Sparks Magazine Issue No. 23 | University of South Florida

ISSUE 23 | FALL ‘22 TM Sparks Magazine at USF

An Asian Pacific Islander American Publication

Sparks Magazine is a collaborative project between students at the University of Central Florida, University of Florida, and the University of South Florida. Sparks Magazine at USFTM thanks the following student teams for their contributions to this issue.

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EDITOR-IN-CHIEF Marium Abdulhussein MANAGING EDITOR Mercy Tsay FINANCIAL DIRECTOR Jackie Truong COPY EDITOR Hanna De La Garza • Loryn Smith • Karen Zhang DESIGN EDITOR Uy PHOTO EDITOR Danya Sheikh PUBLIC RELATIONS DIRECTOR Jackie Truong

EDITOR-IN-CHIEF Asma Ahmed SENIOR ADVISORS Natalie Nguyenduc MANAGING EDITOR Zoey Young FINANCIAL DIRECTOR AJ Johnson PUBLIC RELATIONS DIRECTOR Grace Casanova

WRITERS Morgan Hurd • Dzung Nguyen • Tiffany Fang • Tarryn Nichols • Maite Sastre • Yeleeya Li • Samaa Gulamhussein • Julianna Gomez • Aliza Ahmed • Sana Motorwala

WRITERS Caitlyn Mari Koerner • Aubrey Meiling Donovan • Khadija Nemazie • Anjali Harrichan • Kaitlin Padron • Norynne Caleja • Sketch • Jorden Demerritte • Amesha Tiwari DESIGNERS Mayumi Porto • Arianna Flores • Liana Progar • Manaal Sheikh • Reagan Hollister • Ilise McAteer • Kaila Garton-Miller • Carlos Sierra • Maliha Versi •Khadija Nemazie • Kaitlin Padron

DESIGNERS Lauren Shee • Navya Nair • Mya McGrath • Kate Lynne Pudpud • Tiffany Vivi Nguyen • Srinithi Reddy • Elyza Navarro • Madison Edwards • Leyun Wang

PHOTOGRAPHERS Reggie Ocampos • Carlos Sierra • Khadija Nemazie • Nathan Swinburne

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STATEMENT This chapter of Sparks Magazine has come together to acknowledge the Asian-American Hate that persists after the impactful Stop AAPI Hate movement in 2021. Additionally, we also applaud the commendable APIA inclusivity and representation at the University of South Florida Campus.

In the past two years, racially motivated violence against Asian Americans— including the March 2021 Atlanta spa shootings that killed eight Americans, among them six women of Asian descent—has added urgency to efforts to protect their health and safety after the COVID-19 pandemic. The Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) has documented a 77 percent increase from 2019 to 2020 in hate crimes against Asian people living in the US. The vast majority of Asian Americans (82 percent) agree that, as a group, Asian Americans have faced discrimination as a result of the coronavirus pandemic in this country. We call upon USF to continue to make our campus a safer space for young Asian-Americans to express themselves freely and without judgement.

As USF continues to make a inclusive space for Asian-Americans, the past year has also seen great developments in the student leadership. For instance, we are proud to have our first Asian-American Student Body President and Vice-President, in the history of USF. This serves as a great example for students at USF and beyond, that we can achieve our dreams with passion, determination, and grit. Moreover, there are more than 20 student organizations that celebrate our Asian culture and gather occasionally (Annual Journey to the East) to show our solidarity. USF is a diverse university that promotes all kinds of cultures and ethnicities and we request them to keep doing so.

In spirit of showing solidarity among Asian organizations on USF campus, the Hindu Students Council at USF is collaborating and co-sponsoring with the USF Chapter of Sparks Magazine to further spread awareness of Asian American advocacy and representation.

A LETTER FROM THE EDITOR Dear Reader, Whatever your reason is to open this issue of our beloved Sparks Magazine, I am glad you are here.

So, dear readers, immerse yourself in these pages to understand who we are. To understand who you are. Continue expressing yourself in whatever creative means you choose and help me carry Sparks forwards with passion and respect. I hope you always believe in our Representation. Be an advocate whenever needed and Make a statement. Not just for you, but the whole Asian-American community around you. Be Epic.

Wishing you years of creative freedom,

Sanikaa Thakurdesai, Editor-in-Chief

photography by/ Kaniz Angel, Isha Harshe

Being the first first international student elected to be Editor-in-Chief for this year, I might not have grown up with the same experiences that you did. Regardless, I have endured the same feelings of conflict, confusion, and chaos that you have. At the same time, I have witnessed

It is also my first time being Editor and I could not have done it without my backbone- my writers, designers, photographers, and members. Your perseverance to embrace your creativity and share it with the world, is nothing short of epic. Thank you to my E-Board for supporting me through the thicks and thins.

Thank you to all my members for giving me more love and acceptance than I probably deserve. As a leader, I may have made mistakes but being your Editor-in-Chief has been the greatest learning opportunity of my life. All the love to my team of talented individuals who help me hold the torch of Sparks’s legacy high.

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One of my writers on this issue, so eloquently said , “How do I know what I want, if I don’t even know what’s missing?” That is exactly how I felt prior to joining the Sparks family. After two years of writing and planning for Sparks, I can say with utmost confidence that I might not know what I want, but I know what I need. What we all need. And that is a safe space to bare our shared cultural experiences, beliefs, and future developments. A space to be naked with our truths and transparent with our identity. Asian?

American? No, Asian-American. Yin and yang both.

the love, community, and cultural closeness, the same as all of you. We have grown up watching aspects of ourselves, our families, and our culture that we would love to rewrite. Here is your chance. In the pages of this issue, you will find yourself affirming your doubts. You will be amused at facts you didn’t even realize. You will be stupefied at how diverse, deep, and dear our identities are. All in all, now is the moment to stand up for yourself, your culture, and your identity. It will be a failure on my part if I, along with all the hard working members of my team in this issue, cannot make you prouder of who you were, are, and will always be.

TABLE OF CONTENTS WOMEN OF MAHABHARATA CROSSED BETWEEN TWO WORLDS I LIVE AND DREAM RISE OF THE XX CHROMOSOME THE LAND OF MORNING CALM ROARING WATERS FROM ANGEL TO ELLIS ISLAND ALL MY LIFE TO RESENT THE INCANDESCENTS

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DEFINING OUR DIFFERENCES

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THE TRIAL AND ERROR CHILD I DIDN’T KNOW REPRESENTATION UNTIL I HAD IT

THE BOBA TEA DIASPORA MEALTIME

MY PAPER MENAGERIE

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LACK OF DIVERSITY

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भारतीय पौराणिक कथाओं में महिला आवाज का पुनः प्राप्त

Women of the Mahabharta “Mumma!! Mahabharata is onnnn!”

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sound, they are based on real historic events of the past. Ruins of the ancient Kurukshetra War from Mahabharata have been found, while a stone bridge that Rama built in the Ramayama has been found underwater off the coast of Sri Lanka. But whether it be on TV or in books, modern retellings of these epics help individuals connect with their culture, just as I did.

Recently, I’ve begun reading Kaikeyi

by Vaishnavi Patel, and to my delight, it is a book that has bridged

But in the broader scope of both cinema and publishing, there has been a resurgence of feminist retellings of well-known stories. For instance, Disney sympathizing with Maleficent

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The Mahabharta and the Ramayama are two Sanskrit epics set in ancient India amidst gods, demigods, and demons with plot twists on a Game of Thrones level. The Mahabharata, which is set in ancient India around 5,000 years ago, demonstrates a story revolving around two sides of a family- the Pandavas and the Kauravas, and the cousins’ fight for the succession of the throne of Hastinapur.

The narrative is rife with political intrigue, betrayal, battles, and phil-

the gap between my love of reading and the Indian epics I grew up watching. Kaikeyi is a book regarding a female villain in the Ramayama, Queen Kaikeyi, and delves into her childhood and the motivations behind her banishing Prince Rama.

While male villains usually have an end goal with a twisted morality, female villains are almost always manipulative and vindictive, spurred on by jealousy and other “weak womanly emotions.” In this novel, Patel has Kaikeyi step away from the evil stepmother trope and fleshes her out.

She was not just an evil stepmother but a woman cheated out of a deal, a mother who wanted the best for her son, a queen who lawfully protected her female citizens, and a mother-in-law who tried her best to protect her daughter-inlaw from her husband, Rama. Still, I was elated to see an Indian mythology inspired book in the top books of 2022, especially since the mythology section in the publishing world is primarily recycled with Greek mythology retellings, of Hades and Persephone or Helen of Troy.

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Watching Mahabharta on Saturday and Sunday nights was a routine I fell into in middle school.

Every weekend I would be gasping at Duryodhan and Shakuni’s evil plans, fangirling over Draupadi, and gushing over all of the exquisite outfits, wishing I could be part of the cast just to wear the costumes. But most importantly, every weekend I fell more and more in love with my culture: the bold and glittering fashion, the simple yet groundbreaking philosophies on life, and the dulcet melody of my mother tongue- a melody so rare, I coveted the few times I could listen to it. Watching these Indian epics on the screen instilled a strong sense of pride in my culture, a pride I needed to nurture while growing up in the West.

osophical discourses on morality and free will. Its sister epic is the Ramayama- a “love story” set in India 7,000 years ago, where King Rama sets on a journey to rescue his wife, Sita, from her abductor, Ravana.

In fact, as legendary as the epics

and her tragic backstory or Madeline Miller taking a deep dive into Circe, Greek mythology’s most infamous witch. This slight shift of perspective in mainstream media takes back the female narrative of these misunderstood mythological women. It fleshes them out as characters of their own destinies, not simply another love interest or temptress to the hero of the journey. Joseph Campbell, the creator of said Hero’s Journey, states that “in the masculine dream world… the excellence of the female.. reside[s] in her beauty, her constancy and respect for the marriage bed and her ability to inspire excellent males to excellent patriarchal deeds.” Women have limited characterizations in mythology- their character role must be tied to a man. It is law that in order for a man to prove himself as a hero, at some point, a woman must be placed in danger and saved for the sole purpose of furthering his characterization as a virtuous man. Such is the case with women in mythologies all around the world- Helen of Troy, Freyja, Andromeda, and the heroines in the two Indian epics.

One of the heroines, Sita, is yet another example of how women must “incarnate a being of superhuman qualities: the ‘virtuous woman’ of Proverbs, the ‘perfect mother’, or the ‘honest woman” to be admired(Bolivar). In the Ramayana, Sita, Rama’s wife, who gets rescued, does not happily get to live as the Queen of Ayodhya after

her husband rescues her. No, due to societal standards of having a “pure wife,” she has to prove her chastity to Rama after being abducted through a test of fire. She eventually goes into exile as her possibly sullied reputation harms Rama’s image as King and raises their two sons alone. When Rama comes back to retrieve their sons and offers her to return after a second chastity test, she refuses to endure further humiliation and goes into the earth, into the arms of her mother, the earth goddess.

Surprisingly, even after the amount of humiliation and grief her husband caused her, in India, Rama is considered one of India’s greatest heroes, and Sita is considered the most ideal woman and wife out of all the epics because of her devotion to her husband. This glorification of a supportive, obedient wife can be extremely dangerous for young girls and can lead to silence in the face of domestic abuse or increase female violence such as honor killings.

Draupadi’s role in the Mahabharata once again proves that to demonstrate a man’s heroism, a woman must be sacrificed and endure the greatest hardships to increase his moral righteousness. Draupadi, unlike Sita, is depicted to have a stronger sense of character. However, this is seen as a negative trait of hers, as some individuals blame her “stubbornness” as what started the Kurkshetara war. Her “stubbornness” is a reflection of her resilience and self-respect in order to

stand up for herself in a courtroom full of men. Men such as her husband, who gambled her away as

a piece of property, her cousin-inlaw, who attempted to disrobe her publicly, and her other elder male relatives who did not intervene and just watched. And yet, similar to the harmful idolization of Rama, Yudisthir, Draupadi’s husband is considered the most righteous man of dharma.

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, a popular Indian author, has specifically rewritten the two epics from the perspective of Sita and Draupadi, correcting the popular misconceptions about the heroines- the former “as meek and voiceless” and the latter as “uninhibited and arrogant.” Though mythologies may not be wholly real, mythological literature is a reflection of life and society.

By rewriting these epics through the lens of feminine power, writers such as Vaishnavi Patel and Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, single-handedly expand literature around Indian mythology and overturn the outdated male model for heroism. They instead provide younger generations with strong female role models and leaders that have been sidelined or disregarded all throughout history. The female voice has been drowned out for far too long, so make sure to listen for her wherever you may go.

