Runner Up: Once Upon An Uber

I’d thought the advert was a hoax at first. It had been at the bottom of the jobs section in the newspaper – ‘Driver wanted – must believe in fairies.’   Still, I went for…

Shortlisted Entry: Back by Dusk

Crack. Mara turned in her place, heart slamming against her chest. She could see nothing beyond the darkness of the forest.   “Who’s there?!” She cried weakly, but no response followed. She cursed herself coming…

The Mental State of Art

On 24th February, 2017, Chinese photographer and poet, Ren Hang took his life by jumping out off the 28th floor of a building. The New York Times obituary spoke of his cyclical depression and  his…

New Chapter: Lateefa Bint Maktoum’s Solo Exhibition at Tashkeel, Dubai

In her first solo exhibition named ‘New Chapter,’ Lateefa Bint Maktoum, Founder and Director of Tashkeel, tells us of her journey of motherhood in its varying stages from the conception to birth, including all the…

Shortlisted Entry: Stardust

Choosing between homework and helping my Mother clean the ten thousand square feet compound interlinks for her luxury of time pass (because my Mom refused to let the maids do it) wasn’t even much of…

Shortlisted Entry: A Rusty Fetish

“My mother will love you”, he’d mumbled into my lips, the first time we kissed. We’d been dating only for a few weeks. I smiled and kissed him harder. After all the crappy guys I’d been…

Shortlisted Entry: Alex

There was a knock on the bedroom door. With shaky legs and a heavy head, Alex gets out of bed and turns the knob, letting in a waft of fresh air and a stream of…

Shortlisted Entry: The Artist and the Crow

He, the artist, stroked the stubble on his chin. The dimly lit room shook. Or maybe it was in his head, he was not sure. He was certain of the unmistakable pounding that made his…

What is your favorite music genre?

Let’s rewind to when I was 10. I hated my Indian classical music lessons. But I loved listening to my Dad’s LPs and dancing with Mom to Daddy Cool. Saturday afternoons meant Eric Clapton and…

Hit the Vagabond Road

The first thing that struck me about Zajazza (when I met him for my introductory DJ lesson) was the ease with which he played music. It didn’t matter if he was showing you how to…

Rei Kawakubo: Fashion’s Reluctant Artist

  Fashion and contemporary art have always been like cousins. They share the blood of their ancestors, but they are different. There is a hint of rivalry and a dose of mutual admiration. On a…

أن تكون نباتياً في بلد عربي

رحلتي من ساندوتش الكبدة إلى الخس -1- مشهد ا – على مائدة الطعام بعد أن وصل أبي من السفر، إخوتي وأمي تملأهم الفرحة، بينما أنا غارق في عالم أخر، عالم الخوف والقلق. على المائدة كل…