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
The older I get, the more I realize…
The older I get, the more I realize the importance of a rainy day, a freshly brewed cup of tea or coffee, and a good book to read.
Dear diary, I have destroyed myself
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
Something is horribly wrong with people.
Something is disgustingly, horribly, inhumanely, and metastatically wrong with people.
Misquoted & misattributed: most stolen words of Sadia Hakim
In this post, I will share some of the most frequently misattributed or stolen words from my works on social media. Copyright protects the unique expression
Sadia Hakim’s digital diary — the story behind
This blog is now my official digital diary, and all the content here is copyright-protected. I welcome anyone who is interested in a world made of empathy,
