“Who’s that?” Mama Sayyida asked again within ten minutes.
“She’s my daughter,” I smiled.
“What’s her name?”
“Sayyida?” she giggled. “Are you serious?”
“Yes. I named her after you.”
Let me start off by saying this is NOT a research paper. It’s simply the first part of a longer rant. I want to get all the negative energy out of my system and into the wild (sorry universe!). Continue reading “War Rant – Part 1: The War Narrative and the Death of Philosophy”
After a year and a half of being inactive or semi-active on social media, mainly due to a phase of reflection and depression, I began to tweet from time to time after the start of the war. Continue reading “War Rant War Rant- Part 2: War Awakens Burried Prejudices”