What if you are not meant to make it? — Sadia Hakim
You worry about the wrong partner, but maybe marriage isn’t even in your destiny… maybe your soul will be called back before that time.
I don’t like people who can’t be alone
I think I do not like people who do not have solitude or loneliness as a choice or an option, but have it as the last option or a compulsion. Never ever dare fall for someone who cannot be alone, who cannot sit alone, who cannot walk alone, who cannot eat alone, who cannot go […]
When worship lacks mercy, it loses meaning
Knowledge, when not translated into mercy, becomes arrogance. Worship, when detached from empathy, becomes self-serving.
The sacredness of being unseen and going unnoticed
They cannot hunt what they cannot see — that’s the sacredness of going unnoticed. There is a violence in being seen — not always with fists, but with eyes that demand, with hands that take, with mouths that dissect you like you’re prey. The world does not witness, it consumes. It feeds on softness, chews […]
You can impress me just by being a human
The only way you can impress me is by being a human. I don’t care about your social status as much as I care about your emotional and human status. A person who can’t be emotionally intelligent can be neither spiritually nor intellectually intelligent. I don’t care about the house you live in, but I […]
Choosing yourself feels like losing everyone
Choosing yourself will feel like losing everyone and everything. That’s when it cuts the deepest — when you’re forced to decide between you and the world.
There is no hunger in my soul, no void in my lineage, no ancestral calling that says
I would rather walk alone than rub shoulders with people of no core at all — for solitude is far more fulfilling than the presence of the hollow.
It can be between the curves of your hands
Destiny — qadar, they say. It can be between the curves of your hands, and still not yours. — Sadia Hakim
Mind in medicine, heart in art, soul in pen — that’s who I am
I am a girl with a mind in STEM, a heart in art, and a soul in pen — where science fuels my thoughts, art shapes my vision, and poetry sets my spirit free
In my dreams, I come home to you
In my dreams, I come home to you.Not because I choose to — it just happens.Like my mind’s holding onto somethingit can’t find in real life. You.This idea of you.This feeling that maybe, for once,I belong somewhere —not in places, not with people, just with you. But then I wake up.And it’s gone.Just air, just […]