Hell is our skin and we eat fire. Sadia Hakim
Hell is our skin and we eat fire.We are the curse. We are the rot. We are the saints of the pit. Sadia Hakim Poetry
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.
For you, I will learn a hundred thousand languages.
For you, I will learn a hundred thousand languages. Sadia Hakim Poetry
I feed them my rot until they can no longer swallow
When someone particular who checks certain boxes shows curiosity in my life and thoughts, I strangle their throats.
What kind of partner do I need?
The one who can talk about politics one moment and the sunset the next. With whom difficult conversations don’t result in attacks and disappointments. With whom I can grow spiritually, intellectually, emotionally, financially, and humanly. With whom it is as easy to talk about the filth of this world as it is about memes, jokes, […]
Who are you in one word?
They ask me who I am; they ask me to define myself and confine myself to a single word. Dear diary, I want to tell them who I am in one word, but I am afraid they will laugh, mock, and fail to understand how profoundly words affect me. I want to tell them I […]
the invisible burden that men carry in silence
Can we just be honest for a minute? On International Men’s Day, let’s pause the cheering and talk about the unspoken: the massive, invisible burden many men carry just to fulfill a role they didn’t choose. We often praise men for their resilience, but we rarely discuss the high price they pay for it. Society […]
I hate being touched by humans
I hate being touched by humans unnecessarily, yet sometimes I crave it. I don’t know how it feels to have been touched respectfully, desirably, admirably, humanly, spiritually, emotionally, physically. They say there is this first-time touch for everyone that gets infused inside your very atoms. I am waiting for mine. — Sadia Hakim 1
To be human, I need silence and solitude
I need an extraordinary amount of solitude to function as a human. I turn exceptionally demonic and irate when people rob me of the opportunity to be alone and silent. Give me silence. Give me solitude. And the monster inside me will stay human. — Sadia Hakim
My heart is rent asunder – healing poetry
All my life I have been a rower of two boats. I have been here physically and somewhere else mentally. My existence is split, my soul is cut, my heart is rent asunder. Sadia Hakim