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.
I discovered today that one of my favorite content creators recently had plastic surgery, and it shattered something inside me. She had given me so much confidence — just by owning herself publicly, focusing on her content and creativity rather than her body and beauty. It reminded me of a few things: — Sadia Hakim […]
Woe be to the soul that betrays its own heart, that forgets the pulse of justice in its chest, that sells its voice for power and its peace for comfort. And woe be to my pen if it can’t write about humanity, if it can’t capture the screams, the silence, the broken hearts. And woe […]
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