I know some of you are wondering Hasan, how do you know so much about fox news?
As a Muslim, I like to watch Fox News for the same reason I like to play Call Of Duty, sometimes I like to turn my brain off, to watch strangers insult my family heritage.
—  Hasan Minhaz, at White House Correspondents Dinner.
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Mexico revives 3,000-year-old ancient ball game - BBC News
A championship is being played in Mexico to try to revive a 3,000-year-old ball game.

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The finals of a revived 3,000-year-old ball game have been played in the Mexican city of Teotihuacan

Organisers have been trying to bring back the game, known as Ullamaliztli in Mexico, because of its ancient cultural and religious significance.

The game was played across Central America before being banned by the Spanish conquistadors.

The tournament, only the second since 2006, is being played by ten teams from across Mexico.

According to ancient texts the ball game was seen as a struggle between light and darkness and provided the energy to keep humanity going.

One of the best preserved ball courts can be found - with stone rings to throw the ball through - in Mexico’s Yucatan peninsula

Today the game is played by teams of seven players, who knock a heavy solid rubber ball up and down a narrow pitch, using their hips rather than their feet.

Giant ball courts can still be seen in ruins across the region.

In ancient times losers of the game were often sacrificed to the Gods*, but this year organisers opted for a knockout tournament instead.


* There is iconography and mythology related to the ballgame that involve sacrifice, but there is little evidence that people were sacrificed for having played this game.

Imagine Loki is planning to confess his love for you on Valentine’s Day, with orchids and a poem he himself wrote. Someone from the Avengers (who has a problem with Loki being in their team now) catches him in preparation and mocks him, saying “Oh, a monster in love, nice.” This gives Loki a pause as he is reminded of his heritage and his past deeds. He throws away the flowers and the poem, telling himself he is a deluded fool to think you’d ever reciprocate his love. As he is in the middle of throwing it all, you come in and spot him near the trash can. You see the pretty orchids being discarded and it makes you curious. Loki turns around and sees you, and his face goes ashen. He then leaves in a hurry, before you can ask him about the orchids or his sullen mood. Then, on a hunch, you delve into the trash and find his poem for you. It’s a pleasant surprise, for you never thought Loki had any feelings for you beyond friendship. You had kept your own feelings for him secret so far. Wondering why he threw the flowers and poem away, you decide to investigate.

Imagine Loki, after discovering about his true heritage, asks to be taken to Jotunheim so that he can discover more about his origins. When in Jotunheim, Loki is initially received rather coldly by everyone. He takes it in stride and slowly charms the populace by his kindness, generosity and willingness to adapt. He discovers Laufey is an unpopular king, and slowly turns the people against him and the rest of the royal family.

In a dramatic turn of events, Laufey is deposed and Loki takes the throne. And then he shows his ruthless side. He takes full control of the kingdom and exiles the royal family. Anyone who opposes him or mocks him is executed without mercy. Loki soon has the kingdom under his iron fist. It amuses him to see all the giants fearing him. He then takes all the weapons from the weapons vault in Asgard, as he knows the secret pathways to it. Asgard falls to Loki while Thor is still banished. Loki unites the two kingdoms, as Odin had planned, but only in the most disparate fashion to Odin’s designs, and it’s the most satisfying victory Loki ever tasted.

Peace Floats


she observes
the raging flood
as it continues to rise
surmounting gates
that insulate mind
almost giving way
a relentless current
overflowing
entrenched within
this sea of doubt
its waves crashing
mercilessly
the fringe
of her reality


she flounders
keeping above tide
grasping at peace
as it floats
tattered driftwood
chaotically scattered
amidst tears shed
its divine purpose
to empty subconscious
purge untruth
innately submerged
littered by others
yet harboured within
the innermost depths
of her own
existence


Brie - 04/04/17

Pale white witch bitch with black hair dyed green
Black lipstick seeps through the cracks in your mouth, green juice lingers on your tongue
Burn sage to black, claw your painted fingernails, clutch your crystals:
No amount of colour will exorcise the white from your feminism.
Do not cross into the realm where our fires burn and cauldrons bubble
We have no @smallspells of your new age
Our potions we uphold through millennia
Halud and badam, cinnamon and cardamom
Thick sweet moon milk drips from our yellow-stained lips.

Poem by Urvija Banerji

Illustration by Christina Chung