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Kashmiris rise up in the fight against the floods

In the face of state inertia, Kashmiris have taken matters into their own hands. Uzma Falak reports.…

  • Fri Jul 8 08:20:00 2016
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Living in the eye of the storm

The devastation caused by Typhoon Haiyan in the Philippines brings back memories of a similar tragedy two years ago, writes Iris Gonzales.…

  • Fri Jul 8 08:20:00 2016
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Time to wok the dog?

Or: how to help Rover reduce his pawprint.…

  • Fri Jul 8 08:20:00 2016
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Waters rising, spirits falling

The arrival of the rainy season brings chaos to the streets of Manila – and it’s not all the fault of the weather, says Iris Gonzales.…

  • Fri Jul 8 08:20:00 2016
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Assault and batteries

A new Argentinean campaign insists it's time to take rubbish disposal seriously.…

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The boy from Mutanabe Street

A photograph of a young Iraqi symbolizes so much in an Iraq which remains in turmoil.…

  • Fri Jul 8 08:20:00 2016
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Rax Interview with Media Lens

We try to bear in mind that the corporate media is the source of some of the greatest, most lethal illusions of our age. We feel that challenging those illusions is of real value in efforts to combat human and animal suffering..…

  • Fri Jul 8 08:20:00 2016
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One Uganda, one people?

Opposition leader Besigye swoops into town as President Museveni is inaugurated.…

  • Fri Jul 8 08:20:00 2016
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Culture from chaos

Where next for Iraqi art?.…

  • Fri Jul 8 08:20:00 2016
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Life is a Picnic

The scene was just as I remembered from many decades ago, when my grade5 teacher asked us to name one of the seven wonders of the world, and Istuck up my hand and blurted out the Scarboro bluffs. My wife Loriand good friend Harriet joined me for a trip down memory lane on CanadaDay when we went for a picnic in my old haunts. The secret trailthrough the woods was still there, as was the fragrance of clover andwild grape as we tramped over the meadow, until we came to a pointwhere the deep blue…

  • Fri Jul 8 08:20:00 2016
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