I am a neurodivergent and introverted poet from Alpha Centauri currently touring your Solar System. Yes, I am an alien. Be my reader at your human risk.
Science-infused poetry of Sadia Hakim
I am a human, and a poet, and a pracititioner. Let me tell you that you can die from a broken heart. There is this thing called takotsubo cardiomyopathy. It’s emotional or physical stress-induced cardiomyopathy. Emotional trauma / death / loss of someone or something / domestic abuse / financial loss / confrontation whether physical […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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
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.
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.
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;
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
Love a man, and you will see the weight he carries—silent battles, unseen grief, and a heart that longs to be understood.