I am not easy to be with but I am someone to be human with
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Letters Unsent
Letters Unsent is a collection of reflections and musings—thoughts I often write as letters to myself or to an imagined world. These words remain unsent, holding emotions and ideas meant for deeper reflection, waiting to be shared with those who pause to listen.
I am afraid I will die but my body will not. Sadia Hakim
Will I stop stargazing and moon gazing? Or will I become more addicted to them? I asked myself while thinking about being tied to the wrong person, trapped in the wrong version of life. Will I still be able to cherish the first flower in my planter? Will I still be able to cherish rain?
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I have my madness like any other human
Every sane person bleeds somewhere you can’t see. Some drown in routine, some in silence, some in love that never loved them back. Every sane person has their own madness, every healed person has their own wars, every wounded person has their own scars. As for me, please remember that I am a sane woman,
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If tomorrow the sun rises without me — the irony of being a being
If tomorrow the sun rises without me in its world, let me tell you today: the wind will still roam. The birds will still sing. Nothing changes in this world, but let me tell you, something will. If tomorrow the sun rises without me, you won’t see the shift with your eyes. Clocks will tick
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I hate war, but what I hate the most is performative patriotism — Sadia Hakim
I hate war. But what I hate even more are those who glorify war from the safety of their homes, having never seen its cost firsthand, having never felt its pain down to their bones, having never lived its wounds through their generations. — Sadia Hakim
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There is something so sacred about being alone
There is something so miraculously hopeful about grey skies. There is something so otherworldly romantic about dark clouds.There is something sacred about solitude, about being alone. — Sadia Hakim 1
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Being hopeful takes a lot of courage
Sometimes, being hopeful, just hopeful, takes centuries of courage, because to be hopeful you have to shut your brain and silence the mouths inside that are constantly screaming, murmuring, voicing negativity. — Sadia Hakim
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I fight to be a human in a dehumanized world
I am so undeniably lonely, so unspeakably unlovable. I am a woman of strict boundaries in a world that thinks it owns my body, soul, thoughts, values, future, life, and destiny. I am so unbearably rebellious, so undesirably human. I am a woman shaped by defiance, by solitude, by understanding, by empathy, and this combination
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Stop blaming religions for the sins of individuals
A Hindu does something wrong — you drag Hinduism. A Muslim fails — you stain Islam.A Christian messes up — you mock the cross. A Jew makes a mistake — you curse Judaism. A Sikh stands accused — you question the entire faith. Even atheists aren’t spared from your filthy generalizations. Why? Why do you
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You are my sunshine breaking through clouds
You are my sunshine breaking through clouds. You are my sunrise rising through mountains. You are my dawn chasing away shadows. You are my rain softening the drought. You are my compass pointing me home. You are my garden blooming through ruins. You are my river cutting through stone. You are my armor shielding my
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