You Can Hit Rock Bottom Twice

Summer of 2014. A younger version of myself who possessed a burning passion towards cricket. A fundamental element of culture, bringing international recognition and national pride to Bangladesh. The people that brought us this recognition were worshipped. Cricketers were idolised.

Run

In Mexico, around 10 women are killed per day (INEGI, 2021). Protests and marches around the country happen multiple times a year. But, just when we think the government is going to take action and that people are more aware about the issue, another femicide happens, taking us back to where we started.

Body Crazy

After noticing an unsettling trend on social media, I have come to the realization that the harmful unrealistic standards imposed on women’s bodies have not disappeared, but rather evolved.

I’ve been quiet(ly silenced) for way too long

This article arose from self-reflection upon the challenges that I have gone through in my time here. Now that I have moved past said challenges, I have realized that they were needless —and some even unacceptable coming from a UWC community. Thus, I decided to speak up and share some of the conclusions of my reflection. Before you continue reading, I want to state that this article is not intended to create controversy or resentment, but to be taken as an opener for an honest discussion. I know that we all can reflect and act to do better here, and in future communities where we will engage.

A Note To My First Crush

As of October of 2020, the government of Bangladesh approved an amendment that allows rapists to be charged with the death penalty. This sparked protests all over the country, renowned activists saying it was a hasty solution to a complex and deep-rooted problem, calling for a nationwide discussion on rape culture and gender-based violence. These discussions brought me to think about the time I found out what my childhood crush had been up these last couple years.