Muhammad Hakimi
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Writing stories of growth, challenge, and resilience.
Exploring personal journeys and universal truths to inspire, connect, and share the power of every voice.
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When You Feel Behind in Life, Read This
When You Feel Behind in Life, Read This I don’t know who needs to hear this right now, but you are not behind. Maybe you didn’t graduate when you were “supposed” to. Maybe your dream job hasn’t arrived. Maybe your friends are getting married, having kids, buying houses—and you’re still trying to figure out dinner.
By Muhammad Hakimi8 months ago in Motivation
The Butterfly Doesn’t Emerge Beautiful—It Fights to Get There
People love the butterfly. They admire the wings, the grace, the flight. But no one stops to honor the cocoon. The darkness. The process. Because transformation, in real life, isn’t beautiful. It’s brutal.
By Muhammad Hakimi8 months ago in Motivation
Unfollow the Illusion: Breaking Free from the Dark Side of Social Media
We signed up for connection. We downloaded the apps. We posted the selfies. We double-tapped our way through loneliness and late nights, through boredom and curiosity. It was all so harmless—at first.
By Muhammad Hakimi8 months ago in Motivation
When You Outgrow People You Thought Were Forever
There’s a silent kind of heartbreak no one really talks about. It’s not the romantic kind, the kind that ends in shouting matches or slammed doors or final texts that echo like goodbye. No. This kind of heartbreak is quiet. Subtle. It happens over time. You don’t even notice it—until you do.
By Muhammad Hakimi8 months ago in Motivation
How It Feels to Be the Strong One And Secretly Fall Apart
Everyone thinks you’re okay. You smile on cue. You give the right advice. You show up, stay composed, and never let your voice tremble — not in front of them. Because you’re the strong one. The one people lean on.
By Muhammad Hakimi8 months ago in Motivation
The Last Letter He Never Got to Read
I never thought silence could echo so loudly—until he was gone. The day after my grandfather’s funeral, the house felt different. It was still filled with the same furniture, the same photographs, the same faint scent of coffee and old books. But it wasn’t home anymore. It was a museum of memories. A space where everything stood still.
By Muhammad Hakimi8 months ago in Confessions
The Boy, the Man, and the Silence Between
They walked the same path every Sunday. The boy, barely ten, full of energy and questions he rarely voiced aloud. The old man, past eighty, moving slowly with a wooden cane, his voice used less and his mind filled more with memories than words.
By Muhammad Hakimi8 months ago in Humans
