Hold my face in the curves of your hands and tell me
I am tired, I am tired, I am tired. Somebody, please hold my heart and tell me it will be fine, that it will end, that it will end — this life, and its agonies.
For whom are you performing in the theater of life
For whom are you performing in the theater of life? Everyone’s got their own script, theater — everyone’s playing their own theater.
Betrayed by family and friends — life poetry
The first betrayal always comes from family, and the second from friends. // sadia’s writing journal
The threshing processes of life separates humans from people
Just like wheat and chaff get separated upon violent shaking, some experiences of life also distinguish people from others. These are meant to separate the genuine from the false. Life is just a series of threshing processes designed for humans and people. The threshing processes of life separates humans from people. — Sadia Hakim — […]
A listening ear has a talking mouth as well — Sadia Hakim
Not everyone who listens deserves to hear your story. A listening ear has a talking mouth as well.
Don’t credit my pain for my resilience and strength
Don’t credit my wounds, wars, and scars for the strength I had to build to stand life.
— Sadia Hakim | Quote Bites
We all have our heartbreaks and griefs — Sadia Hakim
We all have our heartbreaks and griefs. What’s heavy for one person might mean nothing to another, and vice versa. What matters is that we respect each other’s experiences and grievances, and honor the time and space it takes to feel it all. It’s okay to be vulnerable. It’s not a weakness. It’s being human. […]
O my beloved human, will you be a human with me
O my beloved human, will you moon-gaze with me? Will you stargaze with my soul? Will you talk about Rigel, about Sirius, about Capella, about Europa, about Alpha Tauri? O my beloved human, will you experience otherworldly experiences with me? Will you search with me for the alien code theory in terms of spirits? Will […]
Can you love someone who hates himself
How can you love someone who hates himself so perfectly, so explicitly, so enraged-ly, so violently, so destructively, disturbingly, devouring-ly, mercilessly, venomously, painfully, demonically, diabolically, and humanly that even hate despises any interaction with their being? I am asking this on behalf of my heart. — Sadia Hakim // Letters Unsent 73