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s attendance is taken on my first day of classes, I sense a slight sigh or fumble, and I know right away that the teacher has reached my name. I say “here” as they say the first letter before they even attempt to enunciate my name.

This only escalates during interactions regarding my identity. When someone asks me “where are you

To be honest, I still don’t always know where I actually fit in. I realized that no one can entirely eliminate a part of their identity, since that would not portray who I truly am. I found my place, as I started appreciating myself and both of my identities. My childhood has undoubtedly been influenced by American culture, but my Indian background has not been overlooked. I’m proud of my dual identities and the fact that I had the chance to grow up in two different cultures. It has taken me a long time to mature to recognize that my two worlds can coexist as one rather than having to be distinct.

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ABCD is a phrase frequently used to describe this identity confusion.

This is an acronym that stands for American-Born Confused Desi. A label applied to Indians raised in America and who adopted the culture. ABCD encapsulates the idea of cultural acceptance and understanding as it encompasses the idea of assimilation into the two societies. An identity crisis is a developmental occurrence in which a person starts to doubt who they are or where they fit in the world.

It is a global phenomenon experienced not only by Indian Americans but by many young adults.

Personally, it makes me feel like I am an outsider most of the time. Although I was born here, due to my Indian background, I don’t consider myself truly an “American”.

Embracing and learning about one’s culture is very cardinal even though there are many obstacles that exist. As I grew older, the importance of studying my mother tongue: Telugu is something I became more aware of. It enables me to speak with my family and connects my life in America to my ancestral roots in India. However, No matter the case, there are still many times in India when I speak Telugu and they often laugh. They tend to mock my accent and my lifestyle instead of trying to appreciate that I am in touch with my roots and my upbringing. Even though I was brought up in America, not India.

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This confusing duality of cultures started due to my inability to embrace my Indian culture since I never grew up in India near my relatives and my heritage. Having wonderful parents and friends made up for that and has really helped me stay in touch with my Indian heritage. But sometimes, this duality can be confusing. What language do I speak with my parents when my friends are here? What food do I bring to school? What music should I play in the car? These may seem like simple questions but they affected h o w

from?”, saying that I am from Florida does not satisfy them. Instead, they want to know about my race and ethnicity and not where I grew up. Likewise, I am regarded as a foreigner when I travel to India. My appearance and the accent I have when I speak my language are inconsistent and unalike to their ears.

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What is your name? One of the simplest questions someone would ask, but the one I find most difficult to answer. I wonder if I should pronounce my name with an Indian accent or Americanize it for clarity.

Even then I am embarrassed to correct my name when pronounced incorrectly. Being stuck as a minority as an Indian American, I can feel myself split into two as I step out more into social environments.

I viewed myself. First-generation Indian Americans who attempt to integrate both cultures into their life frequently experience identity crises as a result of this. This influences the way people view themselves and the groups they identify with. The values and attitudes that are common at home and in the local community have an impact on how a person develops their perception of their own. It’s almost like a tug of war - to family you may seem too American but to friends or peers, you may seem too Indian.

By our own definitions, we are all unique and we embrace the contrast between Indian and American cultures while cultivating respect for both.

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I belong to the Kinh people, the predominant ethnic group in Vietnam, which constitutes approximately 85% of the population. Unsurprisingly, this ethnic group accounts for the majority in the government body and is the representative voice in the press, TV and other multimedia channels.

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I grew up hearing these phrases thrown around almost everyday on media outlets with total oblivion. Ethnic minorities, in my mind, were none of my business.

Until I went to the U.S. as an international student and suddenly, involuntarily, belonged to an ethnic minority.

My priorities and privileges as the overwhelming majority got rid of all of a sudden. My day-to-day conversations all switched to English, a language I was not entirely familiar with throughout my childhood. I have to survive all on my own without the guidance and protection of my family. Without this support system, I had to build things from the ground up, constructing relationships and navigating my way around, all on my own. The fact that I live in an educational and social system that is built for a predominantly white population is overwhelming. The cultural differences and language barriers sometimes become a huge problem in my daily life, to which people around me cannot relate.

It is with this experience that news and policies regarding racial and ethnic equality started to grab my attention. My personal perception of social issues would otherwise not have been challenged if I were only in America. Throwing yourself into a world of hostility and shaking off your prevailing identity could change your thoughts and convince you otherwise about beliefs that you might have assumed as the truth.

I belong to an ethnic minority. Tough as it can be at times, it is a life-changing experience.

“AND I AM PROUD TO BE ASIAN, AN ETHNIC MINORITY, AN ASTRONAUT EXPLORING THE VAST REALMS OF THE GALAXY.”

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“Ethnic minorities are losing their identity to the invasion of popular culture”.

“The government introduced policies to bring more minority groups to governing entities”.

“Are we misrepresenting ethnic minorities due to our ignorance of their cultural perspectives?”

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he word “melting pot” often reminds people of the United States of America, but Vietnam, where I was born and raised, is a surprisingly diverse place. 54 ethnic groups with unique cultures and languages share the beautiful S-shaped land.

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A feeling I started feeling since I stepped foot in America but has always felt too guilty to admit is the inexplicable feeling of shame about being Asian. The inability to speak my mind because of the language barrier. The silly mistakes I make in my everyday life due to cultural differences. My unique skin tone, facial features, and physical appearance. This desire to fit into the American society and just to be one of them was often so deep that I used to dearly wish I could change the world around me.

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I used to blame people for treating me differently, for asking me questions like “Which part of China are you from?”, associating every Asian possible as Chinese, or “Is Vietnam still plunged in war?”, uncannily holding the belief that the Vietnam War is still plaguing my people.

Their limited and rigid assumptions about my rich culture made me the more hesitant to bring my ethnicity to the conversation.

I thought the only way out was for the whole world to change, until time passed by and I reflected deeply on my complex feelings. I came to the realization that it was not the world, it was me that needed a change.

Hesitant as I was to face the truth, it was my identity I was doubtful about. I brought it upon myself to change my outfit style, to hide my more Asian lifestyle and beliefs and to refuse to speak about my roots as an Asian to look and feel more American in a predominantly white society.

And so I changed. This came in the form of learning to have a deeper understanding of myself as a Vietnamese person currently living in America and proudly introducing my unique culture to American friends through the arts of writing to spread knowledge about my home, Vietnam. Embracing my culture by engaging more with it and sharing about it with my Vietnamese and American friends will help me cultivate knowledge regarding how I can put it to use and make a good sense of it in the context of conflicting sets of belief dominant in American culture.

I cannot change the world, but I can change the world in me.

It is magical to think how I am just a small speck of dust in this gigantic universe, but I am also the brave astronaut traversing the vast galaxy. I collect the stars of hopes and dreams and explore dark and deep destinations of the world throughout my adventures. Tears shed in times of hardships and uncertainties crystalize into beautiful stars in the sky, shining the light to even more victorious and meaningful explorations of the universe inside me.

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In America, I discover not only the world around me but the deepest parts I did not know exist inside me. Going from an ethnic majority to minoriut ona r ty, I was taught the sense of compassion and empathy lacking in t as myself. Rather than remaining ignorant of the needs for promotn a ing diversity and inclusivity in policymaking, I have become an advocate myself and developed huge interests in this area in my day-to-day life. Instead of feeling sour about certain individuals’ disregard for my own culture and identity, I use the writing skills cultivated over the years to publish works in magazines and newspapers to spread awareness and empower those in my community.

And I am proud to be Asian, an ethnic minority, an astronaut exploring the vast realms of the galaxy.

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Rise of the XX Chromosome The Empowering Social Movement set by 21st Century Desi Women

As I began to reflect about some of the traditions in my Indian culture, there seemed to be a few things I would love to rewrite. For example, I remember being shocked to realize that none of the older, married Indian women I knew in my life were proposed to by their husbands. Being an avid fan of the popular show, The Bachelorette, the idea that all my aunts never received a proper marriage proposal where my uncle would get on

one knee was honestly heartbreaking. To me, the act of the person you love getting down on one knee, to ask to be your life partner is and should be a memory that every couple has the chance to experience. It is a moment they can cherish for the rest of their lives. This was not the only time, however, that I strongly felt a need to break the chains of age-old Indian traditions. I remember I was at my aunt’s house for a family gathering, and she handed me a prepared plate of food and told me to start handing it out to the men at the party. Since I had known my aunt for many years and felt comfortable enough to say this, I asked with curiosity why women were always expected to serve men. At that moment she sounded like

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lives could go out late with whoever they wanted, drink alcohol without judgement, choose careers they felt fulfilled by, and never seemed to receive backlash from the older generation as Indian girls in the community commonly would.

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Growing up as an Indian girl who began to venture into new experiences and explore different opportunities, this thought often popped up in my mind. It was quite common to hear that this was a shared thought of many Desi girls I had the privilege of meeting.

It seemed as though we all experienced chains of restriction regarding what we could wear, who we could fall in love with, our career paths, and even our own day-to-day decisions.

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desires, interests, or goals.

Whether it be wanting to wear a sexy outfit that makes us feel beautiful, exploring new relationships that help us learn more about ourselves, traveling on our own to experience exciting adventures, or simply recognizing the power within ourselves, we can build a life that we truly feel empowered in. If I could tell my younger self anything, it would be “Trust me - you do not want to wish you inherited the “Y” chromosome because a rise of the “XX” chromosomes is well underway.”

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Despite these experiences that make my blood boil with culturequestioning rage, I feel comfort in the fact that the Indian girls of my generation seem to realize that there is a lack of gender equality and chivalry amidst the older generation. It seems that the Indian women of our current generation are boldly grabbing the pen and rewriting the cultural narrative. Many of the Indian girls I talk to today are actively using their voice to stand up for nontraditional lit tle m values iss

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From encouraging LGBTQIA+ pride, supporting prochoice initiatives, and destigmatizing the idea of divorce, I have grown to admire the current generation of women for working together to empower one another’s passions and pursuits. I am beyond proud to be able to firsthandedly experience the rise of independence and confidence among our current generation of females as we explore dating, find our unique sense of style, voice our political opinions, and ultimately do what makes us happy. By finding power within one another, we can create a life for ourselves where we do not shy away from what we truly desire. In other words, “Get ready… because here comes an army of Little Miss. Breaking Social Stigmas’’.

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a Nike ambassador because she told me to “just do it”. The thing that shocked me even more, however, was that every Indian wife at the party did the exact same thing, and hand delivered a plate of prepared food to their husbands. I remember wondering why such strong and intelligent women enabled this type of 24/7 service-oriented behavior for their husbands. Do not get me wrong - I absolutely believe that acts of service are a genuine way of showing love, however I wondered where were the acts of service by the Indian men? All I could see was hardworking Indian women cooking the food, presenting it to the men, and then washing the dishes while all the Indian men sat around the table drinking alcohol and conversing.

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The Land of the Morning Calm S

Split by a hair-triggering and fearsome border, the Korean peninsula offers a dazzling range of experi-

One of the most popular things in Korea is no doubt the Korean Hallyu wave which first swept the

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Seoul, the capital city, is Korea’s soul. In contrast to the traditional, calm, and peaceful native villages and monuments, Seoul is teeming with life round the clock. It is a city that never sleeps. From the busy marketplaces to the heavily crowded subway station, anywhere you go, you are bound to encounter a crowd. The metropolis is adorned with tourist attractions like the futuristic Dongdaemun Design Plaza with a park on the terrace, nestled among the historical Gyeongbokgung Palace and the Jogyesa Buddhist temple. With the surrounding Incheon city which houses the Incheon International Airport, one of the largest and busiest airports in the world, and rated the best airport worldwide, it is the transportation hub of South Korea.

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ences, beautiful landscapes, and 5000 years of culture and history.

South Korea is a dream destination, an engaging, welcoming place with the benefits of a high-tech nation. The country’s compact size and excellent transport infrastructure mean that tranquility can be found within easy reach of the urban centers. The Korean peninsula is a perfect mix of modernity and tradition. The south, a mix of glittering technology and ancient temples and quirky art villages in contrast to a surreal glimpse into the north, the world’s most isolated country.

