Miss Water Body – a poem

Miss Water Body – a poem

by Aryanna Alikhan  


She dances with the wind,

Whirls and whooshes as the tide begins to rise,

Her power becomes like a woman with a million electrolytes.

She’s indestructible,

But her babies always in danger,

When Man pollutes her mind with toxins

And poisonous pollutants of their crimes.

Undisturbed by the damage,

The men continue to build,

And they encaptivate her in prison walls

Called dams.

Her babies begin to sink,

They begin to drown,

She begins to rise but by becoming a prisoner

In the eyes

Of men of the Americas.

How can she escape when toxic masculinity

Gives them power to define

Her future.

To strip her bare,

 of her energy, wisdom, and power,

For hydroelectricity and industrial needs.

Feeding them exactly what they need

For profit and to feed

Their homes with whatever they need.

Their wants exceed their needs,

Demand exceeds the supply that she can supply,

Taking away everything that she needs

To survive.

One at a time

Murdering her babies and cutting her at her knees,

The only thing she asks is “please save my babies”.

The salmon of her rivers,

To her friends along the side.

The trees

That require her

To feed

On the fertilized soil

That she provides.

She is the river,

She is the sea,

She is the ocean across the planet,

That the men think they lead.

She is Miss Waterbody.

Under colonization,

She is held prisoner,

Surrounded by walls,

Or littering souls,

Constantly her body is being defamed

by a black gooey substance called crude oil

Left on her for eternity,


Being harassed,

The men of war continue to attack.

Her only plea

Is “please save my babies!”

This poem was written by Aryanna Alikhan

2030: A Collage

2030: A Collage

by Genevieve Qua-Enoo  


According to the 2015 Paris Agreement, several countries were called to cut carbon emissions by 45% by 2030 and fully by 2050 to keep global warming below 1.5. However, new studies tell us that if we continue as we are now, we may miss that goal as early as 2030. For this reason, I made this poster as a call to action, to prevent even more damage than we’re already increasingly causing to our planet. With cluttered newspapers, I tried to represent how throughout our daily lives, we are so overwhelmed and inundated with stuff to do and news or drama around the world, so we procrastinate over taking climate action. But ironically, all the things we busy ourselves with instead of acting will be affected and changed if we don’t face the inevitable and fight the climate crisis. The space in the middle symbolizes this, in a way showing you what’s beyond all the noise. Moreover pictures inside the zeros allude to net zero (the goal of a small amount of emissions), where the imagery is positive to represent a better, more sustainable future. In contrast, the imagery in the two and the three shows the harm being done to our planet if we don’t. 








This was created by Genevieve Qua-Enoo

An Ode to My Hijab

An Ode to My Hijab

by Aryanna Alikhan  


At the age of 7, I took my aunt’s cashmere scarf and continued to wrap it around the world of my head,

Day One: All the baby hairs showing

Day two: transformed into a tighter tangle of the hair, the ringlets flattened as the pressure continued.

Day Three: I gave up the effort

Day Three-Sixty-Five: was me going to the market to buy a hundred types of cashmere colourful scarves,

I continue the ritual of the daily namaz as I gently kneel and place my forehead onto the ground of the mat painted with an antique gold of the Kabah in Mecca.

The cashmere became a symbol of heaven,
daily routine,
and a devoted faith to whomever the One I prayed towards.

A simple, delicate, warm and light scarf managed to transform the way my movement and momentum of life flowed towards.

7759 days later, and the gratitude has become a multitude of daily confidence, daily reminders and daily serenity from my body to my mind to my soul.

The world looks at this beautiful act of Hijab as a terror,
but they have carved a mind through the social world that media portrays,
without seeing the way that we actually practice it.

The true meaning and purpose of a scarf covering every ringlet on our head is devotion.

It is empowerment. It is trust. It is faith. It is a unity of women.

This poem was written by Aryanna Alikhan

Tears Flow – a poem

Tears Flow – a poem

by Aryanna Alikhan  


Down my cheeks like the river creating an erosion as the skin cells erode like the soil does as the water levels are rising.

Tears flow as the river floods.

Glaciers are melting and slowly so am I.

Climate change is real on the earth I reside on and the biodiversity within me.

The climate crisis and my life’s mid 20s crisis have become parallel on this universe and the one beyond.

How to tackle climate change is the same way we tackle our journeys personal change.

We create the change. We cannot reverse, but we can act.

This poem was written by Aryanna Alikhan

Acts of Kindness – A Poem

Acts of Kindness – A Poem

by Bisher Abu Thwabeh  


Spread kindness whenever you can, for it improves us all.

Kindness makes the world go round, so go forth and astound, through kind deeds; big or small.  

Do not overcomplicate things, kindness is not extravagant. 

It can be as simple as a smile, or a nod to a stranger, that is genuine and meant. 

It enhances our mood, to be kind and not rude, so spread positivity. 

For being kind and not just polite, is always something that is right, and brings us closer to divinity. 

There are endless ways to be kind, so use your imagination.

Give back to the community, promote harmony and unity, and make positive creations.

Never cease to amaze, by doing kind things everyday, we can all be that example.

This poem is also a reminder to myself, to be kinder and live well, and treat others with an amount of compassion that is ample.

This poem was written by Bisher Abu Thwabeh