />
while some of my family has to constantly endure it. It’s not fair that I have basic<br />
human rights while those in Iran don’t and they have to fight for them.<br />
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But the butterscotch sundae looks good.<br />
I become hyper-aware of the guy behind the counter. I hope I don’t become<br />
one of the tales that reside behind the “Staff Only” and live in the<br />
snickers and exasperated sighs of the annoyed employees.<br />
Maybe I’ll settle for a strawberry, but I haven’t had butterscotch in a while.<br />
I hope they don’t think I’m being rude.<br />
“Scoop of strawberry on the cone, please.”<br />
3:48p.m.<br />
BUTTERSCOTCH<br />
by fahmida mrhida<br />
“Hello ma’am, what can I get started for you today?”.<br />
The words trail out of a tired, forced smile.<br />
I need to pick up my pace, tell them what I want, they must be tired. But I<br />
haven’t decided what I want, yet I don’t know.<br />
Did I stutter? Did I sound too pretentious? I hope not.<br />
I should bring out the money before the food gets here, I can’t juggle the<br />
cone and fish out the money!<br />
He’s closing in on the counter, dammit, I crumpled the bill.<br />
Why are my hands sweating so much?<br />
The next few moments passed by in a blur, somehow the cone made it to<br />
my hand, and I made it out of the shop. I can finally breathe.<br />
3:50p.m.<br />
I should have ordered the butterscotch.<br />
Do I want vanilla?<br />
Or do I want strawberry?<br />
How about a scoop of each?<br />
Yeah that sounds nice.<br />
There is a whole line behind me, I can hear a kid whining, but I can’t really<br />
comprehend what the little girl is saying. My friend is standing guard, waiting<br />
for her turn - oh god, I need to hurry. I glance at the price board. You<br />
know what, maybe a scoop today, and I can save the other scoop for the next<br />
time I am craving something cold and sweet. Right?<br />
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BRAIDS<br />
by raj bharaj<br />
The world<br />
In it were adults<br />
Had given her so much betrayal<br />
To this little girl, they had passed down their own tears.<br />
To her, they had also passed down generational trauma.<br />
With small arms, she only could hold onto to a few.<br />
The rest she asked her heart to keep and bear for another lifetime.<br />
This little girl with two braids now had grownup.<br />
The magic that was once beaming off of her was now dimmed.<br />
The hurts and disappointments went so deep to become her own traumas.<br />
The world had been unkind and unwilling,<br />
The only way she knew to survive was to build thick strong walls around her<br />
body and her soul;<br />
And burry deep in her heart the entire worlds and her own experienced traumas.<br />
Once there was a little girl<br />
Long face, brown colour and tied up two pigtails<br />
She only knew how to dream and play<br />
In her heart she was pure and thought the same of this world.<br />
At a very small age, the world that she thought of fairytales had deceived her.<br />
How could she have not fallen, she took life lessons from children’s books<br />
The story books she read were the only way she thought to understand mankind<br />
around her.<br />
She dreamt of princesses and princes and of happy endings.<br />
Even her imagination had been conditioned to live within dreams and wonders<br />
of fairytales.<br />
They had set in motion an illusion.<br />
But soon something started lurking in her insides.<br />
She could fell that something is not right.<br />
Before long her body started to have its own ailments.<br />
It was impossible for the body to withstand the long endured worldly possessions.<br />
Her heart was crying out<br />
The weight of it all was all too much now<br />
The burden of the world had rendered it exhausted<br />
All the pain that she had asked her loving heart to keep couldn’t be sustained<br />
no longer.<br />
Little by little, this little girl who is now a grown woman had to learn that the<br />
fairytale stories were a mere illusion.<br />
She had to learn to let go of all the traumas passed down to her by the world.<br />
The child, the little girl and the woman.<br />
Dec 2, 2021<br />
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OH CAPTAIN,<br />
MY CAPTAIN!<br />
by eesha sondhi<br />
Eesha is a recent UTSC graduate in the Specialist Program in<br />
Psychology who finds great pleasure in sharing her story and<br />
experiences with the hope that her words resonate and provide<br />
the same comfort to others as they do to her while we all<br />
navigate through this phase of emerging adulthood.<br />
about the piece.<br />
In this piece, long-standing <strong>Margins</strong> <strong>Magazine</strong> contributor<br />
Eesha Sondhi reminisces about her familial experiences, loss, and<br />
hope during the peak of the COVID-19 pandemic.<br />
Visual Credits: Akira Hojo.<br />
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OH CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN!<br />
by eesha sondhi<br />
TW: loss, grief, COVID-19.<br />
If I were to ask, what were you doing on<br />
the night of April 24th, 2021... would you<br />
be able to remember it? Well, I am certain<br />
I would. I was seated right across from my<br />
father on our dining table in the house I<br />
grew up in, talking about some psychology<br />
theory I came across in one of my courses<br />
while waiting along with my sister and our<br />
dog, Fellow, for my mother to bring our favorite<br />
chicken curry from the kitchen. The<br />
times were simple and so were our problems.<br />
There was nothing special about that<br />
night except for the part that it was going<br />
to be the very last time we would ever eat<br />
dinner together as a family.<br />
The rumored second wave had not hit us all<br />
by then, making it the perfect calm before<br />
the perfect storm. But my father was no<br />
stranger to storms. You see, he was a Cap-<br />
tain in the Mercantile Marine for more<br />
than 30 years. As a Captain, he had braved<br />
several storms and swells that were as deep<br />
as 9 meters, almost the size of a three-story<br />
building, in the Pacific Ocean more than<br />
once, to the brutal cyclones near Kakinada<br />
in the Bay of Bengal. He was a paragon of<br />
resilience in every way possible.<br />
While under lockdown in India in 2020,<br />
for the first time, my father was home for<br />
more than 6 months. At that time, we<br />
would run up to our terrace every evening<br />
to watch the sun set and as a true navigator<br />
at heart, he would examine the sky and<br />
teach me old proverbial expressions like,<br />
“pink twilight, sailors delight; pink morning,<br />
sailor’s warning,” and would then wait for<br />
it to get dark enough for us to see Jupiter,<br />
Saturn, and the North Star. An interesting<br />
fact about the North Star is that it is right<br />
above the earth’s axis at the North Pole, and<br />
so it neither rises nor sets.<br />
Nevertheless, danger was looming over us.<br />
On April 25th, my father started showing<br />
symptoms of common cold and flu, and by<br />
26th morning, it became clear to us that he<br />
had got the virus. At first, we were all in<br />
pure disbelief as he followed all the Pandemic<br />
protocols to a tee and was only a few<br />
days short of his second dose of vaccine. In<br />
no time, his condition became critical, and<br />
we had to rush him to the hospital. After<br />
finding no respite there, he soon returned<br />
home.<br />
Things became serious when one after the<br />