Written By Ishita Sen

outh Korea, the Land of the Morning Calm, is the ultimate example of a picturesque nation that will ensnare you in its charm. The jocund spring, the ephemeral summers, the serene autumn, the bone-chilling zephyrs of winter, and the heavy rains. The Korean traditional spirit is unmistakable and can be tasted in the rich traditional, succulent, and zesty flavors of Korean gourmet. From the mouth-watering delicacies like Bulgogi, Tteokbokki, Bibimbap, Galbi, Jjajangmyun, Samgyeopsal to the world-famous Kimchi which is also Korea’s national food. The enigmatic history is bound to have you enamored and the aesthetically pleasing scenic beauties at every step are sure to leave you gawking and wanting for more. The attractions in Korea might take an eternity to cover. The magnificent, jaw-dropping Changdeokgung Palace which is also one of the numerous UNESCO world heritage sites in Korea, the Hwaseong Fortress in Suwon, the colorful, bustling Gwangjang market to feast your senses, the Bulkag-sa terrace which is the most prominent Silla dynasty architecture, the Jeju-do island for an adventure-filled day of hiking and trekking and the DMZ (Demilitarized Zone) which divides North and South Korea. Busan, the second-largest city is not to be missed.

country in the 1990s and has expanded around ever since. The Chinese word Hallyu wave means Korean wave which includes K-Pop and K-Drama spreading their arms far and wide into the 21st-century world. The Gangnam K-star road in Seoul is dedicated to the Korean artists or idols as they are prominently recognized, while also including 18 large-sized Gangnamdol (Gangnam idol) of BTS, EXO, and other famous K-pop groups. A K-pop fan can experience paradise while traveling around the K-star road and exploring the various companies like Bighit Entertainment, SM Town, JYP Nation, home to the world-famous K-Pop groups like BTS, EXO, and GOT7 respectively to name a few. South Korea has now emerged as the leading power in the music industry. It is a must-visit for K-Pop lovers.

Every step in this utopia has something new and engrossing to offer.

It is indubitably one of my favorite countries. I was introduced to South Korea in 2016. It was just another day, of lying on the bed listening to music on shuffle when a song I never heard played through the earphones. It was a language I did not really recognise, nonetheless I was engrossed. It was ‘Blood, Sweat and Tears’ by the musical group BTS. Curiosity made me search the song and the group on Google and just like that I fell into the big gaping rabbit hole of their songs, music videos, choreography, mind-blowing storyline, along with their struggles and hardships.

With it came the beauty of Korean culture and the county as a whole.

What started with just a song and my love for BTS, which is ever-growing, it also exposed me to Hangul, the Korean language that I have been learning for 3 years now. Moreover, I was engaged to explore the cuisine, music, festi-

vals and everything there is to embrace about South Korea.

This phenomenal country adorned with pulchritudinous architecture, heavenly cuisines, rich tradition, culture, and the enticing world of K-pop and K-Drama is bound to leave you in awe. South Korea’s camaraderie, its rhapsody and its prismatic essence can make a person euphoric. Donning the traditional hanbok, stuffing the backpack, and packing the polaroid for sure, South Korea is the ultimate destination for wanderlusts.

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Roaring Waters

the year of the tiger

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"Tigers have symbolized courage and driving out evil even as far back as the Song dynasty."

This story is by students at the University of Florida

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The history of the Chinese zodiac doesn’t actually begin with animals, rather it was initially a system to keep track of dates and years. The first records of the sexagenary cycle, a cycle of 60 years containing five subsets with 12 years each, began sometime around the Shang Dynasty in 1200 B.C. Almost 800 years later, during the late warring states era, animals were incorporated into the cycle, and the association of years with zodiac animals became widely popularized by the Han and Zhou dynasty. Under Chinese influence, various other

The sexagenary cycle carries over into today’s modern zodiac system, which consists of five subgroups: fire“火”, earth “ 土”, metal “金”, water “水” and wood “木”. In addition to the widely regarded 12 animals, each year is then subcategorized into one of the five elements, and people born in a certain zodiac year share respective traits with the year they were born with.

For example, 2022 is the year of the water tiger and incorporates additional water-like traits such as gentleness, but 2010 was the year of the metal tiger and is associated with metal-like traits, such as endurance.

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cultures, such as in Thailand, Singapore and Japan adopted similar zodiac systems as the Chinese zodiac. However, there tends to be slight variations. For example, Japan uses the wild boar instead of the pig, and Vietnam uses the cat instead of the rabbit.

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egend says that long ago, there existed 12 animals of the zodiac: the rat, ox, lion, rabbit, dragon, snake, horse, goat, monkey, rooster, dog and pig. However, the Jade Emperor who ruled the heavens thought that the lion’s demeanor was too aggressive and hostile, so he removed the lion from the list of zodiac animals. Without the lion’s leadership, the zodiac animals terrorized villages and townships in the human realm.

In response, the Jade Emperor decided to send the tiger down to keep the animals in check. In the human realm, the tiger defeated the three animals who were the ringleaders of the chaos: the lion, the bear and the horse, bringing the animals together again. The emperor was so impressed he drew three horizontal lines across the tiger’s forehead, one for each victory. Later, when the tiger was appointed as a zodiac animal, an additional vertical stripe was drawn on its forehead, creating the character “王.”

The tiger is widely regarded as the second most powerful zodiac animal in China, right behind the dragon. While the dragon is seen as the king of the heavenly world, the tiger is known as the king of the physical world— so much so that the stripes on a tiger’s head are seen to resemble the Chinese character “王,” which translates to “king.” In fact, tigers have been long regarded as apex predators in China, hunted by no other animals except humans. Because of their strength and power, tigers have symbolized courage and driving out evil as far back as the Song dynasty in the ninth century, where soldiers bore talismans and shields engraved with tigers.

This year is the year of the water tiger, meaning that along with traits associated with the tiger, the element of water also holds significant meaning. Steve Kory, a professor in the Department of Chinese Language and Culture at the University of Florida, explains that this agent signifies flexibility and the growth of relationships while the tiger symbolizes strength, courage and ambition. This year, dark yin “阴” energy that is typically seen in water helps mellow out the light yang “阳” energy that is seen in the tiger, resulting in a more diplomatic year.

Perhaps the best example of the year of the water tiger is transitioning out of the pandemic, which requires both the ambition and drive of the tiger, but also the flexibility and wisdom of water. With the prevalence of unforeseen circumstances and quick changes, which are common features of tiger years, people have shown incredible resilience and solidarity through world events such as record-high inflation rates, Russia’s invasion of Ukraine, monkeypox outbreaks and Hurricane Ian. It can also reflect personal events, such as moving to a new place and adjusting to college life. Moreover, as some aspects of life change back to their pre-pandemic ways and other aspects remain permanently altered, steadfastness and adaptability are two characteristics much needed in the face of new changes.

2023 - Year of the Rabbit For the coming year, Chinese New Year occurs on Jan. 22, and it marks the beginning of the year of the wood rabbit and the ending of the year of the water tiger. Kory says to expect a more pacified and laid back year, one far less aggressive and volatile than the year of the tiger. Even if the zodiac animal horoscope isn’t a hundred percent true all the time, each year serves as a way to highlight and focus on different qualities present in their respective animals. In 2022, the Year of the Rabbit w i l l focus on

sensitivity, grace and care, something much needed after the Year of the Tiger’s emphasis on pushing forward and adapting.

Reflections Beyond predicting the horoscope and trends for each year, the Chinese zodiac system achieves an even higher purpose by bringing people together. For thousands of years, people have celebrated Chinese New Year with friends and family by watching firecrackers, eating delicious food and enjoying cultural performances. One of the best ways to immerse someone in a culture is through hearing its folktales and experiencing its traditions, and the story of the Chinese zodiac goes hand in hand with Chinese New Year celebrations. The cultural keystones are classic, widespread and enjoyed by both natives and people wishing to learn more, introducing a common ground for the connection between people of all different backgrounds.

At UF the Chinese New Year show is the biggest performance hosted by the Chinese American Student Association (CASA), and it serves as testimony of strength in the community, even as the show is being held an entire month after Chinese New Year and on a campus that is not predominantly Asian. Jason Gao, the president of CASA, explains that celebrating Chinese New Year is an opportunity “to find a home away from home and foster a welcoming environment where our members aren’t afraid to be who they are.”

Perhaps, just like how the tiger brought together all the zodiac animals, the zodiac does the same for people. Kory says it best, “It’s not in the individual and what it does for us…the power of this stuff is in the collective.”

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From Angel to Ellis Island A History of South-Asian Diaspora Solidarity and Resistance of the US

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earlier, building solidarity with others in the US.

BENGALIS ON THE EAST COAST

Between the 1880s and the 1940s, Bengalis arrived in the US and built communities with the African American and Puerto Rican working classes in cities like New York, New Orleans, and Detroit. People arriving from West Bengal in the late 1800’s settled among communities in the South such as New Orleans where they sold handcrafted goods. Later in the early 1900’s, Bengalis arrived in cities in the Northeast region of the US like Baltimore and New York City to provide domestic labor. When the US passed the Immigration Act of 1917, targeting mainly immigrants from Asian countries, Bengalis sought out communities where they might be welcomed. Many Bengalis of this wave married into the Black and Puerto Rican communities which they lived

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the east coast to the west coast, South Asians descended onto the US, this time under much different conditions, but to provide their labor nonetheless.

Before unpacking this lesser known history, the South Asian monolith must be addressed. When many Americans think of South Asians in the US today, they often think of a homogenous group of recently immigrated families coming from the subcontinent seeking economic opportunity. They identify this diaspora with their search for a better life for their children, to the rungs of a meritocracy, To examine South Asian climb and achieve the immigrant’s heritage in the US is to highest level of enlightenment in western society - The American reflect on our Dream. This narrow perception of the South Asian diaspora in the working-class US works to maintain the status origins, and our roots of quo of the ‘good’ immigrants or the model minority. However, solidarity, building to really get to know the history South Asians in the US while in the belly of the of is to ground ourselves in an appreciation for the workingbeast. class people who arrived much

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he aroma of roasting cacao, sweet cinnamon, and nutmeg overtakes the house.

Sipping on a cup of hand-ground hot chocolate, I am met with the rich bitterness of the cacao accompanied by a sweet hint of cane sugar. The bitter-sweet takes me back to the overseas journey of my ancestors over a century and a half ago. The British empire had sought out laborers from the Indian subcontinent for indentured servitude in the Caribbean.

Their task: harvest cash crops such as sugarcane and cacao.

Cutlass swinging, back breaking, whip cracking, the history of my ancestors is one of the earliest accounts of South Asians arriving in the western hemisphere. It is also one of labor exploitation, survival, and community-building in the most foreign of lands. To examine South Asian heritage in the US is to reflect on our workingclass origins, and our roots of solidarity-building while in the belly of the beast.

As the bitterness of exploitation and the sweetness of solidarity continue to linger, let us fast forward about a century to the focus of this essay - the arrival of Bengalis in Ellis Island and of Punjabis in Angel Island throughout the early 1900’s. From

in close contact with. This led to building neighborhoods and families together. Herein lies the intersection of history for many peoples whose histories have over time seeped into one another, and whose lineages have merged.

This leads us to the legacy of the Bengali Harlem.

Picture Malcolm X sipping fresh chai, enjoying the delicacy of Bengali sweets in the home of a Bengali family in Harlem. Down the street, famed Jazz musician Miles Davis spends the evening with the music of South Asian artists like Mohammed Rafi lilting through his home. At the corner, Muhammad Ali and Kareem Abdul Jabbar are enjoying a halal dinner prepared in a local Bengali restaurant. This was the Bengali Harlem. This was the emergence of a South Asian enclave that sustained itself from community-building alongside Black revolutionaries, artists, and icons of the time. But the Bengali Harlem did not stop there - today we see the descendants of these communities continuing their solidarity alongside one another.

In the decades following Bangladesh’s independence in 1971, many Bengalis continued migrating to the US where their predecessors once settled, finding the same communities left behind. In the wake of the September 11th attacks, and with the rise of Islamophobia across the US, the predominantly Muslim Bengali immigrants reported finding sanctuary in the folds of Black and Puerto Rican populations. These groups have faced centuries of state-sanctioned racism, and know the importance of building community in the face of violence. As the descendents of freedom fighters for Bangladesh’s independence, Bengalis who have remained in the intercommunity enclaves continue their support for social justice, especially with the emergence of the Black Lives Matter movement. Nonetheless, these histories and the inseparability of our multiracial

struggles remain unknown to many South Asians. We must learn and remind each other what other communities of color have done to keep us safe in the US, and return this same energy as we move onward to a better future.

PUNJABI SOLIDARITY ON THE WEST COAST

In the early 1900’s, a wave of people from the state of Punjab immigrated to the west coast of the US, settling across California.

Many arrived to provide farm labor in places throughout the Central Valley. With many similarities in immigration, labor history, and culture, Punjabi and Mexican communities in California developed strong ties.

