Wombs and Bilums: Post-natal Care in Papua New Guinea
The bilum bag is a frayed womb, a ropey stringy thing of not only dancing fibres, but legacies of strength and resilience, legacy intertwined like gentle whispers in its yarny midst. The bilum bag is a rite of passage, a story, an artefact and an heirloom carried by men and women alike throughout the course of their lives-
Arab Fashion from the Past and Present: An Under-represented Costume Tradition
From soap making and cosmetics to costume in the Abbasid Caliphate, Nehal of the blog Lugatism explores the rich history of adornment through the Middle Ages. Read on to learn why she began an odyssey into Medieval Arabo-Islamic beauty practices and costume culture.
The Hijab as an Alien: Neil deGrasse Tyson, Sheikh Abdul Fattah and Expansive Horizons
The thing about horizons is that they are always subjective. Opening your front door will always give way to your immediate horizon, the squeal of playing children and the clamour or alternatively the silence of life in your neighbourhood- most intriguingly the curve of the sky meeting the earth.
k.eltinaé, borders and butterflies
k.eltinaé is a Sudanese writer of Nubian descent and a third culture kid who with his poetry collection, negotiates borders and ideas as adroitly and beautifully as the argonaut that is the butterfly.
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Beyond Esoteric Muses
“At moonset I was born Dawn leaned over the universe And night’s breast In rage tore its tunic.” ~Malika al-Assimi — The women are for expansion. Sinuous, flexuous, their gentle force pervades through the motley Silk Road, at moonrise, at moonset, captured in the archaic record of the times and sealed in the arc of…
The Mind of Artist Soraya Through Illustration
Soraya is formerly one half of MZAB magazine and an artist based in Paris. These illustrations below exhibit underwater themes, repetitive motifs and intricate designs. She is the illustrator behind MZABs logo, the elusive Tuareg in a turban.
Ocean around them
I am vast, blue timeworn colossus, rolling, the green hills of Qwahu brown scars of the Nuer I can go deeper, hold it and deeper still hold, hold. In these things lie no permission, everything- is for the taking- the giving. Heirloom scattered coral, pirouette in the deep, I find language and stories of them…
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