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.
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 […]
Letters Unsent ____ If only I were a girl 177
How many doors do you need to lead toward your own heart? How many walks, stumbles, and breakpoints do you need to reach there? The heart is just there on the left of your chest, behind this fragile ribcage, yet it takes decades to reach it. How ironic is that? You spend years searching for […]
ألا يعلم من خلق وهو اللطيف الخبير “Shall He not know—He Who created? And He is the One Who knows even the most hidden matters, fully aware of all things.” You think He doesn’t know? The One who created every inch of you — the noise in your head, the silence you carry, the weight […]
But honey, how many wounds can you show to this world? How many wars? How many battlegrounds? You get tired of bleeding in front of people. Tired of sharing your scars, tired of bandaging your wounds alone. You get tired of asking for help. Even your pain gets tired. And people… they always get tired. […]
You worry about the wrong partner, but maybe marriage isn’t even in your destiny… maybe your soul will be called back before that time.
I think I do not like people who do not have solitude or loneliness as a choice or an option, but have it as the last option or a compulsion. Never ever dare fall for someone who cannot be alone, who cannot sit alone, who cannot walk alone, who cannot eat alone, who cannot go […]
Knowledge, when not translated into mercy, becomes arrogance. Worship, when detached from empathy, becomes self-serving.