As 7 p.m. approached, the intimate studio space slowly filled with people. Its warm, dim lighting became a refuge from the frigid Toronto...

A poem about change

The album is a rollercoaster of emotions that continues her story of love, loss, and self-discovery.

My reflection as a creative on International Muslim Women’s Day By Sania Ali Much like the difficulty of holding hot coals in your hands, the Prophet (pbuh) said that there will come a time when holding onto your faith mimics this exact struggle. Muslim Women’s Day is a day of celebration. It’s a day to put aside the political, personal, and social views society may hold of Muslim women and celebrate them for who they are. Despite the external and internal battles Muslim wome

Being warm has never looked so 'COOL'

Maybe in an alternate universe, I’ll attend Oxford. Maybe I already did. The dream, and my academic validation, still remain.

Embarrassment, insecurities, and the fear of not climaxing

It takes a very strong person to recognize, push through, and overcome that previous mindset

As humans, we constantly seek validation. But it should not be the sole reason for ambition.

By: Emma O’Connor Image by Tumisu from Pixabay “To Luc” was written with my friend, who had recently lost their father, in mind. It is mostly a letter to my past self, but also a letter to anyone who has experienced the loss of a loved one; more specifically, lost a loved one to self-inflicted death. It briefly explains how the world will be and how life will progress as grief passes through. You’ve had your world crumble beneath your feet. For you, time stops, nothing feels

By: Kyana Alvarez Image by Ritaundmit from Pixaby Hello you, It's been a month since your charity saved me And allowed me to live free. Your sweet kindness liberates from her and bounds to him, And I've never been happier than when I'm in the gloomy dim. A month since she turned from a drooping tulip into a raging wildfire A month since I've grown ever higher Since I descended into the dark land Since I snatched at your extended hand. Because you told me you did not know My

By: Emma O’Connor “I Love You Too” is for my father who ended his life in the Spring of 2018. This sonnet is written in the Shakespearean style; iambic pentameter and rhyming structure. Some of the feelings I have felt throughout the years are reflected in this sonnet. Image by Joe from Pixaby What could I have said to have made you stay? “The lawn’s not cut and I don’t know how,” or Maybe “I love you too” and not just “okay.” Would it have helped if I had just been more? Wh

A glimpse into the lives of Iranian women living in the diaspora after Amini’s death, through the perspective of a young Iranian woman.

Revenge is a dish best served with spicy peanut noodles— and it tastes like a lot of self-love

How this Calgary-born jazz artist is making her mark on the timeless genre

How acceptance and love validated my truth

Memories of my time working at an ice cream shop, and a journey through the many moods that one dessert can elicit

Akcinya leans on friends working in creative disciplines to learn how she can rediscover her creativity

The word ‘foreign’ does not belong in my vocabulary

Too Indian for the Caucasian people and too Caucasian for the Indian people