Much as was seen in the Bengali Harlem, Punjabi intermarriages into the Mexican community were not uncommon among the diaspora. Fusions of food, music, dance, and traditions promised a growing harmony among these communities.

Although our histories and experiences may be unique, we must never forget what unites our struggles.

During this same time, the Ghadar Movement emerged among the Punjabi Sikh diaspora in California. Supporters of the movement demanded an end to the British colonial occupation of the then pre-partition India.

Unsympathetic to the pacifying nonviolence of Ghandianism, the Ghadar Movement adopted a more politically militant resistance to the colonial occupation of India. Many members of the Ghadar Movement were recently immigrated Punjabi farm laborers, factory workers, and university students.

The Ghadar Movement gained transnational support from working-class people in the broader anti-colonial resistance.

This included members of the Mexican community who supported the prominent South Asian struggle. Along with their resistance to British colonial rule, supporters of the movement also demanded better working conditions and treatment for the working class immigrants in the region. Such demands were aimed to improve the livelihoods of Punjabi and Mexican laborers working in agriculture, and especially for those who were undocumented in the US. These immigration and labor struggles reveal an ongoing interconnectedness in both communities’ histories.

CONCLUSION

These less spoken-of forms of multiracial solidarity and community are integral to understanding the histories of the South Asian diaspora in the US. We must always remember the struggles of our predecessors and of those who fought for the freedoms we enjoy today. There have always been parallels of South Asian resistance and solidarity with minority communities in the US. The Dalit Panthers and much of the resistance to caste-based oppression in India has been inspired by the Black Panthers and similar resistance to antiBlack racism in the US. The more recent farmers’ protest in Punjab resembles the marches led by many Mexican farm workers demanding better working conditions in California. The historical struggles of many South Asians are inherently connected to the struggles of other communities in the face of systems of oppression. Although our histories and experiences may be unique, we must never forget what unites our struggles. in the face of systems of oppression. Although our histories and experiences may be unique, we must never forget what unites our struggles.

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A reflection on the personal impact of Sabaa Tahir’s bestselling novel All My Rage

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eptember, now Tampa, Florida The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

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Tahir’s inspiration for this book was the motel that she herself grew up in. 15 years in the making, Tahir worked on the book any time that she felt upset or frustrated. Because it was not written under a contract, it was raw and

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The air was ripe with the smell of coffee and a new book. My homework remained open on my laptop, neglected in favor of something far more important.

Sabaa Tahir, one of my favorite New York Times #1 bestselling authors, had finally released her new book, All My Rage. After waiting patiently for what felt like forever, the physical copy lay open in my hands. I eagerly began to read, knowing that I would never be disappointed by anything Tahir wrote.

But I never expected her words to touch me the way they did I never expected to find myself within the pages.

This is a lesson that Noor and Salahudin know well as they navigate their lives after a tragedy.

The story of two Pakistani American children haunted by misfortune comes to life in this book. Noor Riaz is a girl who was rescued from an earthquake in Pakistan and brought to Juniper, California by her uncle when she was six. Her best friend, Salahudin Malik, is a boy with an alcoholic father, a mother with kidney disease, and a family-owned motel. After a fight between the two transpires, they are no longer on speaking terms. That is, until Salahudin’s mother, Misbah, passes away. Noor and Salahudin learn to seek comfort in each other again, grapple with the perception of their culture, and find their own ways out of a situation that appears to have no happy ending. The story alternates between Noor and Salahudin’s points of view, with Misbah making brief appearances in the interludes of the book to tell her story. Her character gives insight as to why Salahudin harbors his fear of touch, and shares how she considered Noor her own daughter.

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unfiltered. All My Rage became a story for herself and immigrants everywhere who struggled to find their way in a new world. She pours her heart into discussing the dark side of the American dreambeing pestered about whether or not she had a green card, people mispronouncing her name, and her questioning her own identity. In an interview with TIME, Tahir states that “So many of us who feel marginalized, we hold all this anger inside, and we can’t express it without potentially serious consequences.” The result was a beautifully written story that won the National Book Award for Young People’s Literature.

One of the main themes of the book is generational trauma. Both Noor and Salahudin are justifiably angry about the hand that fate has dealt them.

Noor struggles with a physically abusive uncle who denies her the privilege of learning more about her culture or applying to college. Although his abuse is not explicitly made clear until the book nears its end, subtle hints of foreshadowing make it apparent. However, the mantra she repeats to herself every time her uncle raises his hands on her makes her stay. “He pulled me out. Got me to a hospital and didn’t leave my side,” she tells herself. “He gave up everything for me. Now it’s my turn.” There is an anger within Noor that she keeps hidden under the guise of gratitude for her uncle. It is the begrudging resignation that many immigrant children feel- to be grateful that their parents sacrificed their livelihoods to bring them to America, the obligation they have to repay their parents for their efforts no matter how difficult it may seem.

Salahudin struggles with similar monsters. With a father who loses himself in drink, leaving him to run the motel on his own after his mother passes away, Salahudin finds himself hating the choices that his parents made. Underneath his cool composure, he detests that his father’s need for oblivion is greater than his duty as a parent. He hates that his mother was too afraid of upsetting the delicate balance of their lives by addressing the problem directly. Most

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of all, he is angry at himself for not doing more to keep his mother alive, to keep his father from drinking, and to keep his friendship with Noor. Noor describes this feeling beautifully when she says “What’s the word for when someone drinks so much, they are ruining your best friend’s life? Or the word for a man so vengeful about his own past that he wants to destroy your future? What’s the word for a woman who was sick for months, but refused to go to the doctor until it was too late? The word for the girl at school whose personal mission is to mess with your head? Anger’s not the right word. Rage.

That’s what this feeling is, eating me up.” Noor and Salahudin are a reflection of every child who lost their innocence too young, who had to grow up too quickly, who were denied the easy lives of the people who were born into them.

The book is littered with references to Pakistani culture. From the way Tahir describes the cardamoms, pistachios,

Anger’s not the right word.

Rage. That’s what this feeling is, eating me up.

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and almonds in Kashmiri chai to the scent of raat ki raani, Tahir artfully describes how Pakistani culture is kept alive by the few Pakistani residents in Juniper, California. Both characters live with the label of “other” in a predominantly white area.

Salahudin’s classmates prefer to call him Sal and Noor is accused of being an illegal immigrant on several occasions. Noor longs for a connection to her culture. Her uncle is vehemently opposed to this and forbids her from visiting Misbah or the mosque. Despite her uncle’s opposition, Noor finds her connection to her roots in Misbah, who makes her Pakistani meals and watches drama serials with her. She finds it in Imam Shafiq, the head of

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the Muslim community, and his wife Khadija, an attorney. She finds it in the small room in Juniper’s military base that is used for a mosque on Fridays.

In contrast, Salahudin seems apathetic to his roots.

He refuses to drink chai when his mother makes it for him and gets a girlfriend despite knowing that it is verboten. However, Noor and his mother’s voice keep him company. They tell him how important it is to forgive, and how a hand extended to God is never returned empty. Slowly, he begins to inquire about his father’s upbringing and his parent’s life in Pakistan. At the end of the book, he finally visits his mother’s grave for the first time and pours them both a cup of chai.

Salahudin’s life, even after her death, allows him to connect with his religion in a way he was previously unable to. He remembers what Misbah told him“The more you ask for, the better. Because it means you’ve put your faith in something greater than yourself”. One of the most poignant themes in the book is how a hand extended to God is never returned empty. The characters learn that perhaps the aid that God sends may not be what they want, but it is certainly what they need.

Additionally, religion is represented tastefully throughout the course of the book. Often, religion is used as a means to an end. A fleeting mention of a character’s religion is not representative of how integrated the religion is in their lives. In contrast, All My Rage weaves Islamic teachings into Noor, Salahudin, and Misbah’s lives. Instead of making Misbah’s hijab a pivotal aspect of her character, Tahir normalizes it to show that the character’s religions

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Writing a book with such heavy themes of loss, found family, and hope is no easy feat. As I was reading, I saw myself in the characters who felt that they were in an inescapable situation with no real good choices. Noor, Salahudin, and Misbah were victims of their circumstances. All My Rage goes beyond the basic immigrant story- it reveals the losses that families endure to achieve the American dream. The angry undertone of the book is a response to racism, parents who failed to show up, and the loss that people must navigate on their own. I saw myself in Noor, and how she felt that she would never be able to pay her uncle back for saving her life. I saw myself in Salahudin, and how angry he was at God for presenting him with one difficult situation after the next. I saw myself in Misbah, and her own quiet struggle that no one understood until it was too late. As the daughter of immigrants, I realize that I have been privileged to live the life that I have. However, this has not come without compromise.

Subtle accusations of terrorism, purposeful mispronunciations of my name for comedic effect, and jabs at the culture I hold dear have taught me that no matter how much I try to integrate myself into American society, I will always have the label of “other”. My story is not one for others to understand, or even hear.

It is one that I write for myself, as my experiences become my motivation to keep going, and my thoughts the ink with which I write my next chapter.

So many of us, who feel marginalized, we hold all this anger inside, and we can’t express it without potentially serious consequences.

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are not reduced to a scarf wrapped around the head. Rather, she makes Misbah’s character a testament to how Islam is a way of life for the characters. Noor wakes up to pray Fajr, the dawn prayer. Salahudin frowns upon the normalcy of drugs and alcohol in society. Misbah understands that people’s actions are only for God to judge. The character’s willingness to relinquish control over their lives and place their fates in the hands of God shows just how much religion was integrated into their daily lives.

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Engaging, touching, and introspective, All My Rage is a culmination of the stories and silent struggles that go unnoticed in pursuit of the American dream.

To Resent the Incandescents

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But the stage lights are dimming now - slowly, slowly, until they’re small beams of light, barely there, glimmering in the dark. I feel taller and heavier, too large for the stage. The garments I’m wearing feel so scratchy, it’s almost painful. My wrists have grown too thick for the bangles constraining them. The jewelry around my neck pierces through

felt when I was younger, remind me that everything I loved, I loathe now.

I’m reaching out to the lights as if I can magically bring back their warmth. It feels so cold without them. But I’m seeping deeper into the dark. The frigid air wisps against my skin, soothing and gentle. Now, I think I’ve found comfort among the shadows.

Nobody can see me here, in my awkward clothes, eccentric makeup, and heavy jewelry.

I’m wraped in a soft, protective

The spotlights remind me of how I should be enjoying the company and comfort of family.

I remember the excitement I would feel at the thought of visiting them thousands of miles across the globe. All I see now is a string of broken pasts woven from generation to generation.

Nobody talks about it; maybe it’s hidden underneath a cover of arguments, dysfunctional relationships, and declarations of what everybody should or shouldn’t be doing. Often, these have to do with solidifying patterns of patriarchal values and traditions and pushing heavy expectations for following a “safe” path onto children and grandchildren. There is also stigma against the things that are still misunderstood among previous generations. They’re reflected in the same script I’ve heard echoed over the years:

“Growing up in a bubble where I’m pressured to adhere to long-standing rules makes me feel like I’m living in an endless performance...” blanket, hidden from the dimmed stage lights that dance under my gaze. I want to run away from the spotlights that I was yearning to dance beneath when I was younger. Years ago they shined upon the beauty of the culture I grew up with.

But today, they also cast light upon all the shortcomings and conflict it carries. Over the years, these burdens have become unmasked. I’m forced to reflect upon them in a clear view, under blazing spotlights. The spotlights that magnify the burdens I never

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Days like these are rare, where I don’t feel like I have to hide this part of me and tuck it away in a dark corner until I forget it exists. I feel like I belong, dancing to music I’ve grown so connected to - it’s an inseparable piece of me. On the stage, the spotlight hones into my tiny, gleeful, dancing frame, but it also illuminates the beauty of my culture and my innate way of life.

It illuminates me. This feeling is reminiscent of smelling the aroma of attar at home during a pooja, crafting decorative garlands for a festival, strolling through the narrow streets of my parents’ homeland, and enjoying the company and comfort of family.

my collarbone and hairpins stab at my scalp and pull at my hair. I want to pry it all off.

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alking down a cramped, humid backstage hallway shouldn’t feel like striding through a royal corridor. Yet here I am, in unbearingly scratchy garments, ghungroos on my ankles, and layers of expired makeup caked across my face, head held high with regal poise. Children are scurrying throughout the backstage area, with their skirts, dupattas, and coats rippling behind them in colorful waves.

Ankle bells and jewelry are clinking in the hallways to the rhythm of a broken clock.

Your mother shouldn’t visit her own family too much, she’s married into ours now.

