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Issue 4, 2019

Issue 04 ~ Peace

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  • The Party Line ~ Issue 04

  • Mental Health Wānanga Celebrates Work, Looks to the Future

  • Sustainability on Salamanca: VUW working on environmental impact

  • Basin Reserve Vigil: Wellington Stands with Mosque Attack Victims

  • Mosque Terror Attacks: The Government Responds

  • Law School Apparently Not Good at Following Rules

  • Wellington Central Library closed indefinitely

  • School Climate Strike Draws Thousands

  • VUW to Begin Kelburn Liquor Ban Consultation

  • Features

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    When my mother gave me my name, it was a name she couldn’t pronounce. The harsh accents of the Arabic language eluded the Pākehā tongue. Growing up, I always felt more comfortable introducing myself as she knew me—Mah-dee or Ma-ha-dee—just about anything that made me feel like I belonged to this country more than my […]

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  • In NZ.

    When my mother gave me my name, it was a name she couldn’t pronounce. The harsh accents of the Arabic language eluded the Pākehā tongue. Growing up, I always felt more comfortable introducing myself as she knew me—Mah-dee or Ma-ha-dee—just about anything that made me feel like I belonged to this country more than my […]

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