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 Last Chapter of the Year Can Be Your Breakthrough
December has a strange way of making everything feel heavier. The days get shorter, the nights get quieter, and suddenly every unfinished goal, every delayed dream, every promise we made to ourselves starts knocking loudly in our mind. It’s the month where people either rush to celebrate or quietly fall apart. And for a long time, I belonged to the second group.
By Fazal Hadiabout a month ago in Motivation
9 Mistakes That Kept Me Poor Longer Than Necessary
For a long time, I believed being broke was just my destiny. No matter how hard I worked, no matter how busy my days were, I always seemed one unexpected bill away from panic. My bank balance felt like a cruel joke. I blamed the economy. My upbringing. Bad luck. Anything except myself.
By Fazal Hadiabout a month ago in Motivation
Losing Everything Except Hope
The night everything fell apart, I sat on the edge of my bed staring at a packed suitcase I never planned to use. My room was quiet, too quiet, except for the sound of my own breathing—shallow, uneven, afraid. I had lost my job that morning. By evening, I’d lost the apartment I could no longer afford. And somewhere in between, I felt like I’d lost myself too.
By Fazal Hadiabout a month ago in Motivation
Empowering Growth in the New Year
I didn’t feel excited when the new year began. I felt tired. Not the kind of tired sleep could fix—but the kind that comes from carrying unfinished dreams, repeated mistakes, and promises made to yourself that you didn’t keep. While everyone around me was celebrating, posting goals, and smiling into cameras, I was sitting by my window, wondering why another year had arrived and I still felt the same.
By Fazal Hadiabout a month ago in Motivation
Finish the Year With Courage, Not Regret
By the time December arrives, the noise gets louder. End-of-year summaries. Achievement posts. “Best year ever” captions scrolling past while you lie awake at night, wondering where the months went. I remember one December evening vividly—sitting alone on my couch, lights off, phone glowing in my hand, feeling an ache I couldn’t name. The year hadn’t destroyed me, but it hadn’t fulfilled me either. And that quiet disappointment hurt more than failure ever did.
By Fazal Hadiabout a month ago in Motivation
6 Habits I Built When Motivation Was Gone
Motivation didn’t disappear all at once. It faded slowly, quietly, until one morning I realized it was gone. I remember sitting on the edge of my bed, phone in my hand, staring at reminders I no longer cared about. Goals I once chased excitedly now felt heavy. Even simple tasks felt exhausting. People around me kept saying, “Just stay motivated,” but they didn’t understand the truth—I wasn’t lazy, broken, or weak. I was drained.
By Fazal Hadiabout a month ago in Motivation
5 Mental Rules That Helped Me Stay Calm Under Pressure
The moment I realized I was not okay came on a random Wednesday afternoon. My phone was buzzing with unread messages, my inbox was overflowing, and my chest felt tight for no clear reason. I was sitting at my desk, staring at a screen, but my mind was racing through deadlines, expectations, and the constant fear of messing everything up. I looked calm on the outside. Inside, I was drowning.
By Fazal Hadiabout a month ago in Longevity
December Is Not the End — It’s the Turning Point
The frost crept against my windowpane as I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the calendar. December had arrived, and with it, the weight of every regret, disappointment, and “what if” I’d carried all year. At 31, I had a decent job, a few friends who cared, and a roof over my head—but my heart felt heavy, trapped under layers of anxiety, self-doubt, and the quiet ache of unmet dreams.
By Fazal Hadiabout a month ago in Motivation
When Hard Days Became My Best Teachers
Some nights feel like the universe has turned against you. For me, it happened at twenty-nine. I was curled on my kitchen floor, holding a pink slip in one hand and an eviction notice in the other, whispering into the emptiness, “Why me?” Life had been relentless: a lost job, a broken engagement, and family tension that left me isolated. In that dark moment, I realized something profound—these weren’t punishments. They were my best teachers, hiding in plain sight, disguised as storms.
By Fazal Hadiabout a month ago in Motivation