You shouldn’t be talking to a therapist, they’ll brainwash you into hating us. You should study and get married on time, your life will be set if you do.

There’s that yearning to feel understood, both by myself and the watchful eyes they call a “tight-knit community”. But it’s hard to be understood when sensitivity and vulnerability are seen as weaknesses instead of traits that mold an audacious character. Growing up with a multitude of mental health issues meant feeling isolated,

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and oftentimes confused as a child. My family never really knew why I shut down in loud environments, always had multiple missing assignments in my school gradebook, or why I threw fits over wearing scratchy clothes. These behaviors were perceived as a failure to remain obedient and steady enough to be successful. The confusion within myself stemmed from not knowing why I behaved this way, and I kept feeding myself the narrative that I wasn’t resilient enough to meet anyone’s expectations. It’s only now, as a student in college, that I’m able to recognize the role that mental health issues have played in shaping my childhood and reconcile with the fact that it’s okay to be open about my vulnerabilities.

I’m also reminded of how stifled I feel under the pressure of molding myself into something that’s good enough, acceptable enough. I feel the frustration of not being adequately malleable to shape myself into whatever that means. If only I tried harder. There’s a war inside of me over wanting to be accepted, to be good enough to belong somewhere, yet at the same time, I have no desire to conform.

In my family, everyone looks as if they’re seamlessly transitioning from one milestone to another in their lives, just as they’re expected to. It’s like they’ve followed a blueprint that’s been carefully prototyped for decades, a blueprint that guarantees stability and acceptance from those around you. I see how my cousins are praised for getting a master’s degree right after college, obtaining a prestigious job, and settling down with a spouse, all by their mid-twenties.

I also see

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how family members mumble under their breath about the 30 year-old guy who can’t seem to find a partner yet, or the distant relative who underperformed in school and now works a job that doesn’t pay much. I’ve been told that failing to meet such expectations not only poses a failure to yourself, but to your family as well. Sometimes, I wonder, if I don’t uphold the promise that I’d make my family proud, how would I be perceived?

How lost would I look, wandering around, wallowing in my own

pride, and ultimately failing everyone else? After all, it’s not only my family that will have something to say, but everyone else as well. Everyone will always have something to say.

Growing up in a bubble where I’m pressured to adhere to long-standing rules makes me feel like I’m living in an endless performance, costumed in a layer of fear that stops me from venturing outside these unwritten boundaries. I’m young, and also scared of doing anything that would bring shame to those who have sacrificed so much for me. I’m afraid of being seen by others as the one that has failed, or the one that my parents have failed to raise.

But over time, as I’ve trudged

through this performance, the fear seems to have slowly started molding into something else: a conviction to forge my own path, an identity unwavered by the pressure of expectation.

I’ve grown tired of dancing to the same, monotonous song over and over. I want to be able to break free from the stifling values, generational issues, and expectations that I carry as a first-generation IndianAmerican. I’m gradually building the courage to explore the bold, unapologetic aspects of myself, regardless of whether they would clash with the community I grew up in.

As I’m standing on this stage, I’m ready to bring myself under the spotlights again and let them light up both the beauty and the burdens of the culture I grew up with. This time, I’m not wearing a costume. I’m basked in the comfort of my identity and all the flaws it brings. I’ve realized that my roots don’t have to conceal me. As I’ve gotten older and reflected on the dark side of the values and traditions I grew up with, I’ve grown to resent an essential part of me. However, I hope to unconditionally embrace my culture one day, flaws and all, and still have the courage to explore the parts of myself I’m afraid of expressing. I don’t have to find comfort among the shadows anymore because I can perform with courage and authenticity. There’s one thing I’ve learned from years of dancing: only you can have command over the performance and its audience.

This story is by students at the University of

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the trial and error child

However, by the time our siblings roll into the world, they now understand the reality of raising a child.

Yet, the pressure doesn’t go down on the older siblings. With first-borns, every step of our lives are new to our parents in their point of view: from the first days of school, hitting puberty, to writing the SATs, applying for college, and living away from parents.

Especially with many Asian-American families, as immigrants, everything they experience is new. It’s a new life, new generation, and new experiences.

All this newness makes them more overprotective, hence adding layers of restrictions. Raising younger siblings is like repeating an experiment, they’re more confident and know what to expect and how to support them. As for older siblings, parents raise them in a way that prepares them for the worst.

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Being an older sibling is more than taking care of your younger sibling. The way we are raised, the expectations and responsibilities put upon us,start from the moment we are born.

Our journey starts off as the first-born; unconditional love may not pour

in all the time, but the restrictions do. Our parents have seen it all, the good and the bad, and they want to make sure we are safe, guided, and perfect.

And while constantly being worried about that, they forget that in order to live out our best life, we need to ride the roller coaster, go through those ups and downs. They want to teach us everything. They want to tell us everything they know rather than let us live out the life lessons. So much so that they end up creating an invisible border around us, one built with over-protectiveness, fear, and restrictions.

by Yasiswi Nimmagadda

or as long as I could remember, I have always loved dance. Whether it be learning a new dance in class, performing at events with my dance team or dancing on my own. I remember running home from school one day and asking my mom if I could join a Bollywood dance team, and she sat me down and said, you should focus more on studying, you don’t need to do dance right now. She was right, I don’t need to. But I wanted to. I wanted to dance because I loved to, but I couldn’t because I didn’t need to. A few years down the lane, I remember running home from school and my mom would be in the hall, watching my sister practice for her upcoming performance at a Diwali event, or a Sankranti event. It wasn’t jealousy that ran in my mind, but the question of why I couldn’t do it a few years back?

It wasn’t a money problem, it wasn’t a time problem, it wasn’t related to studies, even my sister went to school. I didn’t realize that it was because my parents needed time to understand that it always isn’t just what your daughter needs. They needed time to understand that sometimes it was about what we want. It was about what brings us happiness. That we are entitled to have desires and dreams and they can never be too big. Yes, my parents needed that time, but more so often, by the time my parents understood their first-born, it’s too late to go back. But it is just in time to not make those mistakes with our siblings. And this is just one of the many struggles of older sisters.

However, if you look closely, being an older brother often results in being given less responsibilities. And they aren’t seen as selfish for doing what they want.

All this toxic patriarchal nurturing leads to older brothers developing feelings of entitlement while older sisters developing feelings of guilt.

Guilt from being expected to sacrifice our

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desires and happiness and put everyone else before ourselves, and guilt from living out our dreams regardless of being expected to succumb to the stereotypical expectations of women. Older siblings, sisters, often more than anyone else, are placed under the constant pressure to live up to the harsh expectations of our parents, and live under constant scrutiny and criticism of the society. As important as it is to uphold our cultural, religious, and geographical traditions, not all are entitled to be carried forward.

Some need to be stopped from being nurtured in households.

dysfunctional family, Priyanka Chopra’s character breaks her parents’ toxic views on life by putting her happiness and peace first in a “non-traditional way.”

She supports her younger brother by standing up to her parents and emphasizing how personal happiness is more important than wealth or conforming to social expectations. She pushes herself and her parents to let her choose her own freedom and her actions let her brother achieve his

That is what Priyanka Chopra is in Dil Dhadakne Do. In this Bollywood movie focused on a brother-sister relationship in a

torch bearers in our families. Despite all the struggles we endure, being born first into our families is no easy feat. We are the first ones to shatter ceilings and achieve new heights. We figure out the world alone, and come back to walk our siblings

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through that world. While walking them though, let’s not forget our own paths, but for now I just want to dance.

dream of flying and marry a girl out of their religion, all which their parents would have revolted if it weren’t for their daughter being the torch bearer.

As older sisters, we are left out to figure out the world ourselves.

Furthermore we experience the family pressure, which undermines our accomplishments, making us feel that we aren’t doing enough. Even though we walk alone many times, we are the

My parents expect me to be a role model for my sisters and refrain from doing things like getting a tattoo, dyeing my hair, getting a second ear piercing, etc.

There have also been times when I have been blamed for their mistakes and the reason being ‘they learnt it from me’. Something I would think to myself then is who is responsible for my actions then? Who did I learn it from?

- Aksa Merin Santosh -

“As an elder sibling who has already finished high school and is in college, my parents expect me to guide my brother so that he won’t make the mistakes that I have made.... So they expect me to be a good role model to him and help him make good decisions.”

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“As an elder sister, you are expected to know wrong for right, what to do, and solutions to just about anything. Those expectations make you forget that you’re still a child and it ’s okay not to know.”

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“I feel like the most recent struggle is probably feeling like a complete failure because I didn’t have anyone to guide me and I kind of had to figure everything on my own and I didn’t get the best.... Now I have parents who want the best for their second child and want me to help him and a brother who doesn’t care because he already knows he’s smarter than I can ever be.”

- Akshitha N. -

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I Didn't Know I Needed Representation Until I Had It I

am not beautiful. A girl that looks like me cannot be beautiful. At least that was the subconscious narrative running through my head.

nineteen students, I was the only Asian. In third grade I was one of three Asian students (I think that’s a record). In those elementary school years, being the only one wasn’t something that bothered me because I was never given a reason to think about it. Never once was I made to feel like the odd one out or as different.

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It was only once I got to college that I truly experienced diversity. Walking through Cooper Hall you’ll hear people speaking multiple different languages and see so many different ethnicities. On my walk to class today, I saw more diversity than I ever saw growing up. I realized the

design/ Jessenia Abrigo

Growing up in an upper-middle class family and attending private schools whose student body was primarily white, I can count on one hand the Asian-American classmates I had. Prior to college, I attended school with the same group of people and was used to being the only Asian in the room. For example, in my second grade class, out of

by Reagan Huynh

Playing with Barbie dolls was an integral part of my childhood. I had all the accessories, the outfits, the tiny plastic heels, I had it all, except for a doll that looked like me; a doll that had black hair, small-eyes, and tan skin. Despite its lack of diversity, the community that surrounded Besides maybe a Mulan doll, my collection was full of me in those formative years was supportive and loving. blonde hair, blue eyes, and that notorious Barbie body For that, I am thankful, because I know that not all are type. Though the first Asian Barbie, “The Oriental Barbie,” lucky enough to say the same. In middle school, however, was released in 1981, dolls that looked like me were not something changed. Almost immediately I felt like the readily available. In 2015, Mattel launched a line of two other. The bliss of childhood ignorance was hijacked by the dozen dolls featuring eight different skin tones and a few anxieties and hormones of teenagehood. The feeling of different hair textures. They also “other” followed me throughout released curvy Barbie, petite high school. Like my life prior, Barbie, and tall Barbie. By that I wasn’t necessarily given " I played with those Barbies, point, I had aged out of playing a reason to feel different, and I turned out fine." with dolls, but I do remember but suddenly, my eyes were the release of these diverse opened to all the ways I was dolls being all over the news. I different from everyone else: have a vivid memory of sitting in my family wasn’t as wealthy, I an airport terminal watching one of wasn’t as skinny or as athletic, those daytime television shows where women sit around a I didn’t have the right brand of shoes, my uniform skirts table and yell at each other. They were discussing how the were too long. The only thing any thirteen year old wants proportions of the original Barbie were literally impossible is to fit in and for the first time, being the only one that and that it was detrimental to the way young girls viewed looked like me was so glaringly obvious. But at the same, I their own bodies. I remember thinking, I played with those was never able to pin-point how that affected me. It’s hard Barbies, and I turned out fine. to want something that you don’t even realize is missing.

lack of representation and diversity in my upbringing. A wasn’t something that tormented me inside, but I can look few months ago, during a late night conversation with back on places where it limited me. I never dated in high my childhood friend, we realized that when we thought school. There were people I liked and looking back, I’m of someone who is pretty, we almost certain they liked me back. imagined the same blue eyed, But I could never push myself to blonde haired, fair skinned pursue it because in the back "It's hard to want something that girls we grew up with. Through of my mind I thought that a guy you don't even realize is fits of laughter, because our wouldn’t want to date a girl like realization was too sad and too me. He wants someone pretty missing." real for us to cry, we realized and I’m not pretty. In high that in our minds, we always school I had plenty of friends, thought we’d never be pretty in but I never had a solid friend the way that those girls were. group. Those girl friend groups intimidated me, I never felt like I was truly a part of the The first time I thought that I could possibly be considered group. In reality it’s more likely that I didn’t allow myself to pretty was this summer, while watching Amazon Prime’s belong because there was something in the back of my adaptation of Korean-American Jenny Han’s novel, mind telling me I was lesser than them. This reflects in The Summer I Turned Pretty. The adaptation stars Lola my work as a writer. All of the main characters I’ve created Tung an Asian-American actress. Lola Tung’s character, are white. Even though their race is never important to my Belly, is a mixed race teen with a Korean mother and story, in my mind, my characters have always been white. white father. The show is centered around Belly coming I think it’s interesting to note that Belly in Jenny Han’s into womanhood and growing into her beauty. Belly is original The Summer I Turned Pretty novel was white. In constantly being praised for how pretty she is and her a creative writing class, we discussed how writing tends looks garner attention from several boys throughout to be autobiographical in some ways. I automatically the series. While watching, something finally clicked. If gravitated towards writing white characters because that everyone thinks that she is pretty, and she has similar was what my experience was based off of. But it’s up features to me, maybe I’m pretty too. I saw myself in this to me to change the narrative and write characters that character. Never before had I felt represented. Finally, are more representative of me. Maybe one day I’ll write I was able to verbalize that subconsciously, I thought it a novel that will resonate with someone in the same way was impossible for myself to be considered pretty. I was that The Summer I Turned Pretty resonated with me. able to realize that my idea of blonde hair and blue eyes as the only form of beauty was Representation is more than false. Just because I’m not a buzzword. Actually feeling white doesn’t mean that I can’t represented is more than " Just because I'm not white be pretty too. a warm and fuzzy feeling. doesn't mean that I can't Seeing yourself represented Prior to this realization, did in someone else lets you be pretty too." those subconscious thoughts know that you are not the only keep me up at night? No. one, and for most of my life I Before realizing this, did I have an thought I was the only one. I awful self-image and low self-esteem? No, I had always was the other. I didn’t belong in a room full of pretty white appreciated who I was. girls. Because I was the Asian one. But now I know I am a pretty girl and I belong in that room too.

