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
Love isn’t a constant battle — it shouldn’t be
But, love my dear, is not meant to be a constant battle. If it drains you more than it nourishes you, then perhaps it’s time to question…
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)
Delicate things aren’t meant for shelves
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.
Pain of a dead society — a generation that feels nothing
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.
The ache of ignorance or the pain of knowing
I was happier when I didn’t know the difference between right and wrong. I am disgusted and sad, yet I prefer this pain over the pain of ignorance.
To the point where death feels like an escape
Never push someone with your hostility, hatred, and actions to the point where death feels like an escape. Do not let… Sadia Hakim
There is something terribly wrong with my heart
There’s something terribly wrong with my heart. It runs toward the abuser
هناك خطأ فظيع في قلبي. إنه يركض نحو المعتدي ليشرح له مدى شعوره بالألم.
I wish I could be freed from myself. I long to escape this prison of my body. Sadia Hakim from Mehrsprachig
أتمنى أن أحرر نفسي
