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Articles, EssaysAugust 19, 2013

I Don’t Care For Your Fairytales

For much of the first season, the battle between good and evil is represented by the sparring of two of these mothers: The Evil Queen Regina (charismatically portrayed by Lana Parrilla) who has adopted Henry and placed the town of Storybrooke under an amnesiac fog—the result of a longstanding conflict between Regina and her stepdaughter Snow (Ginnifer Goodwin)—and Emma, Henry’s biological mother, who is drawn to Storybrooke by her son and is destined to save the town. The current battle though, is not about Regina maintaining her hold on the townspeople and ensuring her spell does not break, but rather, one to keep her son. Her love for Henry is pure, and she is driven solely by the desire to protect him, and by the jealous, irrational fear that she will lose him to his biological mother. Meanwhile, though the motherhood Emma spent years denying was initially forced upon her by Henry, she accepted it first out of a sense of responsibility but slowly, out of love for her son. Despite being a feminist’s dream come true, Emma, like the mothers of yore, is the key to Henry’s survival in the end, when he lies, dying from a poisoned apple. It’s Emma’s motherly “True Love’s Kiss” however, which cures Henry, and brings magic back to the town, and along with it, everyone’s memories of the fairytale characters that they really are.

In Once Upon a Time, classic stories have been modified and linked to give the female characters more agency and, crucially, more depth. 
Then there is Emma’s biological mother and Regina’s stepdaughter, Snow White. Despite Regina’s amnesiac spell, she feels an instant connection to Emma, long before she recognizes her as her daughter. From the very beginning, she positions herself as Emma’s protector, her advisor, her friend and confidante Mary Margaret. She gives Emma a home to live in, and the intuition and guidance only a mother can give.

It’s interesting to note that, while the Brothers Grimm emphasized biological connections, this is not the case in Once Upon a Time. Regina for example, had a wicked and literally heartless mother, and Regina struggles for redemption to escape becoming what she’s despised. There’s a moral ambivalence to her pursuit of love and the “happily ever after” which spares neither biological connections, nor forged relationships. For Regina, the eternal struggle between good and evil is an internal battle, not an external one against the “Others”. And though Regina is the core “evil character”, she is not the only ambivalent one; even the “good” characters have moments of darkness. Emma has a past as a thief, and Snow murders to save her family. There’s no blacks and whites here; the complexities of relationships are explored in depth, rather than being confined to concrete definitions of good and evil.

Is this emphasis on biological family as driven by nationalism just as important to the story of Once Upon a Time? It would seem that the answer to that is established from the very first episode, when Emma immediately takes it upon herself to fight Regina for her biological son’s sake. But perhaps Regina’s fear of losing her child is justified. After all, she raised the son that Emma had previously abandoned, and thus has a greater legal right over Henry. Similarly, Snow gave up her daughter in order to secure Emma’s future as well as the rest of Storybrooke; Emma’s resentment is clear when she reminds her parents that they gave her up and left her to face the world on her own.It’s not a simple matter of embracing your lost parents and living “happily ever after;” blood does not, and cannot always ensure loyalty and love. Indeed, blood can also corrupt, as evidenced by Regina’s mother Cora, “the miller’s daughter” from ‘Rumpelstiltskin. In the show, she is a powerful, controlling witch, and kills Snow’s mother as revenge for old slights, and to ensure that Regina marries Snow’s father, the king, and thus can never be just “the miller’s daughter” like Cora was. She’s a bully using power to keep her innocent, “good” daughter captive under her tyrannical upbringing, and why? Because she wants to use her own daughter in her power-hungry games; obsessed with escaping her past as a poor miller’s daughter, Cora’s primary concern is remaining wealthy and powerful, and if Regina’s welfare is connected to Cora’s revenge on Snow’s mother, it is only coincidence, and not a mother’s love.

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April 24, 2021

It has taken us some time and patience to come to this decision. TMS would not have seen the success that it did without our readers and the tireless team that ran the magazine for the better part of eight years.

But… all good things must come to an end, especially when we look at the ever-expanding art and literary landscape in Pakistan, the country of the magazine’s birth.

We are amazed and proud of what the next generation of creators are working with, the themes they are featuring, and their inclusivity in the diversity of voices they are publishing. When TMS began, this was the world we envisioned…

Though the magazine has closed and our submissions shuttered, this website will remain open for the foreseeable future as an archive of the great work we published and the astounding collection of diverse voices we were privileged to feature.

If, however, someone is interested in picking up the baton, please email Maryam Piracha, the editor, at [email protected].

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