Sometimes you just have to go to the ocean and throw your grief in it
Sometimes you just have to go to the ocean, throw your grief in ir. Sometimes, grief needs to be drowned in its own depth, darkness, and solitude.
I am a neurodivergent and introverted poet from Alpha Centauri currently touring your Solar System. Yes, I am an alien. Be my reader at your human risk.
Sometimes you just have to go to the ocean, throw your grief in ir. Sometimes, grief needs to be drowned in its own depth, darkness, and solitude.
I believe some words are for everyone, not just for those who can buy them. That’s why I’ve created three special programs so my book can reach readers anywhere in the world, no matter their budget (for free). 1. library, book cafe & readers’ club program We want the book to live in […]
Help this story reach more hearts. Earn as you do it. In a world full of noise, sometimes all it takes is one honest voice, one heartfelt book, one person who believes to make a difference. I poured my entire soul into this book. Every word carries years of grief, healing, longing, and love. But […]
The biggest tragedy that can happen to anyone is being born. The biggest tragedy that can happen to a woman is being born alive.
A caterpillar must find its way out of chrysalis to be a butterfly. sadia hakim
It’s a miserably painful curse, to be born with a heart this sensitive. It’s a terribly pitiful suffering, to be born in a society this desensitized. Isn’t it ironic that a world lacking the basic empathy and decency of being human labels those who have it as “hypersensitive”? — Sadia Hakim
There’s a quiet corner I’ve been building for those who’ve ever felt too much, too different, too soft for the world. Not everyone will understand. But some of you will. And I want to write to you. This is not a weekly newsletter. It’s a slow letter, sent once or twice a month — from […]
Art was always political because art challenges these very things that fool people and destroy civilizations. It must. ~ Sadia Hakim _______ In the time of moral crisis, oppression and inhumanity, literature that doesn’t challenge societal norms should be incinerated or else it will reduce your morals to ashes. And art that doesn’t cater to […]
I am a human, and a poet, and a pracititioner. Let me tell you that you can die from a broken heart. There is this thing called takotsubo cardiomyopathy. It’s emotional or physical stress-induced cardiomyopathy. Emotional trauma / death / loss of someone or something / domestic abuse / financial loss / confrontation whether physical […]
I am not an easy person. Not in the ways that most people hope for. I overthink every word I say and every silence that follows. I replay conversations that happened five years ago, wondering if I came across as too much or not enough.