We want people to choose us over everything and everyone
We want people to choose us over everything and everyone. How funny and heartbreaking it is.
I feed them my rot until they can no longer swallow
When someone particular who checks certain boxes shows curiosity in my life and thoughts, I strangle their throats.
Multilingual Poetry by Sadia Hakim “O Friend”
میں تیرا ہوں اور تُو میرا قرض دار اے دوست تُو دل شکستہ، میں آدم سے بیزار اے دوست Transliteration: Main tera hoon aur tu mera qarazdaar ay dost Tu dil-shakista, main aadam se bezaar ay dost Translation: 1. On friendship & shared suffering I belong to you, and you are indebted to me, O […]
Protecting My Words: Why Paraphrasing is Still Theft
It has come to my attention recently that a specific stanza from my book has been circulating online in a distorted form. As an author, seeing your work resonate with others is a gift, but seeing it stripped of its origin and altered to bypass ownership is deeply disheartening. The Original vs. The Imitation In […]
What kind of partner do I need?
The one who can talk about politics one moment and the sunset the next. With whom difficult conversations don’t result in attacks and disappointments. With whom I can grow spiritually, intellectually, emotionally, financially, and humanly. With whom it is as easy to talk about the filth of this world as it is about memes, jokes, […]
Who are you in one word?
They ask me who I am; they ask me to define myself and confine myself to a single word. Dear diary, I want to tell them who I am in one word, but I am afraid they will laugh, mock, and fail to understand how profoundly words affect me. I want to tell them I […]
the invisible burden that men carry in silence
Can we just be honest for a minute? On International Men’s Day, let’s pause the cheering and talk about the unspoken: the massive, invisible burden many men carry just to fulfill a role they didn’t choose. We often praise men for their resilience, but we rarely discuss the high price they pay for it. Society […]
Our parents are the last generation to be innocent.
Our parents are the last generation to be innocent. No, they are the last generation that facilitated patriarchy and glorified abuse.
I love poems that calm the monsters inside you
I love poems that make the monsters inside me feel human, more human.
