Sadia Shafiq Khan
Introduction
Born in Saudi Arabia, a 90s born girl whose inner child still dreams on.
I have roamed around the world of endless thoughts for as long as I can remember. Writing, for me, feels like a quiet haven, a form of therapy, a sort of a “me time” where the noise of the world fades and I can let my mind wander freely and immerse in the rhythm of my own ideas.
Though I find myself short of words to truly describe the notions, there’s something beautiful about the process of pouring those thoughts onto paper, shaping them into words that one day, others might find meaning in. Witnessing my childhood passion evolve into a realized dream fills me with immense gratitude.
Works
Poem 1
In the quiet hours, my prayers take flight,
With every glimpse of you, they reach a new height.
I beseech the heavens, where wishes turn real,
With faith unyielding, that Allah’s “Kun” can heal.
A wish whispered softly, a prayer sent above,
May your days be a symphony of health and love.
In the book of life, may our chapters be…
Filled with laughter, travels, and family glee.
My lovely dad, in this poetic space
I honor you, your strength and grace.
In every line, my love cascades,
For my superman, in life’s charades
“Not all heroes wear capes”, they say…
A silent battle with courage on display,
Muhammad Shafiq Khan… <3
My father, My Champion in every way
Poem 2
“There’s light at the tunnel’s end” they say…
Yet! No one forewarns, another tunnel awaits on the way
That’s why I look forward to the afterlife…
The ultimate light, beyond the passage of life.
So, I will endure, with patience aglow,
For the peace that awaits, further I go.
Where pain’s grasp, finds its final mend,
In eternal radiance, my sorrows will end.
Prose
Love is when mama leaves the big pieces of chicken for us. It’s her knowing everyone’s favorite dishes and preparing lavish dinners for every kid’s birthday party. It’s how every kid will just fall into her lap for relief. It’s the nights she’s spent by our sides, watching over us when we’re sick. And how strange is it that she cannot sleep when a child is stressed because of something (even when you don’t tell her). When every single namaz ends with prayers for her children and family. Love is the way having her beside me at the doctor’s eases my anxiety and that… her just placing a hand on my head can wash away all my tiredness.