other, we all tested positive for the virus<br />
and unfortunately on April 28th, I lost my<br />
Daddima (paternal grandmother) to it. I remember<br />
watching my father sleep on the<br />
bed quietly and peacefully after the news<br />
of Daddima’s passing broke out and just in<br />
that moment, for once, I was relieved to not<br />
see him cough uncontrollably or gasp heavily<br />
in desperate need of air with all the remaining<br />
strength that was left in his lungs<br />
by that point. Just remembering the sight<br />
till date sends shivers down my spine.<br />
My sister soon reached out to him to measure<br />
his blood oxygen level and by then it<br />
had reached an alarming low of 80%. To put<br />
into perspective, at 95% or lower blood oxygen<br />
concentration, hypoxemia or acute respiratory<br />
distress starts to occur wherein the<br />
small vesicles within the lungs slowly begin<br />
to fill up with fluid, keeping your blood<br />
and the rest of your organs deprived of the<br />
much-needed oxygen to function, ultimately<br />
leading to multiple organ failures. We<br />
could feel it in our bones that things were<br />
rapidly heading south. We rushed back to<br />
the hospital, a new one this time, and were<br />
back there again a weeks later to admit my<br />
mother.<br />
The next few days and weeks are a blur to<br />
me until May 15th, 2021, when we all woke<br />
up to a pink morning sky. At 7:45 a.m., my<br />
sister picked up a call from our aunt and<br />
put it on speaker and all we could hear was<br />
her crying hysterically on the other side of<br />
the phone before she finally muttered the<br />
words, “I am sorry beta (my child) we really<br />
tried our best, but we couldn’t save our<br />
Captain.”<br />
3 hours after that call ended, my sister and<br />
I found ourselves at the crematorium, surrounded<br />
by only 4 other known faces and<br />
our father, who laid on a bed of logs right<br />
in front of our eyes, motionless. Before performing<br />
his final rites, my sister and I played<br />
his favorite song, and for one last time, gave<br />
a salute to our beloved Captain for fighting<br />
till his very last breath.<br />
Days later, my mother got discharged from<br />
the hospital and although the storm had resolved,<br />
it had left us all completely wrecked<br />
from within.<br />
It has been a year since, and I can firmly<br />
say that grieving my father’s loss has been<br />
a true test of my resilience. I wish I had a<br />
profound message at the end that left you<br />
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all hopeful and optimistic, but I promise to not leave<br />
you disappointed either.<br />
So, here’s what I have learnt in these past few months:<br />
life is unfair and unpredictable, it has always been, and<br />
it makes no exceptions, and so the only thing that you<br />
can control is your reaction to whatever curveball it<br />
throws your way. This brings me to my important discussion<br />
on building resilience. Resilience takes time.<br />
Visual Credits: Shagun Kanwar. Photos provided by Eesha Sondhi.<br />
It is living one day at a time until you are able to<br />
look back and smile at the memories that are left behind<br />
without breaking into tears. It requires inspiration<br />
from those who left their family and risked it all<br />
to save your loved ones in times of peril. It is about<br />
acknowledging those who had sleepless nights with<br />
endless phone calls just so that your close ones could<br />
find a bed at a hospital. And lastly, it requires support<br />
from friends, both near and far, who look out for you<br />
so that you can sleep knowing that you will be alright<br />
no matter what. I am not sure if I am there yet to be<br />
really candid, but before I end my story here,<br />
I would like to leave you with one last piece of unusual<br />
yet heartfelt anecdote which I share with everyone<br />
who tells me how brave I have become after what<br />
transpired. When my sister and I saw our father for<br />
the last time at the crematorium - with his curls all<br />
grown out and a beard that made him look even more<br />
handsome than he already was. But before we could<br />
notice all this, what struck out for us was a subtle<br />
smile that he had on his face. I believe it was his way<br />
of giving us strength till the end, for one last time,<br />
and it will forever be the North Star in our memories.<br />
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RELEASING DEEP WOUNDS,<br />
FEELING ANGER<br />
by pearl a. sequeira<br />
Pearl is a Third Culture Child, deeply connected to beauty of<br />
humanity and nature in inclusive communities. They communicate<br />
complex matter with storytelling to engage people<br />
and evoke change, via abstract art collages and paintings, and<br />
short stories.<br />
about the artwork.<br />
Anger is a healthy response to injustice.<br />
However, generations of women of colour, are taught at a young<br />
age to suppress our wrath, and stuff it back inside us. In turn, our<br />
body stores emotional trauma, resulting in physical pain and restrictions.<br />
Engaging in somatic practices, including sound baths,<br />
rolfing, and dance therapy provides tactile prompts for our physical<br />
body, to become aware of the emotional hurt we hold within<br />
ourselves. These modalities move us at a cellular level and help us<br />
releases deep trauma wounds we store in our body. This painting<br />
explores the powerful emotional release that can occur during a<br />
somatic practice.<br />
Our peoples, we have complexity of pitch – oscillation of sound waves – that<br />
mimics the sounds of the tones surrounding us. When the monotone people<br />
arrived on our crystal portal in their high frequency tubes, they struggled<br />
to understand us. To help them acclimatise, we changed our tones to speak<br />
with them, and shared our knowledge to assist them make homes on a new<br />
planet. They noticed we were in pain by speaking in one frequency constantly<br />
and taught us to make potions to soothe our vocal systems when we speak in<br />
monotone for long stretches of time. In time, our peoples mixed, and our ragas<br />
organically morphed into new ways of existence.<br />
Adam Smith called our reciprocity, our exchanges inefficient. Little did he<br />
understand that our way of living is not for the moment. It is not quid pro<br />
quo. It is peaceful and beautiful. We are a community that learns to integrate<br />
structure, scale, and rhythm. We improvise and move. We practice patience<br />
and kindness. We show love and dignity to all.<br />
So, when you ask me about living on planet Earth, I say no. I love my complex<br />
ragas. I believe that life needs to be lived across octaves, not just on F-sharp,<br />
constantly. I believe in the value of generosity, sharing our treasures with others<br />
who do not sound like me. Because in doing so, my soul sings a joyful raga<br />
that vibrates at the same frequency as my divine mother, our crystal portal.<br />
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THE ONE I WILL<br />
ALWAYS CHERISH.<br />
by vy le<br />
I broke into tears as I sat in silence,<br />
With my aching heart.<br />
Is this how it feels like to fall out<br />
of a relationship?<br />
Memories flashed through my head<br />
one by one.<br />
Those nights we spent chasing the wind,<br />
The laughs and cries we shared,<br />
The moments when we thought<br />
we are unbreakable,<br />
The hopes and dreams we had<br />
when we were young,<br />
All the promises we foolishly made,<br />
What changed?<br />
Maybe we did.<br />
