Hell is our skin and we eat fire. Sadia Hakim

Hell is our skin and we eat fire.We are the curse. We are the rot. We are the saints of the pit. Sadia Hakim Poetry

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Make an informed decision before you buy

Hi Seyfert! Thank you for your interest in buying my books. Since it’s my birthday month, to match my birthday which is 14-02, I am giving a 60% discount on the Visual Poetry Edition (Special Edition) which means for this month, ______ 1. the Visual Edition is available at 2. and the Text-only (Classic) Edition […]

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For you, I will learn a hundred thousand languages.

For you, I will learn a hundred thousand languages. Sadia Hakim Poetry

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I embarrass myself again and again

Dear diary,
I embarrassed myself… By trusting them

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I feed them my rot until they can no longer swallow

When someone particular who checks certain boxes shows curiosity in my life and thoughts, I strangle their throats.

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Multilingual Poetry by Sadia Hakim “O Friend”

میں تیرا ہوں اور تُو میرا قرض دار اے دوست تُو دل شکستہ، میں آدم سے بیزار اے دوست Transliteration: Main tera hoon aur tu mera qarazdaar ay dost Tu dil-shakista, main aadam se bezaar ay dost Translation: 1. On friendship & shared suffering  I belong to you, and you are indebted to me, O […]

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Protecting My Words: Why Paraphrasing is Still Theft

​It has come to my attention recently that a specific stanza from my book has been circulating online in a distorted form. As an author, seeing your work resonate with others is a gift, but seeing it stripped of its origin and altered to bypass ownership is deeply disheartening. ​The Original vs. The Imitation ​In […]

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What kind of partner do I need?

​The one who can talk about politics one moment and the sunset the next. With whom difficult conversations don’t result in attacks and disappointments. With whom I can grow spiritually, intellectually, emotionally, financially, and humanly. With whom it is as easy to talk about the filth of this world as it is about memes, jokes, […]

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Who are you in one word?

They ask me who I am; they ask me to define myself and confine myself to a single word. ​Dear diary, I want to tell them who I am in one word, but I am afraid they will laugh, mock, and fail to understand how profoundly words affect me. I want to tell them I […]

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the invisible burden that men carry in silence

Can we just be honest for a minute? ​On International Men’s Day, let’s pause the cheering and talk about the unspoken: the massive, invisible burden many men carry just to fulfill a role they didn’t choose. We often praise men for their resilience, but we rarely discuss the high price they pay for it. ​Society […]

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