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 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)
Am I insane for questioning the life they call perfect? Read More »
I never understood why people wait for special days to use the things they love. Delicate things aren’t just for shelves, special occasions, or guests.
Delicate things aren’t meant for shelves Read More »
There was a time when pain demanded a reaction—when injustice burned in the chest, when sorrow welled up in the eyes, when rage found its voice.
Pain of a dead society — a generation that feels nothing Read More »
Dear Diary,
I have destroyed myself. I have destroyed myself. My heart, my soul, my dreams, and that little kid inside who had the recklessness
Dear diary, I have destroyed myself Read More »
