Introduction
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words…
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words…
The cedar trees on Mount Lebanon do not speak anymore. They haven’t for a long time. They used to be…
If there’s one thing I’ve learned as Editor-in-Chief of Volume 51 at The Medium, it’s how much teamwork matters in…
A few months ago, my aunt was deciding between which preschool she should send her three-year-old son to. She called…
Hello, UTM! We would like to welcome you to our next chapter here at The Medium. As we begin our…
We combined wood, cloth, gears,And we took to the sky.We encased ourselves in metal and heat,And we hurtled to the…
Helpless. That is how I feel watching the hollowing cheeks of a child. The desperation of a father as he…
News To our remarkable team of writers and editors: thank you for your unwavering dedication, creativity, and bravery. From uncovering…
“My sister, our land has a throbbing heart,it doesn’t cease to beat, and it enduresthe unendurable. It keeps the secretsof…
My name is Aya Yafaoui. In Arabic, my last name translates to “Aya of Yafa.” You might not know where…
I write this article on January 3, 2024. It is three days into a new year, but it is 89…
It’s officially spring, UTM! With the budding flowers, the chirping birds, and the warmer weather, there descends a fearsome, dangerous…
I stand in front of my bedroom mirror some mornings and perform a complex series of assessments and considerations about…
Ah, the Canadian winter! Full of hazardous ice, chilling winds, and most of all, tonnes of snow. All around campus…
The doors of UTM are now open, inviting the husks of students back into their once barren halls. The campus…