The Libyan State Police recently launched a controversial campaign arresting young Libyans and suppressing their right to self-expression. They claim that those young Libyans are attempting to spread “false ideas” threatening Libyan social and Islamic values. They described those ideas as “feminism”, “queerness/LGBTQ”, “atheism & secularism”. They stated they are…

On the first of July, I lost my beloved grandmother. Losing her felt unexpected. I thought she had more years left, or I hoped she would. I wanted to hug her a little more, especially since I was abroad the last couple of years and I didn’t get to see…

Have you ever wrestled with conflicting feelings, like feeling hopeful yet fearful? Or feeling like you want to keep on living but you’re also very exhausted? Have you ever been taken over by overwhelming emotions? And then you tried to suppress them with your mind because feeling too much can…

First, let’s begin with the adjective “progressive”. A simple Google search shows it’s related to words like “progress’, “development”, “reform”, “innovation”, “forward-thinking”..etc. Through these words, we can see that to think progressively means to think along the lines of development and innovation. Though you now may ask: what kind of…

The creative force may be separated into two parts: the expressed, and the unexpressed. The creative process isn’t linear and it’s not like having an idea or a light bulb moment that then is simply expressed. Being creative for some can look like a constant stream of ideas, visions, and…

I don’t identify as a philosopher nor I read any heavy complicated philosophical literature. Though I find myself traveling to philosophy land quite often. I’ve always been curious about humans, the nature of reality, and the beliefs that structure our lives. I find people fascinating, but I never quite understand…

He used to dim the lights in his room every night after he got back from work. He lit a candle and stared at it. He found it comforting to watch the flame burn slowly and peacefully. He lived by the sea, so he’d listen to the crashing waves too…

There was once a woman who lived a seemingly ordinary life. Her days were sometimes good and sometimes bad. She lived an imperfect life like humans do. What set her apart was her art. She saw the world through different eyes that were expansive, introspective, and dreamy. In her daily…

I never could figure out where my self begins and ends. Is the self something measurable? If we can measure it, then how big it is? or how small? And as I ask these questions, I realized just how absurd it is to think of self in terms of size…