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.
I am so undeniably lonely, so unspeakably unlovable. I am a woman of strict boundaries in a world that thinks it owns my body, soul, thoughts, values, future, life, and destiny. I am so unbearably rebellious, so undesirably human. I am a woman shaped by defiance, by solitude, by understanding, by empathy, and this combination […]
A Hindu does something wrong — you drag Hinduism. A Muslim fails — you stain Islam.A Christian messes up — you mock the cross. A Jew makes a mistake — you curse Judaism. A Sikh stands accused — you question the entire faith. Even atheists aren’t spared from your filthy generalizations. Why? Why do you […]
You are my sunshine breaking through clouds. You are my sunrise rising through mountains. You are my dawn chasing away shadows. You are my rain softening the drought. You are my compass pointing me home. You are my garden blooming through ruins. You are my river cutting through stone. You are my armor shielding my […]
We die a million times to live once, while the goal should be to live a million times to die once. Reality steals the first; dreams gift us the second. — Sadia Hakim Poet’s Note A poetic reflection on how we die a thousand emotional deaths just to feel alive once — when it should […]
I discovered today that one of my favorite content creators recently had plastic surgery, and it shattered something inside me. She had given me so much confidence — just by owning herself publicly, focusing on her content and creativity rather than her body and beauty. It reminded me of a few things: — Sadia Hakim […]
Woe be to the soul that betrays its own heart, that forgets the pulse of justice in its chest, that sells its voice for power and its peace for comfort. And woe be to my pen if it can’t write about humanity, if it can’t capture the screams, the silence, the broken hearts. And woe […]
Don’t let social media or characterless people make you believe that you’re getting too old to be someone’s first love. There are many people who haven’t experienced their first love yet, many souls like you who long for one person to spend their life with, instead of switching people like clothes and shoes. There are […]
Resentment— I had never known this feeling until I saw my parents hate me yet love other kids devotedly. More times than I can count, I have sat on the stairs, watching them laugh and tolerate those kids—their most vulgar language, their unbearable moves—and thought: If only they had poured this love and patience into […]
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.