Science-infused poetry of Sadia Hakim
In life, there are no heroes and no villains. I dislike dramas and movies because, in stories, there is just one fixed villain or more than one villain, and there is one fixed hero or more than one hero, and they remain just villains and heroes for the rest of their lives until the writer […]
The illusion of heroes and villains: grey morality in human nature Read More »
They cannot hunt what they cannot see — that’s the sacredness of going unnoticed. There is a violence in being seen — not always with fists, but with eyes that demand, with hands that take, with mouths that dissect you like you’re prey. The world does not witness, it consumes. It feeds on softness, chews
The sacredness of being unseen and going unnoticed Read More »
I am claustrophobic. Do you understand that? This heart is caged in this body, and this soul is buried in its darkness. Can you understand my pain? Can you hear my screams? Can you feel my suffocation? Can you know my madness? I am horribly confined. I am disgustingly limited. I am claustrophobic. Do you
Claustrophobia — suffocating inside my body Read More »
I won’t forget when my depression and loneliness were labeled as laziness and an inability to walk with people.I just can’t. I was a kid. — Sadia Hakim
Let me be angry, it’s my birthright — I was 6 Read More »
If there is nothing within you—no fire, no love, no fight, no desires, no dreams—only emptiness—then the world will fold you into itself, make you smaller.
The implosion of a hollow heart — homeostasis Read More »
I wasn’t a terrifying monster—until life pressed me into its darkness and made me one. Perhaps that’s how the universe shapes its creations—under pressure.
The anglerfish that chose light over darkness — sciopoetica Read More »
People justify their wrongdoings, much like an infected limb ignored until it becomes useless. Leprosy deadens the nerves, making a person unable to feel wounds;
We are a leprous society—decaying, yet too numb to notice Read More »
I carry this life on my shoulders; even my osteons are tired now. The osteons in me are tired; the marrow in me cries. cosmapoetica series
The osteons in me are tired; my marrow cries Read More »
Love a man, and you will see the weight he carries—silent battles, unseen grief, and a heart that longs to be understood.
Love a man and you will see — love poems by sadia hakim Read More »
Memory is not kind. It does not soften the edges of the past, nor does it fade into silence.Bones don’t forget, and what they remember is haunting.
What the bones remember is haunting — sciopoetica Read More »
