I’ve never participated in a march or a protest before. Being from Florida with strict Bengali Muslim parents, I was never allowed to. I begged my mother to let me go to the People’s Climate March in New York a few years back, but with school and it being so far away, it just wasn’t possible. So, when I first heard of the gathering taking place on Boston Common on January 21, 2017 as a sister movement to the DC Women’s March, I jumped at the opportunity. I didn’t really think it would be big, though. No one did. But come the day of the march, I found myself in the middle of 125,000+ people. People made up of every single skin color and all different religions or none at all and from all the different communities. I was surrounded on all sides by people who were passionate about their rights and others’ rights.
My New Year’s Resolution was to promise myself that I wasn’t going to try and destroy myself everyday. I wasn’t going to wake up and want to be dead, feel like I’m drowning in a pool I will never be able to swim in, and create a dark storm cloud over my head when in actuality one didn’t even exist.
I’d always struggled with things like that; trying to get my brain to let go of everything that hurt me instead of letting it build up until you wanted to fall apart. I never spoke about feeling hurt, only letting the sadness wallow in my eyes or burn in the back of my throat, never talking back, rather getting quiet instead.
There is no better time than adolescence to love and be loved,
when we can stay safe in the cocoon of our mothers’ arms,
Fathers watching over, daring anyone to step close.
They have struck signs in our hearts;
To others: “Fear the wrath of my keepers.”
To me, their sweet child, “Fear the wrath of the fire.”
Figure 1: Polykritos. Winged Victory of Samothrace, ca. 190 BC.
Photo: Marie-Lan Nguyen
Atop the alabaster Daru staircase of the Louvre, a massive winged woman clad in sheets of billowing marble fabric stands erected upon a stone ship, filling the hall with her gusty presence. The room seems to stir with hushed chatter as museum visitors marvel at the finely carved depiction of Nike, the Greek goddess of victory. The Winged Victory of Samothrace is a monument of the Hellenistic era; more precisely, it is a remarkable representation of pre-Renaissance realism that has influenced the artistic sphere for generations. The sense of vitality in the work has impassioned critics across nations and cultures. Comprehending the significance of this gorgeous, freestanding sculpture requires contextual connections to earlier Greek artistic movements and detailed examinations of other artworks.
For many high school seniors, college admissions seem to float over them like a omniscient cloud. The application process is long, complex, and disjointed. With most deadlines past, many seniors are counting down the days until decisions or are working feverently on other applications. Some are doing both. Pulling through the storm of emails is an accomplishment within itself, and any applicant deserves a round of applause.