So why does this matter? Maybe my false idea of beauty

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their eyes glance around failing to meet mine as i pry into a world that fails to be mine.

the tickles of an awkward, yet innocent love. the rush of a novel, yet forbidden love. elbows brush, the slightest graze, still failing to meet my gaze.

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his hands mold around her chin, gently pulling her in, breaths hasten lips tickling one another, finding their rhythm tasting each other. a minute lasts longer than it normally would, for even time itself savors the taste of love. the clock refuses to turn. their lips refuse to leave. the light refuses to turn. my eyes refuse to leave. the shackles of longing clang with every step, for these are the moments I stole for my scrapbook of their memories.

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intertwined hands clasp and unclasp. my hand over yours, or yours over mine?

the red of the stoplight. adjusting a mirror reflecting a life opposite of my own.

design/ Isha Harshe

whispers, giggles conversations my ears weren’t invited to but my eyes sneaked into.

i speed past, my own cheeks blushing

by Isha Harshe

tilted heads, rosy cheeks, hidden under their bronze skin. hidden, implied.

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ou don’t like spicy food?”

“You don’t like Bollywood?”

“You’ve never taken Indian dance classes? You’re so uncultured.”

Ironically enough, I see a similar effect mirroring my experiences in India.

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Regardless of whether I am in America or India, there always seems to be people who think I’m not cultured enough, whether it’s for my low spice tolerance, lack of familiarity with Bollywood, inability to dance, or American-sounding Tamil. People I meet often question how much exposure I’ve had to my own culture. What they don’t always realize is that there are more ways than one to be familiar with the diverse culture of India, and that I’ve had much more exposure to the practices found in South India than North India.

Yet I am nonetheless expected to be familiar with both North Indian culture and South Indian culture. Besides,

Despite having never taken classical dance, I still have made- and continue to make- attempts to connect with my culture through various activities. In elementary school, I started going to lessons to learn Carnatic singing, which is a music genre predominantly heard in the states of southern India. It is heavily influenced by religious texts and traditions, and vocal music is emphasized the most with other instruments accompanying performances. I took Carnatic music classes for several years as a way of not only learning how to sing, but as a way to understand the deeper meaning behind so many religious songs, shlokas, and bhajans. Even though the Sanskrit lyrics are ones I wasn’t familiar with, I was walked through the stories that they painted. As someone always fascinated with Hindu mythology, I felt proud to be honoring various deities through what I sang. I also found it interesting to compare the styles of Western music and Carnatic music since I was taking piano classes at the same time.

The changes in rhythm, key, and beat always fascinated me.

Carnatic singing wasn’t the only tie that I tried to maintain with my culture. For six years, I took yoga classes at my temple, where different poses were referred to

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When I tell people I am an Indian-American, they are shocked to hear that my tongue cannot cope with the spicy food that is so common in my native cuisine. They find it hard to believe that I prefer sweeter foods and can’t always handle Indian dishes meticulously bathed in chili powder. I also know almost nothing about Bollywood films and dances, which again comes to the surprise of my friends, Indian and non-Indian alike. What they fail to recognize is that I am a Tamil girl who does not know a word of Hindi and seldom watches Bollywood movies. Yet if I were to ask one of them to belt out a Tamil song or name a Tamil movie, could they do it?

there are 22 official languages in India- what makes me less cultured for being familiar with one over another?

by Deeksha Sridher

As a United States-born girl of Tamilian descent, I have by no means been immune to being told any of these statements. I have often been criticized for “failing to meet the standards” of my own culture. Sometimes it seems like regardless of the environment I am in, there is always some factor of my cultural identity that is so often misinterpreted or wrongly assumed.

It has been eight years since I’ve last been there, yet I try to establish my own cultural connection with India through learning Tamil and practicing it whenever I get the chance. For over two years, I’ve attended weekly classes at my local temple to learn to read and write in Tamil. I also speak Tamil at home with my parents, attempting to increase my fluency with each conversation. However, when I speak Tamil with my family in India, the acclaim is scarce. The Tamil I speak is more so judged for how “cute” it sounds rather than how accurate it is. I am seen as the girl who speaks Tamil with an American accent, not the girl who is trying to communicate in her family’s mother tongue.

as asanas and the names of these poses were almost always taught to us in their original Sanskrit name. Through yoga, I was able to continue learning certain words and terminology in Sanskrit while also having a way to keep myself physically active. The different physical benefits each asana had on our vital functions and different parts of our bodies allowed me to develop flexibility and keep myself healthy. The spiritual connections and meanings behind yoga taught me about culture and religion more than I would have ever thought it would.

to embrace my differences as well as the differences of others. Because in the end, the only thing that we are all similar in is the fact that we are all different.

It is for this very reason that I have always valued diversity in the ways we are brought up. Instead of labeling others as cultured or uncultured based on what they haven’t experienced, we should better understand the ways they maintain ties with their culture through what they do experience.

We must embrace ourselves for who we are rather than trying to confine ourselves within the stereotypes we are placed in.

In having people with different backgrounds and perspectives, we are able to explore and understand the world beyond our own individual points of view. In doing so, we not only broaden our own perspectives of our world; we also enhance those of others, allowing for a more open-minded and accepting community.

Maybe I don’t know the newest Bollywood songs. Maybe I don’t know how to teach my tongue to handle the blends of spices seasoned on my meals. But what I do know is this- I am Deeksha. I am an Indian-American who aspires to continue expanding her skills in Tamil. I am not uncultured - I am unique in the connections I maintain with my culture. I strive

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Vol 45 : No. 287

DELHI - May 15, 1942

Two Annas

MERA HINDUSTAN C

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Terrorism was invented by the White people hidden underneath the words of Raj (to rule)

Suppression was imposed on the Indian textile industry through various

design/ Riya Choksi

The race against the increased gallops toward our home began. My heart felt like it might explode as my mind searched for a place to hide my little sister. She was my family’s golden treasure. I lifted the 80 lb gold and placed her in the barrel of rice, explaining to her that we are playing a game where she

must be quiet to win. I placed the wooden lid on top of the barrel to secure her safety, hoping she was still able to breathe. Sacrificing her ability to breathe was the only way I could keep her safe. As always, I hoped for the day the White imperialists would leave the land that was never theirs. We were tired of being terrorized.

and imperialism. The British terrorized different cultural groups in India, pinning them against each other. They separated the Hindus and Muslims, and prevented a national movement that could overthrow them. The divide et impera arose with political tactics.

When the elected ministries of the Indian National Congress quit in protest of the British declaring war against Germany, Britain hired unelected individuals from the Muslim League.

The greed for political power in the Hindu and Muslim communities was exploited by the British. The Indian map was carved according to Britain’s ambitions thwarting India’s efforts to unify Hindus and Muslims. The swords carried by soldiers sliced the country based on religion and culture. Red and blue uniforms held no mercy as their hands squeezed the heart of Bharat (India). My Bharat and its people bleed, unable to patch the wound.

by Krisha Patel

hattering in Hindi increased outside of my triangular brown tent. The tents covered us from the potential dangers brought by the men in the navy blue and red uniforms.

However, the wrath of the Queen and the British Raj shook the tents as they looted us of our treasures. The treasures and producers of our future generations were stolen to be bleached White. Some came back with scratches and wounds that would only be physically filled, leaving unhealed trauma. Others were kept as pets or servants at their convenience. Now the chattering has slowly converted into shouts of worry. It meant white horses, white carriages, and white privilege are about to terrorize us.

Acts. The power of British held no limits in their actions, so they pressed for the downfall of India.

The British’s eyes filled with greed when they saw the wave of success the Indians were prospering on. It began with the British inhibiting India from selling their cotton materials.

Artisans were taxed for their craft to prevent them from creating.

People that represented the “special cotton” were beaten and punished. However, no clever bully ends their mission with violence but in fact, plagiarizes to snatch the victim’s upcoming success.

Britain accomplished just that.

They stole the textile industry by constructing machinery that replicated the hand-woven process implemented by India’s artisans. British machinery allowed mass production, leaving India in the dust unable to produce due to the heavy taxation.

Violation of Bharat’s women occurred by stripping them of their identity. Prior to the British Raj, there had been sculptures of Indian women wearing sarees without blouses. The saree would be draped to cover their bare breasts.

However, the Indian traditional drape was deemed to be inappropriate by the British, labeling it as

titillating and immodest. They created disgusting perspectives about Indian women's clothing and bodies. To deflect the inappropriate response, women created a petticoat or a blouse to wear over their breasts.

A petticoat or a blouse is a cropped top worn underneath the saree drape. The one demand caused the style of the saree to be changed forever. Now, the traditional drape includes a blouse, whereas before, the drape over the bare breasts was the “true traditional” wear.

The sufferable experiences accumulated over time with no expiration date. Since 1858, people from “mera Hindustan” (my India) have been terrorized, suppressed, and violated.

It still continued today in microaggressive forms where the

little girl hid in the barrel to protect herself and her culture.

She wanted to keep the authenticity of her culture and be celebrated for it. But, the White imperialists had other ideas in mind.

The white gaze was greedy, so they embezzled culture and language as well. Britain created a trend where pieces of India would be slowly reformed in a foreign land. Fragments of culture and food were bleached White. The stolen goods included turmeric/golden milk (haldi dudh),

"no clever bully ends their mission with violence but, in fact, plagiarizes to snatch the victim’s upcoming success"

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The misrepresentation prospered in other forms, such as mehndi. In Indian culture, the swirls of burgundy and the faint petrichor scent of mehndi signify prosperity in a new beginning for a woman on her wedding day. On the flip side, “henna tattoos’’ are an empty Western variation that lose all significance. Mehndi is not a marketing scheme to sell tattoos for a cheaper price. Mehndi represented South Asian beauty along with clothing and jewelry. All these pieces made Indian women feel proud and beautiful in their culture, taking back

photography/ Riya Choksi

Just like the little girl in the barrel, I wanted to protect my culture. It began with a multicultural day at primary school where

Similarly, the Western beauty industry took pieces of South Asian beauty our jewelry, clothing, and mehndi (henna) - to fulfill their capitalist needs, diminishing the cultural significance. In Hinduism, the bindhi is a circular beauty mark placed in the center of one’s forehead, representing the body’s energy center. However, Coachella and other music festivals have diminished the bindhi’s meaning by using it as face stickers because it looked pretty to them.

The feeling of shock didn’t end there. I felt it again as I walked through the aisles in search of new jewelry at Kohls. Suddenly, something caught my eye - our bangles. I have bangles but mine were found in the stalls on the

The frustration grew as their bright blue eyes searched for more items to take. From the beginning, their eyes were fixated on our hand-woven garments.

Western companies produced loosely plagiarized clothing designs.

Companies like H&M and Forever 21 sold apparel that resembled Indian dresses and kurtis, misrepresenting traditional clothing.

Anger remained until it fueled a fight against ignorance and misrepresentation.

