Azmat Roman ✨
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I Wasn’t Too Much—They Just Weren’t Enough: Unlearning the Myth of Being 'Difficult
For the longest time, I believed I was the problem. I was “too sensitive,” “too emotional,” “too outspoken,” “too needy.” That word—too—haunted me. It followed me like an unwanted nickname. In relationships, at work, in friendships, I constantly felt like I was walking on eggshells just to keep everyone comfortable. And when I finally spoke up about my boundaries, discomforts, or needs, I was met with blank stares, raised eyebrows, or the classic passive-aggressive sigh.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
I Thought Becoming a Mother Would Complete Me—It Didn't
I used to believe that motherhood would be the final piece of my puzzle—the last thing I needed to feel whole. I imagined it as this magical, transformative experience that would heal every part of me. I’d grown up romanticizing it: the lullabies, the sleepy cuddles, the deep sense of purpose. When I saw other mothers pushing strollers or picking out baby clothes with dreamy eyes, I felt envy, like they had access to something sacred I hadn’t yet earned.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Families
I Became a Stranger to Stay Alive
I never imagined I’d wake up one day and not recognize the person staring back at me in the mirror. The eyes were mine. The scars were mine. But the soul? That was someone else’s—someone I had to become just to make it through.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
I Didn't Know Who I Was Until I Lost Everything
I used to think I had it all figured out. A steady job in finance, a penthouse apartment with a skyline view, and a social circle that toasted to success every Friday night. From the outside, my life looked perfect. But in truth, it was all a carefully crafted illusion—a mask I wore so well I forgot it wasn’t me.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Let Go of Survival Mode
I used to think something was wrong with me. I wasn’t crying, but I felt hollow. I wasn’t falling apart, but I was constantly tired—tired in my bones, in my soul. It was more than physical exhaustion. It was a kind of weariness that sleep couldn’t fix and silence couldn’t soothe.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Psyche
Some Days I’m Fine. Other Days I Forget How to Breathe.
I wake up to sunlight filtering through the blinds. It’s a beautiful morning. Birds are chirping, the world seems peaceful, and for once, I feel okay. I shower, make my bed, and even hum to a song playing on the radio. These are the "fine" days — days when I can smile without forcing it, when the air doesn’t feel like it weighs a hundred pounds.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
The Light of Truth: Why Islam Shines as One of the World’s Greatest Religions
The Light of Truth: Why Islam Shines as One of the World’s Greatest Religions In a world increasingly divided by politics, misinformation, and fear, religion often becomes misunderstood or misrepresented. Among the most misunderstood is Islam — a religion followed by over 1.9 billion people, yet often subjected to stereotypes and misjudgments. But if one ventures beyond headlines and into its essence, one uncovers a profound truth: Islam is not only one of the most practiced religions in the world, but also one of the most beautiful, rational, and transformative faiths.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in FYI
I Wasn’t Lazy—My Soul Was Tired
I Wasn’t Lazy—My Soul Was Tired When I was seventeen, I slept through most of my days. Not in the poetic, dreamy way you might imagine—but in the way where brushing my teeth felt like climbing Everest. I wasn’t tired from sports or school or even staying up late watching TV. I was tired in a way that coffee couldn’t cure, that sleep couldn’t fix, and that words couldn’t explain.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Motivation
I Lied for 12 Years. I’m Finally Ready to Tell You Why
For twelve years, I built my life on a foundation of lies. Not the kind of harmless white lies you tell to spare feelings or avoid awkward moments. No, these were the kind that weigh on your chest, suffocate your soul, and force you to live as a stranger in your own skin.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Families
The Secret I've Carried: What My Family Will Never Know
There’s something my family still doesn’t know about me. It’s been years now, and every day that secret weighs heavier on my chest. I haven’t told a single soul—not my parents, not my siblings, not even my closest friends. And maybe, deep down, I’m scared I never will.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Families
