When you have shared your world, cut open with someone
When you have shared your world, cut open with someone, a desire is born—a desire to see their souls, to touch their hearts by sadia hakim
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.
I am a black butterfly — haunting and unforgettable
My veins constrict with the madness of Dostoyevsky’s forsaken. I am a black butterfly—I am an unforgettably haunting experience.
A civilization crumbling without a cry — life poetry
History has never recorded a silent collapse. Every fallen empire, every ruined kingdom, every lost civilization left behind echoes of its own destruction—cries of war, screams of rebellion, whispers of resistance. But this? This is different. We are watching our world crumble, and yet, there is no uproar. No defiance. No collective grief. Just quiet […]
To obsessively and unnecessarily laugh at life
What they name dissociation, depression, anxiety, and emotional numbing is my life. Am I just pathetic, or is this what it means to be human?
And if you ask for it a million more times, I just will
If something is good for you, I will give it to you a million billion times. And if you ask for it a million more times, I will give it to you. letters unsent
From beast to human: your presence tames the wild inside
The monster inside me feels human when I’m with you.
And with you, the monster inside me feels human. I want to feel human.
A poem of love and loss —honoring Palestine’s struggles
I would die for this land—for its moonrises and sunsets — honoring Palestine’s struggles, a poem of love and loss for Palestinians by sadia hakim
The leper society — a world rotting in silence
There was a time when a wound was meant to hurt, but we have become a leprous society that is rotting in silence. — Sadia Hakim
For people like me, love is spelled differently
Love is more than four letters — it’s about showing up when it matters, holding space without expectations, and offering
Am I insane for questioning the life they call perfect?
They call me insane for questioning the life they call perfect. Am I insane for questioning the life they call perfect?— s.h.Ali (Sadia Hakim)