The words ‘zan, zendegi, azadi’, when chanted after one another, reverberate through Iran and land like daggers at the feet of those who restrict our freedoms. But if Mahsa Amini gave her life for this fight, what have we done to leave our mark?

Shortlisted entry in the Non-Fiction section of the Honi Soit Writing Competition 2022.

My hands are full with my cardigan, my uni bag, the rubbish that has piled up in my car as I trundle towards the front door of my house. But before I can cross the safe threshold of my door, I hear the terrifying “hello” of an unknown voice.

And so, the dance begins again.

The writing of J*hn Gr**n lacks nuance, originality, and wit. For this, he must be held accountable.

Australia’s approach to immigration detention is more than flawed - it’s outright malicious.

Cyrus had been given a small gift a few months ago, seated on the edge of the veranda whilst cracking the knuckles of his small hands.

Disclaimer: Danny Yazdani exposes his cultural incompetence.