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.
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.
“If a terrified bird comes to rest on your hands or shoulders, it is your obligation to become a tree. Do not breathe aloud, lest you scare it away. Do not deny it your comfort, even if you are a barren tree.”
Bending me down is this unbearable weight of life. I am so very pathetically done with people. This life is very much poetically hellish.
I think about you when I am alone. I think about you when I am surrounded by people. I think about you despite everything and anything.
People think I am an ocean, but I am literally a puddle. Just a puddle. Sadia Hakim
(A south asian English author and poet in confessional genre)
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
Show genuine people your filth so they stay. Show fake ones your whimsy so they run. Sadia Hakim
For you, I will learn a hundred thousand languages. Sadia Hakim Poetry
We want people to choose us over everything and everyone. How funny and heartbreaking it is.
When someone particular who checks certain boxes shows curiosity in my life and thoughts, I strangle their throats.