Millions of questions came into my head.<br />
Why did you have to leave?<br />
Why did things have to change?<br />
When did the distance come between us?<br />
If even we could fall apart, what can’t?<br />
For the longest time, you were the<br />
stars to my night sky.<br />
Without you, I’m lost in the dark,<br />
Afraid to move forward.<br />
I questioned, and I blamed,<br />
But what’s the point?<br />
It couldn’t have been easy for you too.<br />
People outgrow each other, and that’s normal.<br />
Things die out, and that’s fine.<br />
Life happened, and that’s okay too.<br />
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Maybe there is beauty in passing moments.<br />
Part of me is thankful that you let me go,<br />
Because it made me realize that I have the<br />
strength to walk on my own feet.<br />
We were there when we<br />
needed each other the most,<br />
And that’s enough.<br />
We were young but we grew up<br />
because of each other,<br />
Now it’s time for us to<br />
spread our own wings and fly,<br />
And go our separate ways.<br />
Even though it hurts to<br />
leave it behind in the past,<br />
I am grateful for the friendship that we had,<br />
And I thank the lucky star every day that you<br />
came into my life.<br />
I hope you’re happy,<br />
Because I was happy because of you.<br />
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Now all that’s left of you,<br />
Are just memories,<br />
But they are beautiful nonetheless.<br />
So I will hold them close to my heart<br />
and move on,<br />
For you will always be there.<br />
Thank you,<br />
For some of the best times of my life,<br />
For my youth wouldn’t have been the same<br />
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A SOLITUDE SERIES<br />
by raha fard<br />
Raha Fard is an Iranian-Canadian, Toronto based artist. She had<br />
Master’s degree in telecommunication engineering, before studying<br />
drawing and painting at OCAD University. She works in multiple<br />
disciplines such as drawing and painting, installation, digital art,<br />
and making short films to question how people are interconnected<br />
through their identity in different parts of the world despite their<br />
distance and their differences.<br />
about the artwork.<br />
Her works are reflections of her own lived experience in witnessing<br />
people who are suffering, due to social or political issues in<br />
other parts of the world. She had group exhibitions in Iran and<br />
Canada, and got “Online International Learning Residency”,<br />
collaboration between OCAD U and Mapua University in the<br />
Philippines.<br />
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DISCONNECT.<br />
by anjali chauhan<br />
RES/TART/ILIENCE.<br />
by kanthida ongarjsiri<br />
Do you still [ ] me? There’s interference<br />
obscuring the interface between us<br />
and the dear oblivion of campus daze,<br />
where your eyes’ capillaries expanded<br />
into a film of exhaustion. Now, I trace<br />
your saccades along the few pixels<br />
that blur my varsity sweater’s collar<br />
as the webcam lens refracts your gaze<br />
away, wavelengths from your face propagating<br />
without the sinuous clack of your heeled boots,<br />
the heated haze over your dark roast,<br />
your soft pilling sleeves stretching around my shoulders.<br />
Restart. Only applies to games.<br />
Escape. An easy mode in life.<br />
Smile. For the perfect photo.<br />
Insecurities. Reflected on the screen.<br />
Live. Pass the hardest level.<br />
Idealism. Time to offload it.<br />
Excellence. The game is over.<br />
Negativity. It has been slain.<br />
Compassion. Let go of comparisons.<br />
Empowerment. That is my name.<br />
Restart can happen in<br />
Realities.<br />
Resilience: your restart button.<br />
Resilience is always here;<br />
Resided in your mind,<br />
Connect the first letters,<br />
Congrats, you have found it.<br />
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Visual Credits: Krišjānis Kazaks<br />
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THE RESLIENT<br />
FLAME<br />
by anonymous<br />
Resiliency is an interesting concept.<br />
We often see resiliency in a multitude of things.<br />
In rubber bands, it bounces back when stretched to its limit,<br />
In sports, players push through that last defence line to win.<br />
Resiliency is everywhere.<br />
Have you ever thought resiliency to be like a fire?<br />
See, now this is a strange concept. We often see<br />
resilience as a way to “bounce” back from adverse events but<br />
rarely as something that can bring us back to life.<br />
When we see ourselves hurt by the people we love, there’s<br />
a fire within us that grows out of frustration. This one source<br />
of our fiery compassion slowly evolves into resentment and<br />
anger. Fire can keep us warm and bring light, but out of control –<br />
it can burn everything to the ground.<br />
about this piece.<br />
A lot of people think of resilience as something<br />
that helps you bounce back in some way.<br />
This poet reimagines it as something that flows<br />
back and forth, as a small flame or a bonfire. To<br />
them, resiliency is taming your inner strength.<br />
Not to burn everything down around oneself,<br />
but to return with the right kind of warmth.<br />
We ignore this fire within us in turbulent times,<br />
especially when alone.<br />
But this doesn’t mean our inner embers can’t be salvaged. It just<br />
means we need the right process of taming it.<br />
This is what emotional resilience is. To control the power<br />
you still have inside you and create something new out of it.<br />
That is true strength and stability.<br />
With all this said, take a moment for yourself to see how much<br />
you’ve tended to that fire within you this year.<br />
Be proud of yourself. Know how far you’ve come and know<br />
that this fire within you is capable of brightening up the world.<br />
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RESILIENCY: A NECESSARY VIRTUE OR AN<br />
OVERRATED CONCEPT?<br />
by saman saeed<br />
Visual Credits: Danielle Eagle<br />
Resilience. It is a word we have all encountered<br />
in our lives, one that is often<br />
paraded as the secret ingredient to overcoming<br />
life’s adversities. But what does<br />
resilience truly mean? If you ask me, it<br />
is that voice inside you, whispering keep<br />
going when the world around you has<br />
turned to chaos. It is the strength that<br />
helps you pick up the shattered pieces,<br />
wipe your tears, and stand up tall, ready<br />
to face the world once again.<br />
I remember when I first learned how<br />
to ride a bike. I was exhilarated, as the<br />
wind rushed past my ears, along with<br />
the thrill I got as I raced the bike. But<br />
that fantasy shattered as I suddenly fell.<br />
My vision lauded with scraped knees,<br />
blood, tears, and pain. Yet, amidst the<br />
hurt, there was this tiny spark within<br />
me that refused to be extinguished.<br />
A spark that pushed me to get back<br />
on that bike and pedal again, no matter<br />
how many times I fell. That spark is<br />
resilience. It is our refusal to be beaten<br />
down by setbacks. In our life’s journey,<br />
we all have our share of falls, but it is resilience<br />
that gives us the courage to rise<br />
after each one.<br />
Lately, there’s a quiet murmur, ripples of<br />
thought that ask some poignant questions:<br />
Are we, in our pursuit of resilience,<br />
forgetting to address the factors that<br />
knock us down? Are we so determined<br />
to not give up that we are willing to put<br />
ourselves at risk? A very simple example<br />
