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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Why I No Longer Fear Being Alone
For most of my life, I treated silence like an enemy. Empty rooms, quiet dinners, solo walks—these things used to make me anxious. I believed that being alone was a sign that something was wrong with me, that I was unlovable, or that I had somehow failed in life’s invisible social test.
By Fazal Hadi8 months ago in Humans
Lessons from a Forgotten Birthday
I never expected a birthday to feel like just another Tuesday. There’s something sacred about birthdays when you’re young. Balloons, cake, a chorus of “Happy Birthday,” gifts wrapped in shiny paper, and the unmistakable feeling of being special—even if just for one day.
By Fazal Hadi8 months ago in Humans
The Night the Lights Went Out—and I Found Peace
I didn’t expect the power to go out that night. It was just another Tuesday—ordinary, rushed, and loud. I came home late from work, tossed my bag by the door, and immediately reached for my phone. Emails, notifications, and reminders were buzzing, lighting up the screen like my life depended on staying connected.
By Fazal Hadi8 months ago in Humans
How I Found Magic in the Mundane
I used to believe that life was only worth remembering if something extraordinary happened. You know the kind of moments I’m talking about—graduations, weddings, big promotions, dream vacations. Anything less than grand seemed forgettable. And so, I treated everyday life like something to get through. I rushed my mornings, zoned out during commutes, scrolled through weekends, and waited impatiently for something “worth living for” to finally show up.
By Fazal Hadi8 months ago in Humans
The Love I Never Said Out Loud
I’ve always believed that time is generous, that we have enough of it to say the things that matter, to fix what's broken, to express what lingers in the heart. But time isn’t generous—it’s just unpredictable. And when it runs out, it leaves behind echoes of what we never said.
By Fazal Hadi8 months ago in Humans
Unlearning What I Thought Success Meant
When I was ten years old, I stood on stage at a school assembly and announced to the crowd, “I want to be a lawyer when I grow up.” The crowd clapped politely, and my teacher patted me on the back afterward, telling me I had a bright future. That sentence would follow me through most of my adolescence, not because it was my dream—but because it sounded like success.
By Fazal Hadi8 months ago in Humans
When Dreams Die, What Happens Next?
I used to believe that dreams were everything. They gave life color, gave mornings a reason to start, and nights something to hope for. For most of my twenties, I poured myself into a singular dream: becoming a professional musician. I practiced until my fingers blistered, played late-night gigs in smoke-filled bars, recorded demo after demo, and chased every opportunity with a fire in my chest.
By Fazal Hadi8 months ago in Humans
The Man Who Danced Alone in the Park
It started as a regular Tuesday. I was taking my usual walk through the neighborhood park, earbuds in, mind buzzing with deadlines, unread emails, and a growing list of things I hadn’t done yet. You know the kind of walk—not the peaceful, soul-refreshing kind, but the distracted, autopilot kind where you’re more in your head than in the world around you.
By Fazal Hadi8 months ago in Humans
