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.
Don’t let social media or characterless people make you believe that you’re getting too old to be someone’s first love. There are many people who haven’t experienced their first love yet, many souls like you who long for one person to spend their life with, instead of switching people like clothes and shoes. There are […]
Resentment— I had never known this feeling until I saw my parents hate me yet love other kids devotedly. More times than I can count, I have sat on the stairs, watching them laugh and tolerate those kids—their most vulgar language, their unbearable moves—and thought: If only they had poured this love and patience into […]
I am tired, I am tired, I am tired. Somebody, please hold my heart and tell me it will be fine, that it will end, that it will end — this life, and its agonies.
For whom are you performing in the theater of life? Everyone’s got their own script, theater — everyone’s playing their own theater.
The first betrayal always comes from family, and the second from friends. // sadia’s writing journal
Just like wheat and chaff get separated upon violent shaking, some experiences of life also distinguish people from others. These are meant to separate the genuine from the false. Life is just a series of threshing processes designed for humans and people. The threshing processes of life separates humans from people. — Sadia Hakim — […]
We all have our heartbreaks and griefs. What’s heavy for one person might mean nothing to another, and vice versa. What matters is that we respect each other’s experiences and grievances, and honor the time and space it takes to feel it all. It’s okay to be vulnerable. It’s not a weakness. It’s being human. […]
How can you love someone who hates himself so perfectly, so explicitly, so enraged-ly, so violently, so destructively, disturbingly, devouring-ly, mercilessly, venomously, painfully, demonically, diabolically, and humanly that even hate despises any interaction with their being? I am asking this on behalf of my heart. — Sadia Hakim // Letters Unsent 73
Ramadan comes and goes, but some people remain untouched, unmoved, unchanged. They fast from food but not from cruelty, recite verses but never pause to understand them. They rush through thirty chapters as if tallying marks on a scorecard, as if faith is something to be completed, not lived. They worry about missing a prayer […]