of this is of college students. How many<br />
of us have sacrificed countless hours of<br />
sleep, skipped meals, and avoided friends<br />
and family just to score a decent grade<br />
in a course, which at the end of the day<br />
would inevitably be curved down?<br />
We put ourselves and our mental health<br />
at stake just to prove that we did not give<br />
up. This is intertwined with our sense of<br />
community and responsibility as we do<br />
not want to disappoint our loved ones, resulting<br />
in us putting the collective needs<br />
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above our personal ones. Although this is<br />
an admirable trait, one must acknowledge<br />
and understand the importance of letting<br />
things go instead of fighting for something<br />
without a cause.<br />
Our understanding of resilience is also colored<br />
by the unique tapestry of our cultural<br />
backgrounds and life experiences. For<br />
someone like me who grew up in a tightly<br />
knit community where everyone supported<br />
and cared for each other, resilience is not<br />
just about personal tenacity. It’s intertwined<br />
with the collective strength of my community,<br />
the sense of unity that empowers us to<br />
overcome adversity together.<br />
At the same time, this collective resilience<br />
comes with a sense of responsibility,<br />
which may lead to one pushing aside their<br />
well-being just to ensure that their community<br />
is not let down. Now, consider my<br />
friend, someone who never relied on anyone.<br />
To her, resilience is a solitary endeavor,<br />
a testament to the power of individual<br />
resolve. In this context, one is resilient just<br />
for themselves. Essentially, resilience is not<br />
a one-size-fits-all concept.<br />
So, where does that leave us? We need a<br />
more balanced view, a perspective that embraces<br />
the complexity of resilience. Resilience<br />
is about nurturing that inner strength<br />
that helps us brave the storm, but it is also<br />
equally about recognizing when change is<br />
needed. Whether that changes on a personal<br />
level or a systemic level depends on<br />
the situation at hand. You cannot just keep<br />
on bandaging a wound that needs stitches<br />
to cope. Eventually, you will bleed out.<br />
A significant paradigm shift is thus needed<br />
to support and enhance resilience. As a<br />
society, we should aim to create an environment<br />
where resilience is not overburdened<br />
with the constant requirement to battle<br />
adversity but instead is recognized and<br />
supported through comprehensive means.<br />
Policies and societal structures need to be<br />
re-evaluated and designed to support individuals,<br />
acknowledging their struggles and<br />
lending them a hand when required, rather<br />
than just expecting them to bounce back<br />
tirelessly. On an individual level, we should<br />
strive for emotional intelligence, understanding<br />
our boundaries, learning when to<br />
push forward, and especially when to step<br />
back.<br />
Evidently, resilience is undoubtedly important.<br />
It is the fuel that drives us forward<br />
when the road gets rough. However,<br />
let’s not romanticize resilience to the point<br />
where we lose sight of the bigger picture. At<br />
the end of the day, life is about more than<br />
just surviving; it is about understanding<br />
why we fall, learning how to pick ourselves<br />
up, and working towards a world where we<br />
do not have to fall so hard so often. The romanticism<br />
of resilience should not deter us<br />
from recognizing its true essence: it is not<br />
a lonesome battle against adversity, but a<br />
dance with it, with ample support from our<br />
environment.<br />
Visual Credits: Aserusainhuu<br />
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THE IMPORTANCE OF STORYTELLING IN<br />
SOUTH ASIAN MENTAL HEALTH<br />
by shagun kanwar & arya bhat<br />
tw: mental illness, suicide, domestic violence, medical negelect<br />
INTRODUCTION<br />
Stories are a powerful medium to shape<br />
both an evolving culture and society at<br />
large. From oral traditions to motion picture<br />
films, storytelling continues to impact<br />
and inspire generations by dissecting<br />
societal issues out in the open, forcing us<br />
to re-evaluate stigmas and biases that have<br />
been systematically built into the very fabric<br />
of society.<br />
In recent years, filmmakers started vital<br />
conversations about mental health by sharing<br />
stories on screen that dared to speak<br />
up and not hide the struggles within the<br />
South Asian community. Editor-in-Chief<br />
Arya Bhat and Managing Editor Shagun<br />
Kanwar discuss two projects across the<br />
spectrum of both fiction and documentary,<br />
that rise up to mark in indelible ways.<br />
QALA, D: Anvita Dutt<br />
Shagun Kanwar: I have spent an incredible<br />
amount of time thinking about Qala. This<br />
film tells the haunting story of the destructive<br />
pressures of parental expectations, the<br />
looming ghosts of one’s own past, and the<br />
consequences an ambitious singer must face<br />
for the choices she makes. A story intricately<br />
weaved together by writer-director Anvitaa<br />
Dutt, this film is a masterpiece that takes<br />
you along a journey into the unraveling of<br />
an artist’s madness and grief.<br />
Generational trauma is at the forefront of<br />
this narrative, which is what I believe to be<br />
the consequence of the domination of patriarchy<br />
in society. Societal expectations influence<br />
the main character Qala’s mother,<br />
which in turn seep into the mother-daughter<br />
dynamic in a very toxic way.<br />
The mother-daughter relationship is a classic<br />
example of an authoritarian parenting<br />
style (according to Diana Baumrind’s development<br />
model), where there are high expectations<br />
& demands but low warmth, leading<br />
to an emotionally distant parental figure.<br />
In this case, we see an insecure ambivalent<br />
attachment because of inconsistent parenting<br />
behaviours and an unpredictable nature,<br />
which manifests as anxiousness, low-self<br />
esteem, desperation and a fear of abandonment<br />
as an adult. In this attachment style,<br />
the individual doesn’t respect their own personal<br />
boundaries because they are afraid of<br />
rejection and abandonment.<br />
In simpler terms, extremely high parental<br />
expectations and rejection of the Qala’s<br />
identity as a daughter and woman ultimately<br />
messes her up completely and irreversibly.<br />
Arya Bhat: It’s really important that we<br />
highlight relationships like Qala and her<br />
mother’s because of how people’s identities<br />
evolve. We all understand the age-old theory<br />
of nature vs. nurture in which an individual’s<br />
identity develops from both biological<br />
factors and environmental factors; these factors<br />
either work with or against each other.<br />
In Qala’s case, we see that her upbringing<br />
shapes her identity, or lack thereof, due to<br />
the cold and distant nature of her mother, as<br />
you mentioned earlier.<br />
We are also in this sort of renaissance age<br />
of social connection and networking at the<br />
moment, where we feel simultaneously more<br />
connected and apart in more ways than one.<br />
Because of this shift from an in-person<br />
connection to virtual, we perceive a higher<br />
prevalence of people going through the<br />
same thing, at least in my own lived experience.<br />
Regardless of whether we have this<br />
