Randomly selected articles from this year's issue

We Know

Saygun Gökarıksel, Writing Fellow, Doctoral Candidate in Anthropology


“When will they stop writing such letters,” thought the public administration officer. He had been working in the department responsible for answering the citizen’s complaints for more than a decade. Reading about other people’s problems, complaints, and life stories was a learning experience for him. When the letter was sufficiently attractive, he would then dream about what the author might look like. He spied on many strange faces, eavesdropped on many secret conversations, and recorded many previously unfamiliar stories to his diary as “words from friends.” He befriended those words that reminded him of the society he lived in even during his most solitary hours spent at his desk in the office. But how about this newly arrived letter? “Today everyone seems to be in ridiculously inflated debt with no prospects of repayment,” he thought. What was there to say ...

I Write For My Rights

Mohammed Subhabi, Queens College Student


I write because many in history have written for various reasons. But whatever they may be: I write for my rights. Sometimes we write because we want to write and don’t know why. It all starts with a pen and paper, and most importantly the mind. The mind renders its thoughts on the paper. For me my rights are important, and everyone should know their rights living in America. In college we have to know our rights. I even believe there are rights for writers, copyright, and one shouldn’t allow others
to obtain and dismantle another person’s ownership. It is imperative as writers that we write 
and don’t stop because someone criticizes our work. As writers we have rights, but we should not be immune 
to respectful criticism that doesn’t allow the other person 
to speak in vulgar language against our work. As a writer I feel I write for my ...

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