If only I were a boy — every girl’s thought at some point in life
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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.
Homecoming to your own heart — grief, rage, ruins
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 […]
You think He doesn’t know — the One who created?
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 […]
You get tired, and so do they — sadness poetry
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. […]
What if you are not meant to make it? — Sadia Hakim
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 don’t like people who can’t be alone
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 […]
When worship lacks mercy, it loses meaning
Knowledge, when not translated into mercy, becomes arrogance. Worship, when detached from empathy, becomes self-serving.
You can impress me just by being a human
The only way you can impress me is by being a human. I don’t care about your social status as much as I care about your emotional and human status. A person who can’t be emotionally intelligent can be neither spiritually nor intellectually intelligent. I don’t care about the house you live in, but I […]
Choosing yourself feels like losing everyone
Choosing yourself will feel like losing everyone and everything. That’s when it cuts the deepest — when you’re forced to decide between you and the world.
It can be between the curves of your hands
Destiny — qadar, they say. It can be between the curves of your hands, and still not yours. — Sadia Hakim