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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The Dog Who Waited: A Story of Loyalty and Love
In the small town of Maplewood, where everyone knew each other’s names and morning walks were a ritual, there lived a dog named Max. He wasn’t a purebred or trained show dog. He was a golden-brown mixed breed with wise eyes, a wagging tail, and a heart that seemed far too big for his body.
By Fazal Hadi8 months ago in Petlife
The Hands That Held Me: A Mother-Daughter Journey
I used to think my mother was too much. Too loud when I wanted silence. Too strict when I wanted freedom. Too involved in everything when all I wanted was space. As a teenager, I’d roll my eyes when she gave me advice, slam my bedroom door when she said “no,” and swear to myself that I’d never be like her when I became a mom someday.
By Fazal Hadi8 months ago in Families
She Left Clues in Every Book She Gave Me
I never quite understood my mom. She was a woman of few words, a quiet presence in the background of my life. While most people around me filled their conversations with loud declarations or endless chatter, she spoke softly, choosing her words carefully. In fact, there were times I wondered if she was keeping something from me—some hidden part of herself that I couldn’t quite reach. But it wasn't until I started finding the clues she left behind that I realized she was telling me more than I could ever have imagined.
By Fazal Hadi8 months ago in Families
Confessions of a Stranger on the Train
It was the kind of train ride that wasn’t supposed to mean anything. The usual route. The same 6:42 PM train from Midtown to the outskirts of the city. Tired people with tired eyes staring at phones, books, or nothing at all. I sat in my usual spot—second car, window seat, headphones in but music off—just to avoid small talk.
By Fazal Hadi8 months ago in Confessions
Dear Future Me, Please Remember This
Dear Future Me, I hope you're smiling as you read this. Not the fake kind you used to wear when things were falling apart, but the kind that touches your eyes and reaches your heart. I hope you’ve made it to a place that feels peaceful. Not perfect, but peaceful — there’s a difference.
By Fazal Hadi8 months ago in History
The Day I Almost Gave Up—And What Saved Me
I used to believe that rock bottom was loud. That it came crashing down like thunder, shaking everything until you could not ignore it anymore. I thought it looked like someone screaming, breaking things, or running out the door in tears. But when I hit my lowest point, it was nothing like that.
By Fazal Hadi8 months ago in Lifehack
