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.
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.
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 […]
I think that’s the problem that I live to the extremes
I think that’s the problem. Either I love too much or not at all. Either I enjoy your company or feel disgusted by every moment. I live to the extremes. I think that’s the problem. Either I dream too much or not at all. Either I crave the silence or drown in the noise. Either […]
If I am visible, why don’t they see me?
If I am visible, why do they treat me like a ghost? And if I am invisible, then why does this mirror reflect the light scattered by my silhouette? Even a mirror acknowledges my presence but people won’t. — Sadia Hakim // Letters Unsent Read, I am a black butterfly poem, here.
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
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 […]