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.
Ramadan comes and goes, but some people remain untouched, unmoved, unchanged. They fast from food but not from cruelty, recite verses but never pause to understand them. They rush through thirty chapters as if tallying marks on a scorecard, as if faith is something to be completed, not lived. They worry about missing a prayer […]
In life, there are no heroes and no villains. I dislike dramas and movies because, in stories, there is just one fixed villain or more than one villain, and there is one fixed hero or more than one hero, and they remain just villains and heroes for the rest of their lives until the writer […]
I think you can be a failed star and still protect the whole solar system, still help life thrive, still maintain that balance that ultimately affects the presence of every single thing in existence. I wonder how this applies to humans who think of themselves as failures—why they do not understand that it’s okay if […]
Letters Unsent ____ If only I were a girl 177
Sukogita (sū-koh-ji-ta) I love this word—Sukogita, coined by Sadia Hakim, literally meaning “being stressed out and chill at the same time”—like when you have exams yet still scroll memes on Instagram. It’s a blend of “Sukoon” (سکون) from Urdu, meaning peace or tranquility, and “Agita” from Italian, meaning restlessness or anxiety. It encapsulates the paradox […]
Les regrets sont les cicatrices du cœur (lay ruh-gray sohn lay see-ka-trees dy kuhr) Neologized and first used by Sadia Hakim, this statement means “Regrets are the scars of the heart.” The word cicatrices comes from the Latin cicatrix, meaning “scar,” and is widely used in both medical and botanical contexts to describe the marks […]
How many doors do you need to lead toward your own heart? How many walks, stumbles, and breakpoints do you need to reach there? The heart is just there on the left of your chest, behind this fragile ribcage, yet it takes decades to reach it. How ironic is that? You spend years searching for […]
ألا يعلم من خلق وهو اللطيف الخبير “Shall He not know—He Who created? And He is the One Who knows even the most hidden matters, fully aware of all things.” You think He doesn’t know? The One who created every inch of you — the noise in your head, the silence you carry, the weight […]
But honey, how many wounds can you show to this world? How many wars? How many battlegrounds? You get tired of bleeding in front of people. Tired of sharing your scars, tired of bandaging your wounds alone. You get tired of asking for help. Even your pain gets tired. And people… they always get tired. […]