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The glass breaks. "Everybody pay attention." The crowd around you begins to part and soon enough, a line of men wearing Greek letters filters through the clearing. You've found yourself in the front row of a performance, and the audience is buzzing with energy.
Click Click. Dominoes sprawl across the wooden table. My feet dangle off the ground, and I carefully trace my fingers along a deep crack in the table’s surface. My sister places her chubby hands on the table, hoisting herself up with her face tied in an angry little knot. Paco is cheating again. Against a 7-year-old.
Growing up, my grandmother would always read me the old Arabic folklore story "I Love You Like Salt."
Growing up, I was embarrassed of the things that were the most familiar to me.
Tasha Romero has felt the same thing almost every day for over 10 years. A tingling, consuming desire to escape the world around her and forget about the responsibilities her daily life demands.
As the academic world weighs the pros, cons and ethical implications of AI, ASU — eager to maintain its innovation reputation — has immersed itself in the industry in the form of over 500 projects costing hundreds of millions of dollars.
Every weekend, Kennady Reading, a sophomore studying criminology, is on her feet hustling to serve the long queue of customers lined up inside the In-N-Out at Desert Ridge Marketplace. The constant yelling of food orders, the volume of the crowd's conversations and the smell of musky grease become what she describes as a "busy beehive."
I have Nicole Kidman's entire AMC theater pre-show advertisement committed to memory. If you've been to this theater in the past five years, chances are you're familiar too. There are few words to describe the feeling that washes over me in the theater when this ad begins to play. I genuinely feel the spirit of Kidman enter the room — silver pinstripe suit and all.
It's early 2009. You're on your old Mac desktop. You know… the one with the big white keys that click loudly when you type? On one of the anonymous discussion forums you follow, you see someone has posted a link to a whitepaper — "Bitcoin: A Peer-to-Peer Electronic Cash System." You read it, find it interesting, but brush it off. Little do you know, you're about to witness the start of a technological revolution.
I lay in bed, curled up with my knees almost brushing my chin, mindlessly scrolling Instagram, when I came across a trending phrase: "My girl's going to ASU".
Content warning: This story contains subject matter that may be disturbing or upsetting to some readers, including eating disorders. Please proceed with caution.
The MECHA room, located in the basement of the Memorial Union, has been locked for over a year.
Every morning, it was the same routine. Rose Jacket's grandparents awoke before the sunrise to prepare ingredients to make dough for fried bread, and mince various vegetables for mutton sandwiches and stews to sell. Jacket and her younger brother often assisted them in these preparations before heading off to school. As they loaded the car, pots clanged and clattered as they started their hours-long drive to the reservation.
Content warning: This story contains subject matter that may be disturbing or upsetting to some readers, including suicide and death. Please proceed with caution.
Picture this: You are walking down the street. There are no deep voices, no swarms of dark suits bunching together. The smell of suffocating cologne doesn't waft through the air. There are no aggressive commuters pushing their way through the busy crowd.
Isabela Heredia remembers growing up with her grandmother's constant Princess House deliveries. Weekly shipments would arrive at her family's front door, although their house already had far more silverware than they needed. Even in her childhood, Heredia knew there was no way her grandmother's large tableware collection was unnecessary.
We've all been there. It's family movie night and everyone is curled up on the couch. After finally deciding what to watch, you all quiet down and hit play. For a while, there's not much going on — but you begin to sense some tension between two characters on screen, and start to pray that nothing comes of it.
In Muslim communities across the West, the concept of the "haram police" has become a phenomenon. They are considered to be the men or older aunties in your local Muslim community who nitpick younger Muslim women. For example, if you don't wear a hijab, you will be shamed for this choice. But if you do wear a hijab, they will tell you that you aren’t wearing it properly. If you aren't fasting for Ramadan, they will ask questions and make sure you feel guilty to the fullest extent.
I learned at a young age that my body type was different.
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