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 Secret Side of a Happy Life
I used to believe happiness lived somewhere just beyond my reach. It was always the next paycheck, the next vacation, the next big win. I told myself I’d finally be happy when I got promoted, when I bought a bigger house, when I had more followers, more friends, more... everything.
By Fazal Hadi9 months ago in Humans
The Letter I Never Sent: A Goodbye That Saved My Life
I never actually mailed the letter. I folded it neatly, slid it into a blank white envelope, and tucked it away in the back of my journal. But writing it was enough. It was the goodbye I needed—the one I never got from you.
By Fazal Hadi9 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Stopped Chasing Perfection
I don’t remember the exact moment I first started chasing perfection. Maybe it was in third grade, when I got a silver star instead of gold on my spelling test and cried in the car. Or maybe it was in high school, when my friends laughed at how obsessed I was with getting the “perfect” GPA. Somewhere along the way, I equated self-worth with flawlessness.
By Fazal Hadi9 months ago in Humans
When I Stopped Competing, I Started Living
There was a time in my life when every moment felt like a scoreboard ticking against me. From the outside, I looked like someone on the rise. I graduated top of my class, earned a spot in a prestigious internship program, and even had a tidy list of accolades to flaunt on social media. But what no one saw—what I barely admitted to myself—was how much of my life had become a constant comparison, a never-ending chase to be the best.
By Fazal Hadi9 months ago in Humans
Things I Wish I Told My Father
There are some stories that don’t start with a dramatic bang, but rather, with the quiet ticking of a clock on a Sunday afternoon—the kind that you hear only when you’re alone with your thoughts. That’s where this story begins. Not in a storm, not in chaos. Just a simple room, an empty chair, and a hundred things I wish I had said to my father.
By Fazal Hadi9 months ago in Humans
The Last Dinosaur in My Backyard
I was eight when I first met him. It was the summer after second grade, one of those lazy, golden stretches of time when school felt like a distant memory, and the future was nothing more than bedtime and bike rides. Our backyard wasn't much—just a patch of grass, a creaky swing set, and an old oak tree that split the sunlight into dancing shadows.
By Fazal Hadi9 months ago in Families
A Silent Room Full of Memories
A Silent Room Full of Memories There’s a small room at the end of my hallway. The door is always closed, not locked, just closed. It’s been that way for three years. People assume it's a guest room, or maybe a storage space, and I let them. What do you say? “Oh, that’s where my mother died” or “That’s where I keep the life I haven’t been ready to unpack.” There are no simple words for a silent room full of memories.
By Fazal Hadi9 months ago in Humans
