Yahya Alami Hafez
MiC Contributor
MIC
I travel back home to Hong Kong every summer to visit my family and it always feels uneasy leaving my dad and his family when summer ends. However, it feels a little more uneasy and heavier this year as I walk into the security gates to leave my dad.
I sat down with my mother in early September and had a long conversation about the movie “Crazy Rich Asians”.
Well, well, well friends, it’s that time of year again. That's right — we’re down to the last 40 days before the British Academy of Film and Television Arts Film Award submission deadline (Oct. 23, for any of you enterprising British filmmakers out there).
Apart from soberly functioning every day, introspecting into the quirks and the charms that we hold informs how we respond to the pressure campus culture puts on defining who we are.
Somewhere in China, a little girl talks to her father on the phone. He is in the United States. She tells him he is a bad person and that the Chinese police are good people. That’s the last he hears from her for six months.
Boat People
After Ocean Vuong
Don’t ask why we came.
Ask why we left.
Some say the story ends in liberation,
but there was no end,
Second-class citizens
We cut and cut
And cut
Pieces of our dirty red flesh off
Sawing off the parts they don’t like —
Becoming enigmas
To ourselves
But familiar friends to them
We toil and toil,
I’ve never really cared about or followed the latest trends. Instead, I’ve always thought of myself as a trendsetter.
“Kuch Kuch Hota Hai,” “Dil Chahta Hai,” “Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham,” “Mujhse Dosti Karoge!”, “Kaho Naa… Pyaar Hai” - I grew up watching the sappiest romance movies ever.