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chai tea (chai/cha), and clarified butter (ghee). Haldi dudh contained magic that healed my sickness. Cha held the comfort of family gatherings. Ghee melted into every home-cooked food, enhancing the flavors. I saw love and comfort in these goods but the White people saw profit in them. They held these goods high in White established stores such as Trader Joe’s and Publix.

Authentic flavorings of India were relabeled in White jars and cans, leaving the little girl in the barrel.

streets of India for cheaper.

They replicated our jewelry and sold it for a higher price. My fists tightened as the heat around me grew, unable to do anything. It was frustrating.

by Krisha Patel

everyone came dressed in their cultural garb.

At the age of eight, the thought of dressing up in South Asian clothes was humiliating. I had no doubt in mind that I would come in the next day dressed in Western clothes. Once again, there would be no standing soldier for India. The following day, I observed as everyone stood tall in their European cultures but my eyes stopped at a girl in a colorful skirt and bangles. A girl in White skin stole my representation and culture to label it as hers. I felt the red flame ignite from the heat of my body. The steam filled my body as if it was ignition ready to light the terrorizer on fire. But I remained silent, held back by White privilege.

the power after receiving inappropriate comments during the British Raj. Now, beauty marks are sold in the Western industry for financial benefits. The industry made us feel like slaves unable to resist the looting. Yet, we try to defend our valuable items in the fight.

The anger fueled the fight to resist the acceptance of ignorance shown by the White community. They washed out the celebrated colors of culture by relabeling Indian items as their own. They took certain cultural aspects to create marketing schemes that resulted in high profits. They resorted to stealing aspects of the culture that benefitted them, providing no acknowledgment or appreciation towards the culture. The misinterpretation of Indian culture

“the beauty shines from my dadi’s saree” can be due to Britain's lingering power in the form of White privilege.

The White hand held over our mouths, keeping us silent.

Silence grew from generation to generation, forgiving but not forgetting. The unforgotten history remains undiscussed within each new generation living in the Western land. Imperialism still has its impacts today in the form of White privilege. This wound never healed.

It still bleeds.

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The Boba Tea Diaspora

According to Eater.com, Boba tea started its beginnings in Taiwan during the 1980s. The tapioca balls that we associate now with boba tea were already a huge part of many Taiwanese desserts during this time. In Japan, many cafes have started to serve iced coffee. This innovation of serving coffee at a cold temperature inspired a young Taiwanese man to serve milk tea on ice. By combining the sweet tapioca balls with the cold milk tea, boba tea was born. Fun fact, the nickname “boba” originated from the tapioca pearl’s bounciness and consistency to the busts of Hong Kong actress Amy Yip.

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design/ Ishita Sen, Anagha Hesaraghatta

Ever since my first introduction into the world of boba tea, I have watched this drink grow and learn to assimilate into its current form in Asian American culture. Not only has this drink become a staple for many young Asian Americans, it has also become a drink that brings people together of all cultures. With its wide variety of flavors, toppings, and consistencies, this special drink has made its mark in the world and has made sure that it is here to stay.

by Olivia Hemilton

I remember the first time I ever tried boba tea.

It was a drink that I had never heard of before, however, it was something that was becoming my older sister’s new obsession. I took a sip from the purple milky plastic cup. The taste of sweet Taro coated my tongue, followed by the sweet chewy tapioca balls. I knew it then that It was then that I knew it was love at first sip.

Boba tea traveled to the United States through Taiwainese immigrants. During this time of huge Taiwanese immigration, many Asian immigrants formed cultural neighborhoods in many big cities. Some entrepreneurs saw an opportunity to create a business for the lack of food from home and opened up boba cafes in these cultural neighborhoods. Being located in the United States, these shop owners had to cater to the sweeter tooth of the American consumer. By experimenting with different syrups, flavors, and toppings the original milk tea boba evolved into today’s modern version of boba.

Around the 2010s, boba cafes really started to grow and pop up in many neighborhoods with dense asian populations. Many food characteristics of Asian culture were starting to become popular globally and with the innovation of social media, people coming from different races were dying to try these popular Asian snacks. Boba was starting to become a must have drink for many people and sort of became a trend. While boba was on the rise, what really helped aid its normalcy in Asian American culture was also the rise of a popular Korean-pop boy band group, BTS. This k-pop group was able to break into the American music industry in a way no other foreign music artist has ever been able to. Their influence brought new fans and Americans that wanted to try things that were a part of their culture. In turn, the popularity of boba cafes shot up so high that big money entrepreneurs wanted in on the cash. Slowly but surely, different boba chains started popping up and the old model of small business owned boba cafes could no longer catch up and compete.

The current face of boba tea has become a conglomerate of many different franchises and the sign of an area’s gentrification. Just a shadow of its former self, the push for trendiness over quality and character has killed the original purpose of the first boba cafes. Instead of being a place where friends and family can bond and socialize over a refreshing cup of boba tea, it has become a revolving door of pushing customers in and out. Customers are no longer stopping and sitting down at these shops to bond with others, but instead are there to just quickly grab their boba, snap a picture of it for their social media, and leave. The second home atmosphere of the original small business owned boba cafes have been traded for the trendy touristy fast service boba franchises. Unfortunately what this means for the low-income residents of these boba franchise dominated neighborhoods is that change is coming. Eventually, these residents will not be able to afford to live in the area anymore and their small businesses will be driven out by bigger, popular companies. Money hungry franchises will seek out the highest bidder leaving those who are less fortunate with nothing.

Boba’s place in the world has become more than an identity for Asian Americans. However, its future hangs in the air of what is more to come.

Boba will always hold a special place in my heart as a comfort drink that can cure any sadness or stress. It is the one milky drink I can always rely on to always put a smile on my face. I believe that boba is still a delicious drink that anyone should be able to afford. Support your local small business owned boba shops.

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Rating Boba Shops Around USF

Quickly Boba

Taro = 2.5/5 Flavor notes - very sweet, vanilla wafer Tapioca- slimy, watery, rubbery Price- $5.70 = $

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Tsaocaa

Taro = 2.5/5 Flavor notes - very sweet, vanilla wafer Tapioca- slimy, watery, rubbery Price- $5.70 = $

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Teastori

Splitcup Strawberry Rose = 1.5/5, Thai Tea = ⅗ Tapioca - very soft, chewable, soggy Flavor notes - Floral, perfumy, astringent Price - $6.80 = $$

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Moge Tea

Yogurt Mango Tea = ⅘ Flavor notes - balanced sweetness Tapioca - firm bite Price - $9.00 = $$$

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MEALTIME

written and designed by: Khoa Hoang

Convene, oh, stories shared Big sighs, wide eyes, titters were there The meal sounds like forte Turn on the news, pass me the pear Silence’s simply a norm Uneaten rice, the ribs disformed Sai Gon, you are my home A home too far’s a mark of woe

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BỮA CƠM TẠI GIA

Sum vầy hỏi chuyện chín mười Thở dài, thảng thốt, tiếng cười giòn tan Nhà ta kể chuyện lan man Ngồi nghe tin tức, nhờ sang tô cơm Lặng thinh người hỡi bình thường Chén cơm bỏ mứa, miếng sườn nằm đâu Sài Gòn nhớ con đậm sâu Bồn chồn, nước mắt, một câu nhớ nhà

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Don’t Worry Darling, Victory is Not Winning “Who’s world is it? OURS ” - shouted the men.

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wife met her husband on a train to Boston. She dropped her ticket; he bent down and gave it to her and they fell in love at first sight.

The movie shows happy, scheduled couples with set storylines perfectly integrated to allow conversation between the wives over common trips and stories, all while being oblivious to the fake world around them. This is how it was for the main couple, Alice and Jack. It isn’t until Alice sees anoth-

er wife cut her throat to “escape” that Alice begins to experience the effects of the simulation - Victory is not real. Victory is a simulation that is being projected through lasers constantly shining over their eyes in the real world. Jack made a deal with Frank, the head of the Victory Project, so that he could spend time with Alice, who was a surgeon working long hours in the hospital. In the real world, Alice lays in bed with lasers over her eye’s day and night, unknowingly.

She has no recollection of her life before Victory or before Jack.

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e see themes of toxic masculinity in various areas of the film, but they all revolve around themes of vulnerability, manipulation, and confrontation.

The movie shows how influential feelings of vulnerability are. Jack felt vulnerable and insecure that he couldn’t provide for Alice in the real world after losing his job and being unable to find another. It was these initial feelings that drew him into the idea of the utopian that Victory offered. He wanted to spend time with Alice, but Alice was emotionally unavailable after long extra shifts to pay the bills.

All the men in Victory felt susceptible and were unhappy with their lives in the real world. Frank used these feelings of vulnerability to his advantage. The Victory Project asks the men, “are you ready to live the life you deserve”, indicating that their unhappiness is unjustified and that they should join to change their lives and give them purpose while drugging their wives to follow. Frank successfully used this to manipulate the men into agreeing to join the project and portray the ideal husband who provides for his family.

“You love me” – Jack Manipulation is a prominent theme in the movie. The women were the most affected through the entire process. Even though the husbands were manipulated into joining, they took away their wives’ choice. The husbands drugged their wives and forced them to join the community, losing

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“Are you ready to live the life you deserve ?”

- The Victory Project.

“I did it for us” – Jack

by Nimrit Doad

he psychological thriller film, Don’t Worry Darling, is an exciting, stunning and unexpected movie that had me hooked from the first scene. As the film went on, I couldn’t help but notice reoccurring themes of toxic masculinity. I wanted to explore the portrayal of toxic masculinity through this opinion piece on Don’t Worry Darling. From the first scene the utopian community called “Victory” is revealed as an “ideal” world set in the 1950’s.

At exactly 8am, two sunny side up eggs and two pieces of bacon are cooked in a pan, while a layer of cream cheese is spread over a golden piece of bread. At exactly 9am, the wives lead their husbands to their cars, and kiss them goodbye as the husbands synchronously drive away in a line. The wives then begin their routine pattern of household activities; dusting, vacuuming, and wiping the house clean before their husbands come home to a homemade meal. Victory projects the typical male-dominated household where the men are seen as the “breadwinners” and the wives tend to more household affairs. The men sit at the head of the table and converse amongst themselves, never asking for their wife’s opinion. Every couple is ingrained with a similar storyline of places and events that occurred to lead them to Victory. Most of the women are from Philadelphia, Baltimore or Chicago. All couples honeymooned in either the Poconos or Niagara Falls. Every other

before Victory. The women were lied to and manipulated by their husbands to live the perfect life.

None of them had any recollection of their own lives happening outside the real world. They were just lying on a bed with a device brainwashing them while in their head they were living in the perfect world. In the movie Jack tries to reassure Alice that she loves him to make himself feel less guilty for taking away her life and forcing her to play pretend in the simulation. The only exception was a wife named Bunny. Bunny chose to be a part of the simulation to escape her reality, after having a miscarriage because her children were still alive in the simulation.

Bunny manipulated Alice into thinking that Alice was losing her mind when she confided in Bunny about hallucinating. Bunny knew of the simulation and knew that Alice was slowly getting her memories back but continued to ignore her friend’s cries for help.

“I was unhappy but it was my life, my choice” Alice Jack triggers Alice’s memory by humming a song he used to sing to her in the real world. This nearly breaks Alice and Jack comes clean about what he did, justifying that he did it for her. Alice snaps and tells Jack she was never unhappy, she loved her original life because it was her own life and not a made up simulation that she didn’t even choose to be in. Jack took away her right to choose

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whether she wanted this life or not. He was portraying himself as the “man” and making all her decisions. This was what he wanted because in the real world it was her bringing in money because he couldn’t find a new job. She was content with her life and with them being together, but he wanted to spend more time with her

and be seen as the breadwinner.

Alice proves over and over again how resilient and strong her character is. Despite being tied down and controlled by someone she trusted, she was able to escape and carry on with her own life, making her own choices. The movie itself brought on a whirlwind of emotions. As the audience we were unaware that Victory was a simulation. As someone who has cultural ties to a male

dominated culture, I found myself admiring the wives and thought that being a housewife was a life I wouldn’t mind. While this may be true for some who choose to, they have a choice. The women in the film didn’t have a choice and after this realization it dawned on me how much subconscious influence there is in the Indian culture to enjoy being a housewife and attending to household chores and children, while the husband makes money. I was personally shocked after finding out that Alice was a surgeon in the real world. I could never imagine studying for so long and enduring the rigor of medical school just to have your right of choice stripped from you and being brainwashed into being a housewife. It was especially hard to realize that the person who took her life away from her was the person she loved the most. I think this goes to show that even the people dearest to us can have such a large impact on our lives, for better or for worse. As a film, Don’t Worry Darling left me shocked and rethinking the subconscious implications of the “role of women” through the strong performance and messages of toxic masculinity through vulnerability, manipulations and confrontation.