tool of connection, the idea of being open<br />
with strangers is viewed differently here in<br />
the diaspora versus the homeland. In Western<br />
countries, we are open to the practice of<br />
bringing an external body in to help us with<br />
our issues. However, back in the homeland,<br />
this is a sign that the familial unity or the<br />
collective has failed; and this blame is put on<br />
the individual for putting the community at<br />
a greater disadvantage.<br />
SK: That’s the unfortunate, harsh reality<br />
that needs to change. We can dig deeper<br />
within the family unit furthermore and analyze<br />
other interpersonal dynamics. In this<br />
film, they show Qala being educated but still<br />
held back as compared to another character,<br />
Jagan Batwal. Jagan becomes Qala’s contemporary<br />
and in a sense, Qala’s adopted brother.<br />
Instead of uplifting both her children,<br />
Qala’s mother holds her back. She proceeds<br />
to victimize Qala for her ambition.<br />
Dominating patriarchal notions are brought<br />
center-stage: sons, even adopted ones, are<br />
seen as the ones continuing a lineage, whereas<br />
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daughters are seen as<br />
paraya dhan, strangers<br />
meant to be given away.<br />
I really appreciated seeing this play out on<br />
screen in this film because it held up a mirror<br />
to society at large. This regressive belief<br />
holds back girls and women even today in<br />
certain South Asian societies where educated<br />
women who are meant to be married<br />
are seen as “trophy-wives” that shouldn’t use<br />
their acquired educational qualifications and<br />
talents. The other extreme is that some families<br />
won’t even give the opportunity for education<br />
because it’s seen as a wasted investment.<br />
This way of thinking needs to be left<br />
behind for our society to progress forward.<br />
AB: For sure, and I think this unfair burden<br />
of expectation & labor put on women can<br />
go in different directions. Even with today’s<br />
infrastructure for most women in the world<br />
to go out and receive an education, there are<br />
a myriad of ways in which they’re disadvantaged<br />
even with these esteemed credentials.<br />
Like any system, there are a bunch of factors<br />
working against and with each other.<br />
One example is of the beti-boss or “girlboss”<br />
movement. While the term girlboss was<br />
co-opted to be a part of this empowering<br />
movement, it is still created within a capitalist<br />
and patriarchal system. In a community<br />
where first born sons are prioritized, you get<br />
trapped in this vacuum of sorts. This patriarchal-capitalist<br />
system treats you expendable<br />
and easily replaceable, no matter how much<br />
knowledge or experience you may have.<br />
Another extreme version of this can be<br />
found in the Victorian era and even today<br />
in modern society where you see an intersection<br />
between class, gender, and labour.<br />
We may fall into the trap of thinking that<br />
because back then women had barely any<br />
rights compared to today, almost every<br />
woman stayed home and did not work, but<br />
that is not true. Only those who could afford<br />
not to work were at home. Those who<br />
could not took on multiple roles like maids,<br />
babysitters, chefs, etc. all at once. There still<br />
is a labour expectation, even from folks<br />
coming from different socioeconomic statuses.<br />
The capacity to utilize your knowledge<br />
and credentials is one thing, but being<br />
equipped with resources to do so is another.<br />
Those from lower socioeconomic backgrounds<br />
are still not able to do so because<br />
they have many shoes to fulfill before pursuing<br />
their own endeavors.<br />
SK: Agreed. We really need to zoom out<br />
and see the larger picture to understand<br />
all the social determinants impacting the<br />
progress of women.<br />
When I think about Qala, there is one incident<br />
that really stands out to me. When a<br />
doctor comes to see Qala after an incident,<br />
he dismisses her cry for help by brushing<br />
it aside as exhaustion. In this scene, alarm<br />
bells should have been going off in the<br />
doctor’s head that Qala is a patient at risk<br />
and has an unstable mental condition. The<br />
doctor goes on to say, “It’s nothing. This is<br />
something that all women tend to have, it’s<br />
totally normal” despite her clearly saying,<br />
“there is something wrong with me”.<br />
Medical systems and<br />
by extension, medical<br />
professionals can cause<br />
a lot of damage to the<br />
patients they treat when<br />
they don’t recognize<br />
their own biases.<br />
Even in today’s day and age, there are collapsing<br />
systems, underfunded healthcare,<br />
and medical professionals who don’t have<br />
appropriate training in place. This is a major<br />
problem because supports aren’t in place<br />
to help those in need.<br />
AB: It is great that you bring that up because<br />
we often see older generations with<br />
the bias that today’s generation is just complaining.<br />
But what complaining is to them,<br />
is what research shows as warning signs of<br />
developing mental illnesses. What they see<br />
as a lack of passion, is action paralysis, not<br />
boredom or laziness. Even with the concept<br />
of laziness, people are exhausted in some<br />
shape or form, and we need to encourage<br />
healthy habits to prevent future burnout<br />
periods rather than shaming others for being<br />
lazy.<br />
Speaking of warning signs, you are absolutely<br />
right in that healthcare institutions<br />
are severely underfunded nowadays. To be<br />
honest, I feel like they’ve always been underfunded.<br />
There’s a sociological term hegemony that<br />
comes to mind when you bring up collapsing<br />
systems. This term describes the human<br />
tendency to trust larger institutions,<br />
almost as if with a blind eye. With knowledge<br />
comes power, but that power can be<br />
exploited for all kinds of folks who don’t<br />
know their way around complex institutions<br />
like healthcare facilities. To navigate<br />
these systems, we need to understand how<br />
we fit in. Oftentimes clinicians and the<br />
medical community look at the microscopic<br />
phenomena of mental health, even when<br />
it comes to behavior.<br />
Grassroots organizations might bring a<br />
different perspective by raising awareness<br />
of how community support can allow folks<br />
to work with their mental illnesses, rather<br />
than work against it. We as academics<br />
might be too theory focused, but we should<br />
start asking the question:<br />
how do these behaviors translate<br />
into different parts of<br />
society?<br />
In this way, we re-evaluate our understanding<br />
of treatment to be more holistic for<br />
each community.<br />
SK: Through film, the audience is more<br />
aware of the problems that exist. Arya, we<br />
both have an academic background in neuroscience<br />
and psychology and have worked<br />
in spaces that deal extensively with mental<br />
health & equity, so we are blatantly aware<br />
of issues that do exist. I believe that more<br />
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people would be unaware or lack the knowledge<br />
about such problems if it were not for a<br />
film like Qala, that shows how mental illness<br />
is dismissed, especially amongst women, and<br />
what the consequences can be. I’m not saying<br />
that there is a complete lack of awareness<br />
