On Swallowing Seeds

As a child, I vividly remember my classmates warning me that if I swallowed a fruit seed, the fruit would grow inside my stomach. When I was first prescribed antidepressants, my mind wandered to that childhood fear. What if, instead of a fruit growing inside me, I grow to become an entirely different person? What if this pill plants a monstrous human being?

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½ Filipino = being a fractioned Filipino in the Gulf

“Discourse and nuances exploring mixed Filipinos in the Gulf remains to be what I consider uncharted waters. While interracial relationships and mixed children are commonplace in the region, it disproportionately lacks representation, rich depictions, and timely narratives within the OFW diaspora experience, societal depictions and documentations of the Gulf region. And when it is represented, it is depicted with problematic generalisations.”

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Harvest Season

Maitha AlSuwaidi writes a melancholic letter to her brother: “You’re funny when you try to be. And you’re caring when you want to be. I admire that about you. I also admire that you don’t try hard to impress our mother, and I think your nonchalance ironically impresses her.”

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