Bali: Through water, volcanoes and Gods
Written July 12, 2018. (2022 – in memory of Dede’s grandmother, Nenek of the mountains. Rest in soft clouds now). Before I explode in gusto and borderline maniacal fervour, I […]
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Journey to 2020: Traveling through Evergreen Intent
Written February 1, 2017. I am not a travel expert — far from it. Though my studies have been embedded in geography, in every situation where I am in charge […]
Of Gilgamesh, Enkidu and the common
Gilgamesh and Enkidu Slaying Humbaba by Wael Tarabieh, 1996. If the dead skin from our hands are sifted, will we unearth DNA that paint Stalin, Castro, Khan, Hiroshima, Rwanda, self-serving […]
In God’s hand
It’s all in God’s hand and this has always been a vanishing occupation. Some days He falls asleep in front of the TV some days He gets carried away with reading […]
Quickly – on Volcanic Cosmologies: Negotiating Fire, Faith, and Sovereignty
by Dk Siti Zulaikha Pg Hj Ishak. Writing training. Volcanoes are not merely geological formations; they are cosmopolitical sites where faith, governance, and ecology interweave. Across cultures, volcanoes have served […]
From Jenglots to Island Bionetwork: Reflections of Academic Journey Thus Far
by Dk. Siti Zulaikha Pg Hj Ishak. There is an old ritual practiced by the children on my island that makes itself stubbornly known in the back of our minds […]
Stay for a Minute
Come a little bit closer, in this air, pungent of funk, groove, even gospel engulfing tonal fusion and the notes of the piano rise and fall we can dream this […]
On my Papers
In my still library, I allow fate to be a lost elephant that needs the mother of all water walking haphazardly on the x-axis, and I allow telepathy be a […]
Rivers and Lives under Seige: Scrutinising the Concrete Mountains
Damming of Himalayan River Basin and the Hegemonic Force of China: Water Grabbing through the Lens of Political Ecology by Dk. Siti Zulaikha Pg Hj Ishak for Monash, 2018. Water […]
Down Grosvenor…
These days on evenings when the quiet engulfs me when the grass sleeps, and the sky fades so softly I seem to remember – those frozen autumn mornings down by […]
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