but there are most definitely missing gaps in<br />
the consciousness of the general public.<br />
This is a reflection of society. I have heard<br />
in some South Asian families, people outright<br />
refuse to go to doctors because of the<br />
distrust in the system. This is ironic considering<br />
how many people want their children<br />
to become doctors. Anyways, the point I am<br />
getting at is,<br />
even if systems are<br />
flawed, people should<br />
not avoid getting the<br />
help they need. By being<br />
aware, they are more<br />
readily able to advocate<br />
for what is needed while<br />
navigating these complex<br />
systems.<br />
Films like 3 Idiots show how collective communities<br />
rally together in support of students<br />
facing immense mental stress & pressure in<br />
highly competitive academic environments.<br />
Dear Zindagi is another film where the protagonist<br />
goes out to seek mental support<br />
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through a therapist. These are all options<br />
communicated through film to educate the<br />
general public, while still entertaining the<br />
masses. Two birds with one stone!<br />
AB: Exactly! Working with what we have<br />
now, we have different ways and mediums<br />
of sharing knowledge, especially film as a<br />
tool to facilitate discussion. I hope people<br />
will continue to share their stories through<br />
film especially for South Asians like us,<br />
since it does bring back pre-colonial cultural<br />
elements.<br />
For instance, we see the concept of mindfulness<br />
all around the world today used in<br />
business retreats, employee assistance programs,<br />
etc, all while this concept originated<br />
in South Asian spaces. Mindfulness and<br />
reaching out to those in the community<br />
have always been in our culture. If we look<br />
back enough in our roots, we can recognize<br />
that all of these topics have been discussed<br />
for ages. However, an open discussion of<br />
mental health is beaten down because of<br />
how it has been portrayed in a post-colonial<br />
way. We are slowly moving forward in<br />
an age where we are finding ways to help<br />
decolonize mental health in South Asian<br />
communities. This is a chance to reframe<br />
our stories as spaces for learning, healing,<br />
and growth.<br />
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HOUSE OF SECRETS: THE BURA-<br />
RI DEATHS, D: Leena Yadav, Anubhav<br />
Chopra<br />
AB: House of Secrets shares the untold<br />
story of how 11 family members from the<br />
Chundawat family perished overnight,<br />
from their early beginnings to the hours<br />
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after their demise. While the premise is a<br />
mystery of finding out whether or not the<br />
family deaths were a mass murder or a mass<br />
suicide, directors Leena Yadav and Anubhav<br />
Chopra bring in underlying tensions, intrapersonal<br />
conflicts, and the consequences of<br />
unresolved trauma in a complex and conservative<br />
society.<br />
I am no film critic but I think when you<br />
watch a true crime documentary that is close<br />
to you by culture or another identity, it hits<br />
harder than you think. We often see South<br />
Asian parents and other families from marginalized<br />
backgrounds face internal pressures<br />
by not discussing their feelings with<br />
one another or an outside member, especially<br />
when most of these families are patriarchal.<br />
SK: Psychologist Rachana Johri aptly describes<br />
this reality in the documentary when<br />
she said,<br />
“I think what we saw in<br />
this family was an extreme<br />
version of what<br />
we see in families all<br />
over the world. The family<br />
presents itself very<br />
often, as this very beautiful,<br />
harmonious, intact<br />
‘Indian family’.<br />
Families have secrets<br />
and they can be preserved<br />
at all sorts of<br />
costs.”<br />
With this case, there are such complex power<br />
dynamics at play, that are not just specific<br />
to the insular family unit but the community<br />
and country at large. This tragedy took<br />
place in 2018 and is a direct consequence<br />
of the stigma around seeking mental health<br />
supports. I think it is high time that people<br />
move beyond log kya kahenge or “what will<br />
people say” and start having more conversations<br />
across all communities, albeit how uncomfortable<br />
they may be.<br />
AB: For sure, this phrase is something I<br />
think a lot of people in our community<br />
feel, that it holds back the next generation.<br />
I mean, why do we push this narrative that<br />
our aukaat or worth is dependent on how<br />
well we can hold down ourselves, let alone<br />
a family? Log kya kahenge pushes this idea<br />
that when we seek outside support it is like<br />
we are desecrating familial relationships by<br />
exposing family secrets. In the docuseries<br />
itself, we learn one of the daughters, who<br />
worked at an executive level in a company,<br />
did not socialize much at work. No one even<br />
knew she was getting married or what was<br />
happening with her and the rest of the family.<br />
Like this daughter, many people in South<br />
Asian societies misattribute the act of opening<br />
up as a form of weakness, due to an “us<br />
versus them” mentality.<br />
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In sociology, we have two kinds of families -<br />
a chosen and a biological family. A biological<br />
family is what you consider family by blood,<br />
while a chosen family is where you see family<br />
as a set of bonds outside your blood relatives.<br />
In a traditional joint family structure,<br />
everyone has their own role to play. These<br />
roles eventually shape each family member’s<br />
identity.<br />
When something in the<br />
environment disrupts<br />
that shaping of identity,<br />
it also disrupts this sociological<br />
system of how<br />
a typical nuclear family<br />
unit behaves.<br />
Lalit Chundawat experienced so much in<br />
such a short timespan that his role as man<br />
of the house conflicted with his innate need<br />
to take care of himself; and I think that<br />
changed the course of his social identity.<br />
SK: I find it troubling that despite recommendations<br />
for Lalit Chundawat to see a<br />
psychologist, it was brushed aside. This was<br />
after 3 traumatic incidents: a motorbike accident<br />
in 1988 where he sustained physical<br />
head injuries that made him drop out from<br />
medical studies, a murder attempt in 2004<br />
that led to Lalit not speaking for 3 years,<br />
and his father’s death in 2006. There was<br />
so much unresolved psychological trauma<br />
that resulted in substantial experiences that<br />
altered the trajectory of life. After each incident,<br />
there were considerable behavioural<br />
signs that were just brushed aside and never<br />
seriously addressed because of what I believe<br />
to be a fear of how society would perceive<br />
the family at large. There is this strong othering<br />
of dysfunctionality.<br />
AB: PTSD and other related trauma disorders<br />
in South Asian communities are very<br />
common, despite some folks’ attempts to<br />
suppress their symptoms. As we discussed<br />
earlier, these behavioral changes aren’t your<br />
typical reactions to events. These are warning<br />
signs that people need support from<br />
what they have experienced.<br />
We all need time to recover and rehabilitate<br />
what we have injured, whether it is our minds,<br />