My Paper menagerie “Sắc! Huyền! Hỏi! Ngã! Nặng!”

While searching through short stories for my high school English class, the elegant, orange origami tiger of The Paper Menagerie captured my attention. As I read about the crumbling relationship between biracial Chinese American boy Jack and his Chinese mother, my heart tore at Jack’s rejection of his heritage and his mother.

The Paper Menagerie by Ken Liu provides a glimpse into the life of Jack, a Chinese American boy, who grew up with a white father and Chinese immigrant mother in suburban Connecticut. With a mischievous tiger, soy sauce-soaked water buffalo, and tinfoil shark, Jack’s mother created origami animals and breathed life into them.

Two years after his mom passed, Jack’s origami tiger sprang to life.

And on Qingming, the Chinese Festival for the Dead, Jack found the letter his mom wrote to him.

Through her letter, Jack learned about his mother’s life in China.

She grew up in Sigulu Village, Hebei Province where she learned the zhezhi papercraft of breathing life into origami. Orphaned after the Cultural Revolution, she was sold to a family in Hong Kong as a caretaker before being sold to marry Jack’s father. To his mother, Jack was her sole connection to her family in a foreign world of people she was considered the “other.”

In his “all American pursuit of happiness,” Jack sacrificed his relationship with his mother and severed ties with his Chinese heritage.

--While I didn’t have a magical paper menagerie, Jack’s story resonated with me as a Vietnamese American juggling between my Vietnamese heritage and American life. Growing up, I struggled with merging my home life with the world outside.

Despite my mom’s best efforts, I rebuffed her attempts to sit me down and practice Vietnamese.

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Every weekend during elementary school, my mom would gather my sister and I into the kitchen and open her big black binder of Vietnamese worksheets. We would painstakingly stumble over each page doing our best to imitate our mom’s flowing voice. Not even an hour would pass before my sister and I would miss playing and start

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As Jack got older he began to push away his mother’s culture for the American culture. At school, Jack was bullied for his Chinese heritage and realized that his family was “not other families.” In attempts to fit in with American society, he refused to speak Chinese to his mother, eat her home-cooked Chinese food, and shoved away his paper menagerie.

Written By Amy Pham

My face reddened in embarrassment as I looked down at the incomprehensible words. Despite contorting my tongue into new shapes, I could not follow the rise and fall of my mom’s voice as she effortlessly spoke our native language. Frustrated by my unsuccessful attempts to mimic my mom’s example of the five Vietnamese accents, I refused to practice for the rest of the day.

complaining. Eventually, our weekly classes at the kitchen table stopped.

At the time, I was more concerned with hanging out with my friends or studying. I could not understand the point of knowing Vietnamese if everyone else spoke English. Now a familiar wave of embarrassment rushes through me anytime I am asked if I can speak Vietnamese or try to practice with my family.

And as life eventually got in the way, it feels as though I have lost my opportunity to truly immerse myself in my native tongue. I am now faced with the inability to truly connect with my grandparents.

I stumble over my limited Vietnamese vocabulary and awkward pronunciation; each word is reminiscent of a discordant bang on a drum set. Like Jack, my immaturity and careless rejection of my Vietnamese identity resulted in a loss that I am now realizing its magnitude.

--Jack’s journey in The Paper Menagerie serves as an opportunity to truly look at our relationships with our culture. From my refusal to learn Vietnamese or my childish embarrassment to be seen wearing an ao dai, I thoughtlessly stifled a part of my identity. Certain events and practices in Vietnamese culture are unknown to me as my younger self had dismissed my mom’s stories. There are nuances to Vietnamese culture that I may never truly understand because of my inability to understand the language. I must now deal with the effects of my detachment from Vietnamese culture and the community – there’s an inexplicable feeling of otherness and loss.

However, like Jack, I can move forward. I can work to create new connections to my heritage. While I can no longer spend weekends at

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the kitchen table with my mom, my summers at home are spent building my lexicon. Conversations with my parents in broken Vietnamese and text messages in Vietnamese help me develop my understanding. Measuring out nước chấm with our soup spoons and test tasting my mom’s soups, I act as my mom’s sous chef to learn Vietnamese recipes.

While I may have initially shoved my connection to my culture away like Jack’s box of origami animals, I now have the opportunity to create a new paper menagerie.

The Lack Of Diversity (and the Domino Effect of Bad South Asian Representation)

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n this coming generation, with numerous milestones in showcasing and representing diversity, shows and movies have been incorporating diverse characters and cultures and many minorities have been able to find characters who they can see themselves in. This is something that videogames have also been keen on venturing in. However, there is seemingly a struggle when it comes to portraying South Asians in media, and more than a few companies and franchises have found themselves in hot water for their specific portrayals of South Asians and their culture. The reasoning behind it is deeply rooted in struggles with poor representation and perception of South Asians, and the importance of these issues translating into reality.

Even in this age of diversity and inclusion, I find it hard to see that many South Asians in media that follow fictional characters in animation and video games. In looking at the few examples, however, there is a pattern to be noticed in the portrayal of South Asians and how misinterpretation and inherent implied colourism can prove to be harmful to the very community such games want to include.

One notable franchise that incorporated South Asian characters into their media would be the “Fate” franchise from TYPE-MOON. With their first visual novel “Fate Stay/ Night” released in 2004, they have expanded into various other media, including anime and manga adaptations, RPG games, and a mobile game that still runs through present.

One major trait of the series was that their characters were based off of several different historical and mythical figures of the past, coming from several regions of the world. This, of course, meant that they would eventually reach the South Asian subcontinent.

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That is not to say there weren’t controversies.

Karna was portrayed as a rather generous person, as his conflict in the original Hindu epic was that he was a “flawed good man”. However, Arjuna was, in comparison, made to seem like a resentful person by his side. Arjuna was always seen as bitter and aggressive towards his rival, to which Karna only treats him with niceties, and is shown to harbor multiple instances of envy, jealousy and pent up frustration with himself.

The purpose of Karna’s and Arjuna’s characters were to be foils to each other, in which Karna was the one misunderstood to be bad, but he’s actually good, while Arjuna’s perceived to be the hero, while he’s deeply flawed.

However, it is seen that “TYPE-MOON” heavily favors Karna and often paints him in a good light and emphasizes his good nature, and this is often at the expense of Arjuna being shown in a negative light. This characterisation is flawed in general, but what’s ultimately detrimental about this is the choice to make Karna the lighter skinned of the two. In addition to this, “Fate/Grand Order” also includes Rama, a major deity in Hinduism, and Ashwatthama, also from the Mahabharata. Rama is pale skinned, inaccurate to his appearance being stated in his epic being blue, as he was an avatar of Vishnu. He is characterized to be calm and heroic. On the other hand, Ashwatthama, like Arjuna, is darker skinned. However, his characterization shows

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The first appearance of a South Asian character would be in 2013 in “Fate/Extra CCC”, a sequel to their dungeon crawler predecessor, “Fate/EXTRA’’ released in 2010. The character introduced was Karna, a hero from the Hindu epic, the Mahabharata. This myth is a very well known legend in India and is fairly connected with many stories relating to Hindu mythology. In the Mahabharata, Karna is described as having “physic radiance like bright gold or burning gold.

His body reflected the brightness of fire and sun.” In many of the art and pieces made of him, his physical appearance showed one with brown eyes, black hair and dark skin. In contrast, “TYPE-MOON”’s interpretation of the hero was a sheer contradiction to the myth. With skin paler than a sheet of paper, blue eyes and white hair, the “Fate” Karna looked nothing like the legend that Indians were familiar with. The disappointment with “TYPE-MOON”’s portrayal as well as the controversy was present, albeit not as outspoken during its initial release.

“TYPE-MOON” later released a dark skinned Indian character years after. Arjuna, from the same legend as Karna, and his supposed rival, was introduced in the mobile game “Fate/Grand Order” in March of 2018, later a main character in “Fate/EXTELLA LINK”, the sequel to the spin off of “Fate/Extra”, “Fate/Extella”.

Arjuna wore clothes that were inspired by Indian garments, and therefore contrasted with Karna (who is clad in an acultural bodysuit and armor) in the way that more represented his culture.

him being an aggressive person, with eternal pent up rage and frustration.

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With this we see that Fate’s two light skinned South Asian characters are considered the morally just ones, while the darker skinned ones are painted t o the aggressive and heavily flawed ones. The harm and detriment with this, unintentional or not, is very severe as this is inherently colorist.

In an article, “The Power of (Mis) Representation: Why Racial and Ethnic Stereotypes in Media Matter”, by Mari Castañeda, she says that “stereotypical media depictions are received as the truth, rendering impressions that people of color are economically challenged and criminalized” and this verbalizes the amount of hurt that such portrayals can cause, albeit the intention or lack of. The stereotyping of South Asians within the media is huge, because of the small band of which there are South Asian cultures represented in media to be analyzed. However, the misinterpretation and stereotypical depictions have a harsher effect than the simple lack of them at all.

To many, 2013 was ages ago. And 2018 was hardly a time for social media “wokeness”.

And in that time, many people seem to be more aware of how interpretations can be harmful to different cultures, there has been more accountability towards these kinds of things.

However, has this portrayal really changed now?

“Genshin Impact” is not a name that has strayed from many ears. The game released by Hoyoverse in 2020 has a playerbase of over 63 million people in present day. The game releases updates periodically, and with that comes new regions and stories for their players to explore. Each region is based on a region in the real world, with areas such as Liyue representing China, and Inazuma representing Japan.

Recently, in “Genshin Impact”’s new update, players get to explore the new region Sumeru, which takes inspiration from South Asia. Although the release was originally on August 24th of 2022, many characters were introduced to the fanbase and… heavily scrutinized.

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People were not happy with the new characters. Those represented in the keyframe of the soon to be released Sumeru characters were mostly light skinned. The main archon, or representative, being a very small pale skinned girl. In addition to this, many fans pointed out the inaccuracies of clothing and cultural references made by Hoyoverse in trying to incorporate South Asian elements while visually referencing Amazigh, Nubian, and Persian cultures and combining them. In an article, “As It Adds New Regions, Genshin Impact’s Politics Only Get Messier” by Rui Zhong, published by Polygon, it was stated, “ Fans have pointed out that the movements of dancer Nilou were meticulously researched, but that her belly dance costume is a mismatch for her Persian-style performances.” Hoyoverse has shown a lot of inaccuracies, as fans have pointed out, with South Asian culture, as well researched as they claim to be. Many of the outfits, specifically regarding the female ones, which mostly follow inspiration from belly dancing outfits, have an orientalist amalgamation of Middle Eastern themes that are misrepresented or inaccurate. This, along with their lack of diversity within the region, have angered fans, and rightfully so. The lack of representation, especially in an area that was designated for them, makes South Asian fans greatly disappointed and this impact (heh) has created a significant amount of controversy even now. The elements of orientalism displayed in the recent update are extremely detrimental in the way that misrepresentation often does.

It creates harmful stereotypes and allows for the profiling of the cultures involved outside of the media we consume as fiction. Thus, it becomes a very real problem.

While some may argue that any representation for marginalized groups is good, that is not the case when it comes to misinterpretations and stereotypical ones portrayed in the media. The dangers that come with such inaccuracies in the depiction of culture is that it permeates a sense of disrespect towards that community and isolates them more often that it includes them, despite whether that was the intention or not. Many minorities often get this sense of excitement of “Oh-! That character is just like me!”, when they see a character that represents their culture. That sense of inclusion is precious to each and every person within a minority who, often, in general feel very left out in a world that is predominantly everything they’re not. To dash that excitement with inaccuracies that do not represent them correctly or failure to even include them in the way that was promised is very detrimental to the very cause that people try to promote when adding such characters to their media. South Asians who are excited to see characters that are supposedly just like them who see that the character is instead pale skinned and does not relate to them at all in ways of culture, are directly harmed with these actions.

The imaginary worlds that we allow ourselves to be emerged in are much different than our reality but we cannot ignore that media does have big effects outside of their fictionality. Colourism displayed in media, while it may not be in the magnitudes of acts of colourism in real life, is still harmful to minorities. However, as we can see from the amount of criticism that major companies receive for such ill taste in their representation, we are in an age where we are holding more people accountable.

So hopefully, some day, brown people will see more people just like them in their favorite media.

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