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.
We all have our heartbreaks and griefs. What’s heavy for one person might mean nothing to another, and vice versa. What matters is that we respect each other’s experiences and grievances, and honor the time and space it takes to feel it all. It’s okay to be vulnerable. It’s not a weakness. It’s being human. […]
O my beloved human, will you moon-gaze with me? Will you stargaze with my soul? Will you talk about Rigel, about Sirius, about Capella, about Europa, about Alpha Tauri? O my beloved human, will you experience otherworldly experiences with me? Will you search with me for the alien code theory in terms of spirits? Will […]
How can you love someone who hates himself so perfectly, so explicitly, so enraged-ly, so violently, so destructively, disturbingly, devouring-ly, mercilessly, venomously, painfully, demonically, diabolically, and humanly that even hate despises any interaction with their being? I am asking this on behalf of my heart. — Sadia Hakim // Letters Unsent 73
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 […]
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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 […]