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.
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.
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
In my dreams, I come home to you
In my dreams, I come home to you.Not because I choose to — it just happens.Like my mind’s holding onto somethingit can’t find in real life. You.This idea of you.This feeling that maybe, for once,I belong somewhere —not in places, not with people, just with you. But then I wake up.And it’s gone.Just air, just […]
Everything I dream about, I dream about with you
I’ll be dreaming about the most random things — and boom, it’s you. Everything I dream about, I dream about with you.
The ease of loving: a memoir of love and poetry
Back then, love didn’t need labels. It was just moments — built quietly with kindness, care, and memory. And somehow, those little things stayed with us longer than anything else.
A confused society is a compliant society
Confused states of mind and misinformation are this society’s biggest weapons against you, and questioning this information stings society.
They have reduced my soul to clichés
Every person wearing the cloak of sanity has reduced my soul to clichés. That’s how I know they aren’t what I cherish humans for.
Calmness is an underrated blessing — morning rain nostalgia
Morning rain — it reminds me of my childhood. Calmness. Such an underrated blessing.
I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry
How many times must I apologize for simply existing? Somewhere along the way, I learned that my presence was something to be excused. That my voice was something to be softened. That my feelings were something to be hidden beneath layers of “I’m sorry”—as if breathing too loudly was a crime, as if needing space […]
People were never my need — platonic love
People were never my need. Perspectives were. Hearts were. Souls were. People beyond people were. I always enjoyed people I could unapologetically be my true self with. I always had a desire for someone to be safe being human with. I always had the search going on for personalities that were not only intellectually but […]