Honoring the Class of 2020

For anyone reading this, what did you enjoy about your senior year of high school, if you’ve gotten that far?

I valued the final months in connection with close friends who I would soon be parted from.

I sat under the Jacaranda tree on my campus during its last spring, knowing that was its last spring. I tucked fallen purple petals in my pockets and contemplated acts of civil disobedience to save it, knowing I couldn’t save it regardless.

I pulled my first all-nighter, reading King Lear and a biography of Shakespeare plus writing a comparative essay all in the space of 24 hours. When I got an A- on the paper, I knew I was ready for college.

I traveled on airplanes with friends to tour universities as prospective freshmen. I wore the sweatshirt of my chosen college to school every day.

I was grateful for the honors I’d worked hard for and made sacrifices to achieve from my school and community organizations. My peers voted me “Student of the Year,” which felt odd because I didn’t think most of them knew I existed.

I enjoyed the romance of the ocean meeting the sand. I didn’t fall in love there, but love was realized there for me nonetheless. I took 59 cent tacos to Marine Street and played a game of eating them before the gulls noticed me.

I signed yearbooks in which friends who knew me best saved entire pages “Reserved for Kimbi” because they understood brevity wasn’t my thing, and they wanted all of my words.

I dressed in a cap and gown draped in gold cords. When I went to shake my coach’s hand, he embraced my whole forearm. That handshake, trembling with Parkinson’s, was one of the strongest, most heartfelt touches I’ve ever experienced.

Those memories are irreplaceable.

Class of 2020, you deserve better. You deserve the best. I KNOW it in the depths of my heart and soul. I honor each of you, including my daughter.

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An important open letter from Hurriyat leader and freedom fighter Syed Ali Shah Geelani sahab to all Kashmiris

I urge the Muslim world community and especially the honorable Imran Khan to please prevent this grave injustice from being carried out by India

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A brief note from shinta, reflecting on what society has become

Humans have not progressed as much as they believe since the feudal ages. Even today, we worship Lords and Kings as if they were god. The titles may have changed - we call them CEOs and Presidents and Ministers now - but their offices and functions are pretty much the same. And therefore, the injustices and inequalities, the oppressions and cruelties perpetrated, are pretty much the same. Humans believe they have the right to rule over us, simply because they said so.

The word Freedom today holds no meaning. We cannot even choose what time to wake up in the morning, or the place we want to live, or the people we meet everyday. There is only work, doing the same thing over and over and over again until we are too old to do it anymore. All in exchange for our lives, which we sell piecemeal hour by the hour.

We have long been conditioned to believe that this is the way things should be. So much so that humans have internalized it to the point that we cannot imagine a world other than this. There are humans who would hate you just for believing that a better world is possible. And there are Lords and Kings who would kill us for believing so. Just how twisted has this world made us?

How much of your dreams and passions are truly yours? How much of your heart is truly yours? When your soul cries out in pain, do you truly understand why? Do you even notice your soul crying out?

We are not free. We are ruled by Lords and Kings who truly believe that money and power are far more important than our hearts, our souls, our very humanity. Our lives are shaped by the systems they put in place, and these systems do not see us as humans. Life is not painful - we simply happen to be living in a world that lives off the degradation of our humanity.

Can you believe it? We live our lives ruled by faceless, heartless systems and we allow it because it promises to give us money for it…

Truly, what kind of world do we humans wish to live in? What is your answer?

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Ein lauer Sommerabend. Die Stadt ist brechend voll, es ist reges treiben. Überall sind Menschen, sie lachen, sind ausgelassen und glücklich. Der Himmel ist blau, strahlend blau. Keine Wolke am Himmel, nichts aus Flugzeuge, die den Himmel kreuzen. Ich laufe durch die Stadt als gäbe es kein Morgen. Immer wieder neue Ecken in die ich mich verliebe. Ich laufe und laufe. Das Hupen der Autos in meinen Ohren, die stickige Luft in meiner Nase aber irgendwas ist dabei was ich liebe. Ich liebe diese Stadt, diesen Trubel. An einem kleinen Café mache ich halt. Ich schaue auf den Hudson River und merke wie glücklich ich hier bin. Hier ist alles ein bisschen weniger schwer, alles so leicht. So weit weg von Zuhause, von den Problemen die da herrschten. Von den Menschen die mir nicht gut taten. Von all dem Schlechten. Es liegen tausende Kilometer zwischen uns, endlich fange ich an zu leben. Ich fühle mich so unbeschwert und frei.