A caterpillar must find its way out of chrysalis to be a butterfly.
A caterpillar must find its way out of chrysalis to be a butterfly. sadia hakim
Being born sensitive in a desensitized world – sadia hakim
It’s a miserably painful curse, to be born with a heart this sensitive. It’s a terribly pitiful suffering, to be born in a society this desensitized. Isn’t it ironic that a world lacking the basic empathy and decency of being human labels those who have it as “hypersensitive”? — Sadia Hakim
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Art is political and poetry is biased – Quotes on political poetry by Sadia Hakim
Art was always political because art challenges these very things that fool people and destroy civilizations. It must. ~ Sadia Hakim _______ In the time of moral crisis, oppression and inhumanity, literature that doesn’t challenge societal norms should be incinerated or else it will reduce your morals to ashes. And art that doesn’t cater to […]
Broken hearts and shattered souls can end lives, scientifically speaking…
I am a human, and a poet, and a pracititioner. Let me tell you that you can die from a broken heart. There is this thing called takotsubo cardiomyopathy. It’s emotional or physical stress-induced cardiomyopathy. Emotional trauma / death / loss of someone or something / domestic abuse / financial loss / confrontation whether physical […]
I am not easy to be with but I am someone to be human with
I am not an easy person. Not in the ways that most people hope for. I overthink every word I say and every silence that follows. I replay conversations that happened five years ago, wondering if I came across as too much or not enough.
I am afraid I will die but my body will not. Sadia Hakim
Will I stop stargazing and moon gazing? Or will I become more addicted to them? I asked myself while thinking about being tied to the wrong person, trapped in the wrong version of life. Will I still be able to cherish the first flower in my planter? Will I still be able to cherish rain? […]
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Hey lovely readers, I’m officially opening up applications for my ARC Team (Advanced Reader Copy Team). This is your chance to get early access to my upcoming nontraditional, poetic nonfiction book before it’s released to the public. If you’re passionate about raw, real writing, the kind that peels back the layers of life, love, grief, […]
I have my madness like any other human
Every sane person bleeds somewhere you can’t see. Some drown in routine, some in silence, some in love that never loved them back. Every sane person has their own madness, every healed person has their own wars, every wounded person has their own scars. As for me, please remember that I am a sane woman, […]
If tomorrow the sun rises without me — the irony of being a being
If tomorrow the sun rises without me in its world, let me tell you today: the wind will still roam. The birds will still sing. Nothing changes in this world, but let me tell you, something will. If tomorrow the sun rises without me, you won’t see the shift with your eyes. Clocks will tick […]