Fazal Hadi
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Hello, I’m Fazal Hadi, a motivational storyteller who writes honest, human stories that inspire growth, hope, and inner strength.
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I Slept With Earplugs for 6 Months
I didn’t start sleeping with earplugs because I wanted better sleep. I started because I was desperate. The apartment I lived in wasn’t the noisiest place on earth, but it had its quirks—neighbors with heavy feet, a dog that barked at passing clouds, and a heating system that coughed like it had a lifetime of stories to tell. At first, I laughed it off, thinking I could just tune it out. But over time, it started getting to me.
By Fazal Hadi6 months ago in Longevity
How I Slept 20 Minutes Less—Everyday
I never thought 20 minutes could matter. It seemed too small to be significant—just a sliver of time, barely noticeable in the rhythm of a day. And yet, when I started sleeping 20 minutes less every night, something unexpected happened.
By Fazal Hadi6 months ago in Longevity
A Letter to Myself From 10 Years in the Future
I was sitting at my kitchen table on a quiet Sunday morning, coffee in hand, staring at a blank page in my journal. Life felt like it was in a strange place—too many questions, not enough answers. I was 27, tired, unsure, and truthfully, a little scared of where my life was headed.
By Fazal Hadi6 months ago in Confessions
My Teacher Hated Me Because I Was Muslim — No One Stopped Her
I didn’t expect middle school to be easy, but I also didn’t expect it to feel like something I had to survive. It started on the very first day of seventh grade. I walked into my homeroom with my brand new backpack, freshly sharpened pencils, and a scarf wrapped around my head in a style I was proud of. It was light blue — my favorite color — and matched the shirt my mom ironed for me the night before.
By Fazal Hadi6 months ago in Pride
My Therapist Told Me I Was Normal — I Wasn’t
I still remember the way she looked at me—warm eyes, kind voice, soft sweater that smelled like lavender. My first therapist, Rachel, made me feel safe in a way I hadn’t felt in years. I was twenty-one, sitting in a small office that felt more like a cozy living room than a place for breaking open your soul.
By Fazal Hadi6 months ago in Longevity
The Day I Lost Everything and Found Myself in a Stranger’s Hug
It was raining that day. Not the kind of soft drizzle that soothes your soul, but the kind of rain that lashes at your windows, pounds your roof, and makes the world feel like it’s falling apart with you. I stood by the window, numb, staring out at the gray sky as if it could somehow explain the silence that now filled my apartment. My entire life had unraveled in a matter of hours.
By Fazal Hadi6 months ago in Humans
The Journey Is the Win — Not Just the Destination
I used to chase finish lines like my life depended on them. Grades. Job titles. Milestones. Social media followers. Everything had to lead somewhere “successful.” Every effort had to have a reward attached. If there wasn’t a shiny prize waiting at the end, I convinced myself the effort wasn’t worth it.
By Fazal Hadi6 months ago in Humans
The 5 AM Rule That Helped Me Crush My Goals
Two years ago, I was stuck. I had goals—a list of them, actually. Write a book. Get in shape. Start a business. Read more. Meditate. Eat better. Spend more time with family. You know, all the things that fill New Year’s resolutions and journals. But despite all my best intentions, I was constantly overwhelmed. My days felt short, my energy drained, and my dreams pushed off to “someday.”
By Fazal Hadi6 months ago in Motivation
You're Not Lost—You're Just Becoming
There was a time in my life when I thought I was broken. Not just broken in the poetic, dramatic sense—but truly, deeply lost. I would lie awake at night staring at the ceiling, wondering how everyone else seemed to know exactly where they were going, while I barely knew who I was.
By Fazal Hadi6 months ago in Motivation
The Stranger Who Hugged My Soul on a Lonely Morning
It was one of those mornings. The kind that feels heavy before your feet even touch the floor. The sky outside was painted in a dull gray, and everything in me matched it—my mood, my mind, and my spirit. I felt hollow. Not broken, exactly. Just... empty.
By Fazal Hadi6 months ago in Motivation
The Role of Creativity in Problem-Solving
I used to believe creativity was something reserved for artists, musicians, or eccentric thinkers who wore mismatched socks and spoke in metaphors. It felt like this distant, elusive thing—beautiful to watch from afar but not something I could own.
By Fazal Hadi6 months ago in Lifehack
