By Ishan Karanjit: “Mom, Dad I got my Visa!!” This was the first slice of happiness that I shared with my parents on my journey to Australia. It definitely wasn’t easy to leave my family, friends, relatives and those beloved memories that I had in my 21 years of...
HOLI – The Festival of Colours
By Ishan Karanjit: It’s that one religious day of the year where you can play with unlimited colours. It’s that auspicious day when you can splash yourself as much as you want in colourful waterpools. It’s that huge day when we celebrate the beautiful occasion of Holi...
The Earthquake that Broke Us Apart
By Ishan Karanjit: Yup, all ready to go to work. It was 25th April, 2015, around 4pm in Sydney. I was enjoying a cup of tea and having a quick go at my Facebook. After scrolling through a few posts, I was in utmost shock to see my hometown Basantapur drop down to...
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The WEST Journal Brings a Voice to the Outer Suburbs
In a bid to rewrite the disconnect between capital cities and outer suburbs, The WEST Journal strives to provide a space for the Western Sydney community in the media. Founded in 2009, The WEST Journal is an independent Australian media platform built around...
My Experience at Edcon 2026 – And Why People Should Attend
My name is Kirk Gomes. I’m one of the interim disability officers at Western Sydney University (‘WSU’). I was recently invited to attend the National Union of Students (‘NUS’) Education Conference. This was a four-day conference hosted by the NUS, and it was held at...
Homegrown Mystery: Tamara Moss
Tamara Moss majored in Asian Studies at the University of Western Australia before going on to work as a primary school teacher. In 2017, she published her debut book in the Lintang series. The series was shortlisted for the Readings Children’s Book Prize in 2018,...
The Heart Behind the Hands
Before the sun begins to rise, a nurse is already by someone’s side. Not just asking what hurts today; But wondering what words cannot say. They carry no spotlight, applause, nor fame; Just quiet commitment to every name. With tired eyes and steady hands, ...
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They talked about coffee for five minutes. “Espresso” and “mocha” rolled off their lips – dry and pale the way the winter grounds are – in harmony, disappearing into the wind – the relentlessly cold wind. After a while, the discussion shifted into something sweeter,...



