A world big enough to fit fifty moons — cosmapoetica
A world big enough to fit fifty moons can’t even fit a single soul with dreams. cosmapoetica, sadia hakim’s science and space infused poetry
What the bones remember is haunting — sciopoetica
Memory is not kind. It does not soften the edges of the past, nor does it fade into silence.Bones don’t forget, and what they remember is haunting.
Excerpts from what the bones remember is haunting
Not all graves are in the ground. Quotes and excerpts from what the bones remember is haunting. Cosmapoetica (Sciopoetica Ve Astropoetica) series
The most human thing about stars is that they burn
We thought the stars would outlive us, but they, too, will burn out. Maybe that is the most human thing about them. Sadia Hakim
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.