our bodies, or our hearts. Everytime a deeply<br />
traumatic event occurs, neural networks in<br />
our brain reconfigure in such a way our brain<br />
tries to protect us from this “threat”. The<br />
less time we have to recover and the more<br />
trauma we go through, the more deeply set<br />
this defense mechanism becomes embedded<br />
in our behavior. In Lalit’s case, we are witnessing<br />
the detrimental effects of unresolved<br />
trauma. When Lalit’s family members dismissed<br />
outside help saying he “doesn’t need<br />
to see a psychologist”, this was a catalyst for<br />
the further disintegration of his neurological<br />
faculties.<br />
SK: After the psychological autopsy that<br />
was conducted after the family’s deaths, they<br />
concluded possibilities of mass or collective<br />
psychosis amongst the family members. A<br />
lot of these members had higher-level educational<br />
qualifications and jobs. Despite<br />
this, it seems that no one raised a question<br />
about the various flags over the years of the<br />
stronghold that Lalit’s coercion and control<br />
had over the entire family because in society,<br />
they seemed to be the picture-perfect family.<br />
I agree with journalist Barka Dutt’s sentiments<br />
when she said,<br />
“What we really need<br />
is a sociological autopsy.<br />
At the heart of it, there<br />
seems to be this mass resistance<br />
to talking about<br />
mental health...<br />
because we have stigmatized these conversations.<br />
I think that is the reason why a lot of<br />
times, we never find out the truth.”<br />
AB: With this sociological autopsy that Dutt<br />
mentioned, I think we should delve deeper<br />
into how nuclear families facing internal<br />
pressures internalize their roles and how<br />
conflicting ideas can create a pressure cooker<br />
environment. Internalizing social roles without<br />
having an awareness of the larger picture<br />
at hand can often lead to cult-like following<br />
behavior; especially when we have a leading<br />
individual claiming to hear voices or see visions.<br />
In the Chundawats’ case, we see this<br />
gradual surrender from the rest of the family<br />
members towards Lalit, because of how he<br />
contributed as the “Man of the House” following<br />
his father’s death.<br />
Sociology’s Focault discusses knowledge as<br />
a source of power and how power is able to<br />
flow through institutions and people rather<br />
than being created in them. Lalit had this<br />
knowledge that other family members did<br />
not have access to, and as a result, started to<br />
follow Lalit’s teachings and demands in the<br />
name of reaching some kind of truth.<br />
Regardless, this behavior of surrendering all<br />
awareness and autonomy to one person is<br />
troubling. Even in less extreme cases, we see<br />
this kind of phenomena in other parts of society,<br />
where people follow an altered perception<br />
of reality. For example, you see propaganda<br />
and all kinds of misinformation that<br />
creates fear mongering in people. In politics<br />
and government, you see movements or social<br />
phenomena created to enforce a certain<br />
narrative or justify an action.<br />
SK: Journalists and the media have a responsibility<br />
to report ethically. However,<br />
due to sensationalized reporting and unethical<br />
media practices, this case was paraded<br />
around in a voyeuristic fashion. This could<br />
have been an opportunity to educate the<br />
masses at large and promote positive societal<br />
change. This tragedy occurred in 2018 and I<br />
believe that the way the case was reported<br />
re-traumatized the community at large.<br />
As someone with a background in documentary,<br />
I do think that filmmaker Leena Yadav<br />
has made considerable efforts to handle this<br />
topic with lots of care and sensitivity. With<br />
this case and film specifically, I was really<br />
thinking about the ethics of documentary<br />
filmmaking. One thought that came up was<br />
if there was any community care in place for<br />
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a community already suffering. In an interview,<br />
Leena Yadav shared that, “those were<br />
very difficult conversations, I must admit.<br />
But I will always remember a beautiful incident<br />
that happened, while we were interviewing<br />
the family members, one of them<br />
came up to me and thanked me saying that<br />
this was like therapy for him. This is when I<br />
felt we’re doing the right thing…”.<br />
The process of interviewing affected community<br />
members for this documentary was<br />
one outlet for talking about this disturbing<br />
incident that uprooted their lives and correcting<br />
the media narrative. But beyond that,<br />
I truly wonder if there were any community<br />
supports in place.<br />
AB: I wonder that as well. This was not just<br />
another event that people move on from. I<br />
mean three whole generations passed away<br />
under one roof, and what? Forensic teams,<br />
journalists, police, everyone had wall to wall<br />
coverage with this. At one point I thought<br />
that these members of society would be able<br />
to detach themselves from their work, unlike<br />
the surviving relatives, neighbors, and family<br />
friends. But the truth is, they’ve become a<br />
part of the grieving community as well. Seeing<br />
your own loved ones in those who have<br />
passed in an unimaginable way can mortify<br />
you.<br />
This is why it’s so important to reimagine<br />
what community safety & care looks like and<br />
implement in place. These supports provide<br />
closure and an outlet to be vulnerable with<br />
others. When these supports are embedded<br />
in a community, especially one that is shaken<br />
to its core, we see new values develop, new<br />
words that describe this unity which may<br />
be untranslatable but are still meaningful in<br />
their own ways. Only people who grew up in<br />
those kinds of settings may be able to understand<br />
what this means.<br />
What the Burari community went through<br />
is not intergenerational trauma, nor would<br />
it be collective trauma. I think in this case it<br />
was a form of trauma bonding where people<br />
were not directly affected by the tragedy, but<br />
learning about one of their own community<br />
members passing in a bizarre way did something<br />
to them. In the docuseries, you’ll see<br />
community members like that rallying together.<br />
CONCLUSION<br />
As difficult it is to say, the case of Qala in<br />
a fictional sense and the documentation of<br />
the Chunawat family’s history are two of<br />
many examples of a larger epidemic in the<br />
South Asian subcontinent. The lack of understanding<br />
and community approaches can<br />
devastate the population at large, so it is important<br />
we start making space for uncomfortable<br />
conversations and address harmful<br />
misinformation about mental health and<br />
mental illness. Turning a blind eye cannot<br />
be a solution anymore, because how many<br />
more families will ask themselves, “Who<br />
else will have this same kind of fate”? It is<br />
not a community’s job to fix the individual.<br />
Rather, it is their job to hold the individual’s<br />
hand while they fix themselves. In this way,<br />
we provide support and give autonomy back<br />
to the individual.<br />
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SOLITAIRE<br />
by palwashay mughal<br />
about this piece.<br />
Solitaire means isolation in French. It is a<br />
story about the toxicity of social media. How<br />
