Sometimes you just have to go to the ocean and throw your grief in it
Sometimes you just have to go to the ocean, throw your grief in ir. Sometimes, grief needs to be drowned in its own depth, darkness, and solitude.
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.
A caterpillar must find its way out of chrysalis to be a butterfly.
A caterpillar must find its way out of chrysalis to be a butterfly. sadia hakim
Being born sensitive in a desensitized world – sadia hakim
It’s a miserably painful curse, to be born with a heart this sensitive. It’s a terribly pitiful suffering, to be born in a society this desensitized. Isn’t it ironic that a world lacking the basic empathy and decency of being human labels those who have it as “hypersensitive”? — Sadia Hakim
Art is political and poetry is biased – Quotes on political poetry by Sadia Hakim
Art was always political because art challenges these very things that fool people and destroy civilizations. It must. ~ Sadia Hakim _______ In the time of moral crisis, oppression and inhumanity, literature that doesn’t challenge societal norms should be incinerated or else it will reduce your morals to ashes. And art that doesn’t cater to […]
I am not easy to be with but I am someone to be human with
I am not an easy person. Not in the ways that most people hope for. I overthink every word I say and every silence that follows. I replay conversations that happened five years ago, wondering if I came across as too much or not enough.
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? […]
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, […]
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 […]
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
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