hazrat ali
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Behind the Smile, Under the Weight
Behind the Smile, Under the Weight The emotional isolation hidden behind obesity People always said I had a great smile. Bright, wide, warm — the kind of smile that could light up a room. I learned early on that if I smiled hard enough, no one would ask questions. Not about the second slice of cake. Not about why I sat out during gym class. Not about the swelling sadness that clung to me like an extra layer of skin.
By hazrat ali6 months ago in Motivation
The Night the Stars Went Silent
The Night the Stars Went Silent — A Tale from Hiroshima I was seven years old when the stars stopped singing. They used to hum softly to me every night through the holes in our rice paper walls. Even when the war sirens wailed in the distance, even when Mama whispered worries to Papa after she thought I had fallen asleep, the stars still sang. Faint, high voices like lullabies in the dark.
By hazrat ali6 months ago in History
The Mirror Lied, I Didn't
The mirror never told me the truth. It showed a girl too round, too plain, too uncertain. Every morning, I stood in front of it like it was a judge, hoping for a different verdict, and every time, it betrayed me. The mirror, with its glassy silence, always seemed louder than the world. But I kept showing up, trying to rewrite the story it reflected.
By hazrat ali6 months ago in Humans
My Heart Is a Locked Room With the Window Open
A story about learning to feel, trust, and heal without unlocking everything all at once. There’s a room inside me where I keep everything I can’t say out loud. It has four walls built with silence, a door I rarely open, and a single window cracked just enough to let the air in.
By hazrat ali6 months ago in Writers
I Broke, I Fought, I Rose: A Story of Unshakable Strength
There’s a moment—if you’ve ever truly broken—where the world stops moving. Not literally, of course. But inside you, something halts. A silence grows so loud, you wonder if you’ll ever hear your own voice again.
By hazrat ali6 months ago in Motivation
What I Painted When Words Failed Me
I don’t remember when the words stopped. Maybe it was after the third sleepless night, staring into the ceiling’s blank stare. Or the phone calls I never answered. Or the days I sat in my room, surrounded by walls that felt too close, too loud, too judgmental. I had always been the one with the right things to say, the shoulder for others to cry on, the "resilient one." But suddenly, language betrayed me. It dried up. I couldn’t form a sentence without crying or shaking or going completely numb.
By hazrat ali6 months ago in Art
The Things We Throw Away
When I was a child, my grandfather would wash and reuse plastic bags. At the time, I found it embarrassing. While my friends brought shiny new lunchboxes, mine came wrapped in a slightly crinkled bag that had already seen a dozen sandwiches. “We’re not poor,” I’d protest. “Why can’t we just buy new ones?”
By hazrat ali6 months ago in Lifehack
You're Not Behind—You're Becoming
When I was younger, I believed life was a race—one filled with milestones you had to reach faster than everyone else. At 18, I watched my friends get scholarships while I struggled to choose a major. I remember pretending to be excited at their achievements, but deep down, I was just scared—scared that I had missed a train that everyone else had boarded.
By hazrat ali6 months ago in Motivation