social media creates less connections between<br />
people and more resentment, jealousy,<br />
and mental health issues. It is a story about<br />
the power of relationships and how to create<br />
meaningful bonds in moments for crisis.<br />
Donna tapped on her Flo app to mark the first day of her period.<br />
It was official. She was getting divorced and there was no<br />
baby to save the marriage. No reason to call Ivan or force him<br />
to come back and reconcile.<br />
Donna looked around her new two-bedroom condo. After the<br />
divorce she had to move out of her ex-husband’s house. He<br />
never needed her to pitch in with the mortgage. The grey carpet<br />
was thin and moist. The walls were yellowish white. The<br />
kitchen was connected to the living room and had white tiles.<br />
Donna was cold so she wrapped herself with her blanket, laid<br />
down on her couch and started to scroll through her phone.<br />
After some time, Donna’s eyes found her seven-year-old<br />
daughter in the corner of the living room with her eyes glued<br />
to her iPad. Donna was glad she smuggled the iPad when she<br />
moved out of Ivan’s house. If she hadn’t, Julie would have driven<br />
her crazy by asking her for bedtime stories, going out to play<br />
in the park, or snacks and other annoyances. Donna realised<br />
when Julie was four that the iPad would shut her up. The only<br />
thing Julie ever asked for was a charger. One would assume<br />
a marriage would last if the child was not fussy. That was not<br />
true. She stared at Julie and in that moment, she wished her<br />
daughter would just disappear.<br />
Donna broke her stare, looked down at her tummy rolls and<br />
wished even harder. She hoped that when she looked up Julie<br />
would be gone and that she would be twenty-three and thin<br />
again. If her wish came true she could have anyone she wanted<br />
including her husband... ex-husband.<br />
“I want a baby.” thought Donna. Her eyes went back to Julie<br />
and she wrinkled her nose as if she smelt expired milk. Now<br />
that Julie was seven, she has ceased to be cute. Donna could see<br />
that she would grow up to be plain. She knew Julie was ugly<br />
because Donna had stopped receiving compliments.<br />
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No one praised her for pumping out a soft, chubby baby. People<br />
just saw a sticky, plain child and moved on. No bassinets, no<br />
pink ribbons, no one wanting to touch her tummy rolls... that<br />
kind of touching was only reserved for gloriously hard, bulbous<br />
and very pregnant bellies. No compliments on her glow during<br />
baby showers, no massages from Ivan and no one asking her in<br />
the elevator when she was due. All of that was gone and Donna<br />
was left with a plain, sticky child. She wanted a baby this<br />
time. Not a child. No one cares about a child after they turn<br />
five. They stop being cute. They talk, ask questions and whine.<br />
Their cheeks deflate, their limbs grow and their nose turns out<br />
like Julie’s.<br />
IV<br />
“Hey Greg! I had fun last week and hope to see you again for a<br />
second date.” Donna’s fingers itched to press the call button but<br />
tried to be content with just a text. However, impatience is like<br />
a razor burn. You can’t help it until you scratch every single<br />
molecular level of dryness. She pressed the call button. Voicemail.<br />
She called again. Maybe he was in the bathroom?<br />
“I’m sorry the number you are trying to reach is not in service. Please<br />
check the number and try your call again,” replied a monotone<br />
voice.<br />
II<br />
Donna swiped right. She liked Greg. His profile said six feet<br />
one, loves dogs and philosophy. Donna only knew enough philosophy<br />
to pass her exam during her first year at university.<br />
Who has the time to read philosophy after they get married,<br />
especially when one has a kid? Donna looked up from her<br />
phone to Julie. Her daughter was watching YouTube quietly<br />
on her iPad.<br />
III<br />
“My divorce was brutal,” said Greg after a sip a whiskey. “I just<br />
felt so empty after Naila left, you know. I don’t know what went<br />
wrong. It was just wrong. My kids are surely fucked up but I<br />
just wanna move on you know?”<br />
“I know exactly what you mean. It’s already so hard to connect<br />
with someone but when you do-life gets in the way, you know<br />
like kids and responsibilities,” said Donna.<br />
“Oh yeah! My kids drive me nuts.” “Same.” “You wanna get<br />
outta here?” asked Greg. Donna nodded and they went to a<br />
motel.<br />
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“Mom, what’s for lunch?” asked Julie as she came into the living<br />
room. Donna did not reply. She was busy concentrating on<br />
Greg’s Instagram. She wanted to make sure not to tap on any<br />
picture. Julie went to the kitchen cabinet and took out a big bag<br />
of Cheetos and began munching. She turned on SpongeBob<br />
but after a few minutes her iPad died.<br />
“Mom, where did you put the charger?”<br />
It was not a good time to ask that question because the moment<br />
Julie did, Donna accidently tapped on a picture posted in<br />
After an hour of scrolling her phone died. She closed her eyes<br />
and thought of Ivan and Greg, shifting from one memory to<br />
the next. She felt contented and comforted for a little while<br />
in her memories but then opened her eyes. The blue darkness<br />
enveloped around her. In that moment she never felt so lonely,<br />
used and stuck. Silent tears began to slide and then she began<br />
to wail.<br />
VI<br />
Donna’s days just passed by. Hours didn’t really matter. The<br />
most she did was cook but not very elaborate meals. Eggs, pasta<br />
or hummus on white bread. She took long, hot showers but<br />
they only helped for an hour or two. The worst part was falling<br />
asleep. She thought about Ivan and Greg and immediately<br />
burst into tears.<br />
She finished her hourly scrolling before bed. Someone bought<br />
a new car, had a barbeque picnic in the park, married, baby,<br />
graduation, new job...<br />
2018.<br />
“Fuck!” Cold sweat broke out on Donna’s back and her fingers<br />
began to shake. She immediately unliked the picture but did<br />
not know how much damage was done. Fear turned into anger.<br />
Donna stomped towards Julie, grabbed her iPad and flung it to<br />
the wall.<br />
V<br />
Donna checked her phone. It had been two weeks since her date<br />
with Greg. He didn’t get back to her. She was in bed scrolling<br />
through Instagram. TikTok memes echoed in her room.<br />
When she clicked off her phone, she was again enveloped in<br />
the blue darkness of her bedroom. She waited to fall asleep but<br />
ended up making scenarios in her head, shifting from memory<br />
to fiction. Her heart sank. She became anxious when she<br />
opened her eyes and remembered where she was.<br />
The tears silently slid this time but were followed by choking<br />
sounds of hysteria and panic. She did not hear Julie enter<br />
her bedroom while she cried. The seven-year-old turned on the<br />
lamp, filling Donna’s room with yellowish pink light. The child<br />
climbed in bed with her ailing mother and put her right hand<br />
on Donna’s forehead. In her left hand was a book. Julie’s thumb<br />
was between page one and page two. She read, “In a hole in the<br />
ground there lived a hobbit...” and in between each word read<br />
by Julie, Donna sobbed a little less until she drifted to sleep<br />
dreaming of dragons.<br />
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