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Hold my face in the curves of your hands and tell me

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Somebody, please hold my face in the curves of your hands and tell me it will be fine.

Somebody, please look me in the eyes and say it will end soon — life and its agonies.

— Sadia Hakim

Somebody, please hold my heart and tell me it will be fine, that it will end soon — this life and its endless miseries, the weight of its burdens, the scars of its struggles, the constant trials that stretch my soul thin. Tell me the aching will fade, the sleepless nights that twist inside my chest like knives will end.

Tell me there’s a way out, that I won’t keep sinking deeper into this black hole of despair, that the pain of unhealed wounds will find peace, and the overwhelming heaviness of it all will finally lift. Please remind me that there is light beyond this suffocating darkness, that I can rise from these shadows.

Tell me that, somehow, it will all come to an end — the disappointments, the tears, the constant battles.

Please, please, tell me there won’t be another hell waiting for me when I gather the courage to escape this one. Tell me that the pain I’ve carried won’t follow me, that the chains that bind my heart will finally break. Please tell me life doesn’t have to be a do-or-die game.

Please tell me I can simply exist and breathe on certain days without having to do something to justify being alive. Please tell me I don’t have to constantly live in fear of losing the people I love, just because I follow my own values or disagree with theirs. Somebody, please tell me life is not meant to be survived, heartbreak-to-heartbreak. Please tell me this past won’t haunt me for eternity.

Somebody, please place both hands on my head and tell me it’s okay to cry.

I am tired, I am tired, I am tired. Somebody, please hold my heart and tell me it will be fine, that it will end, it will end, it will end — this life, its struggles, traumas, trials, disappointments, agonies, heartaches, everything.

— Sadia Hakim

Somebody, please humanize me. Somebody, please love me. Somebody, please love me for my existence, my soul, my values, my perspectives, and my heart. Somebody, please love me beyond body, beyond gender, beyond any social status.

— Sadia Hakim 

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The equation of love by sadia hakim —derivation poem

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Scientists—they forgot to derive the equation of love.

— Sadia Hakim

The Symbols of Love: A Scientific Metaphor

L \propto E_q — Quantum Entanglement

In quantum mechanics, Einstein called it “spooky action at a distance”. Two particles, once connected, remain intertwined beyond space and time.

So is love — no matter the distance, the souls remain bound, responding to each other in ways unseen, untouchable, but undeniable.

F_L = \frac{G m_1 m_2}{r^2} — Gravitational Attraction

Newton’s law states that every mass pulls on another with an inescapable force. Love, too, is gravity — drawing hearts closer, keeping them in orbit. The stronger the connection, the harder it is to drift apart.

\Psi_L = \sum c_n |n\rangle — Love as Superposition

A quantum state exists in many possibilities until observed. Love, too, exists in infinite versions — every universe, every timeline, every whispered what if.

t' = \frac{t}{\sqrt{1 - \frac{2GM}{rc^2}}} — Time Dilation

Einstein taught us that gravity slows time near massive objects. Love, the heaviest force of all, does the same—when you are with the one you love, time stretches, moments linger, and the world seems to pause.

But when you look back, it feels like it all passed too quickly, slipping away like a dream.

L = \lim_{r \to 0} \left( \frac{G m_1 m_2}{r^2} + E_q + \Psi_L + \frac{t}{\sqrt{1 - \frac{2GM}{rc^2}}} \right) — The Singularity of Love

A singularity — where physics collapses, where equations break.

Love is that impossible point where all logic dissolves, where distance ceases, where time bows, where two become one — infinitely, irreversibly, eternally.

The Equation of Love — poetic derivation

Scientists spend lifetimes solving equations, but they forget the one that truly matters — the equation of love.

Scientists forget to derive the equation of love.

— Sadia Hakim

So, let’s derive the equation of love.

1. Love is Quantum Entanglement

Two souls, like entangled particles, once connected, remain inseparable — no distance, no time can break them.

L \propto E_q

Love exists beyond space, beyond logic. Wherever you are, I am.

2. Love is Gravity

Like binary stars locked in orbit, pulled by an invisible force, we fall — closer, deeper, endlessly.

F_L = \frac{G m_1 m_2}{r^2}

The smaller the distance, the stronger the force. Love is a gravity that no force can counteract.

3. Love is Superposition

It exists in every universe, every possibility, every state of matter. We are here. We are there. We are everywhere.

\Psi_L = \sum c_n |n\rangle

Even when unseen, love is never absent — just waiting to be observed.

4. Love is the Event Horizon

A singularity of emotions, pulling everything in, beyond which time stretches into eternity.

t' = \frac{t}{\sqrt{1 - \frac{2GM}{rc^2}}}

Love bends time, distorts reality. Inside its pull, past and future blur.

Final Equation: The Singularity of Love

L = \lim_{r \to 0} \left( \frac{G m_1 m_2}{r^2} + E_q + \Psi_L + \frac{t}{\sqrt{1 - \frac{2GM}{rc^2}}} \right)

As distance vanishes, love becomes infinite. As time stretches, love becomes eternal. It is the force that bends the universe, the constant that even science cannot define. And yet — we feel it.

Love harbors heavens, and gates the hells.

— Sadia Hakim // Cosmapoetica Series by Sadia Hakim where science meets poetry)

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A poem of love and loss —honoring Palestine’s struggles

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I would die for this land—for its moonrises and sunsets, for its people and poets, for its stories and realities, for its sacrifices and sacredness.

I would bleed for its soil, for the hands that built its homes, for the stories that echo through its streets, for the dreams carved into its mountains, for the prayers carried by its winds.

I would stand for its honor, for the ink that shaped its history, for the mothers who buried their sons, for the silence that mourns the unmarked graves, for the love that outlives war.

I would break for this land—for those who stayed, for those who left, for those who were never given a choice.

For the rivers that carry names no one remembers, for the earth that buries secrets no one speaks of, for the sky that still waits for a homecoming. I will die for this land.

— Sadia Hakim  // Letters Unsent

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