Gavel Club of UoC

I was reading my journal the other day, flipping through pages filled with worries, reflections, and small joys. It was strange to see the timeline…

When I was a little kid, my mom bought me a noticeably large book. It was a translation of the famous Soviet novel called “How…

Home takes different shapes for different people. It can be a person, a memory or a period of time that you return to physically or…

Have you ever burned your toast, missed an exit, missed your flight, or gotten stuck in traffic and just thought, “Why me?” I know I…

Several weeks ago, I texted Amrah akki and asked if I could write an article for the blog. She replied, “Sure, would you mind sending…

If you had asked me as a kid what my favourite colour was, I don’t think I would’ve had an answer. It kept changing. For…

“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one…

“The farther away you run from home, The more the urge to come home grows. The longer the colder the time you spend away from…

My time on earth is limited and so I believe I must try everything at least once.  I am the second of three siblings; my…

It was after months of tightly packed days that I woke up to a slow Saturday morning. I was sipping my tea looking outside the…