The osteons in me are tired; my marrow cries
I carry this life on my shoulders; even my osteons are tired now. The osteons in me are tired; the marrow in me cries. cosmapoetica series
Nothing scarier than being the same — quote bites
There’s nothing scarier than standing at a place where you were years ago — mentally, emotionally, or spiritually. There’s nothing more frightening than being the same. — Sadia Hakim
Ever seen people in love — love does something to them
Have you seen men in love? Have you seen women in love? Have you seen people in love? Have you seen humans in love? Love does something to their EXISTENCE.
Love a man and you will see — love poems by sadia hakim
Love a man, and you will see the weight he carries—silent battles, unseen grief, and a heart that longs to be understood.
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 […]
The most non-human thing about humans is having a heart
The most non-human and disgusting thing about humans is having a heart that doesn’t feel, see, hear, or understand. And neither does it try.
People, people, people, an ocean of people
People, people, people, an ocean of people, but I can’t find even a drop of humanity. quote bites from sadia hakim’s poetry journal
A bad day is not a bad life — grievances have loopholes
You can have a bad moment, a bad day, a bad year, a couple of bad years, but you can’t have a bad life. A bad day is not a bad life — grievances have loopholes.
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?
We have trained ourselves to be unbothered — life poetry
We have trained ourselves to be unbothered, scrolling past suffering as if blood is just another piece of content.