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.
There’s a quiet corner I’ve been building for those who’ve ever felt too much, too different, too soft for the world. Not everyone will understand. But some of you will. And I want to write to you. This is not a weekly newsletter. It’s a slow letter, sent once or twice a month — from […]
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 […]
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 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.
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? […]
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, […]
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 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 […]
I hate war. But what I hate even more are those who glorify war from the safety of their homes, having never seen its cost firsthand, having never felt its pain down to their bones, having never lived its wounds through their generations. — Sadia Hakim
There is something so miraculously hopeful about grey skies. There is something so otherworldly romantic about dark clouds.There is something sacred about solitude, about being alone. — Sadia Hakim 1