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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How I Sleep Peacefully Now
Three in the morning used to be my breaking point. That's when I'd wake up, heart pounding, mind racing, staring at the ceiling while the world slept peacefully around me. I'd grab my phone and watch the minutes crawl by—3:17, 3:34, 3:52—knowing that the alarm would go off in a few hours and I'd face another day exhausted.
By Fazal Hadiabout a month ago in Longevity
5 Habits That Helped Me Keep Going When It Got Hard
I almost quit on a Thursday. Not just my job or a project. Everything. The dream I'd been chasing for three years, the business I'd poured my savings into, the version of myself I'd been fighting to become.
By Fazal Hadiabout a month ago in Motivation
When Everyone Walked Away, He Chose Himself
Marcus sat alone in the apartment he could barely afford, staring at his phone that hadn't rung in three weeks. His best friend since college had stopped returning texts. His brother said he was "too busy" to meet up anymore. Even his girlfriend of four years had walked away, leaving behind nothing but a note that read: "I can't watch you struggle like this anymore."
By Fazal Hadiabout a month ago in Motivation
6 Tiny Habits That Work Even on Bad Days
I discovered these habits on the worst day of my life. It was a gray Tuesday morning when my world collapsed in stages. First, the email: my position was being eliminated. Then, the phone call: my grandmother, who raised me, had hours left. By noon, I was sitting in a hospital parking lot, jobless and about to say goodbye to the only person who'd ever believed in me unconditionally.
By Fazal Hadiabout a month ago in Motivation
Dreams, Struggles, and Breakthroughs
The dream showed up uninvited at 2 a.m. on a Thursday. I was wiping down tables at Rico's Diner, the same tables I'd been cleaning for seven years, when I caught my reflection in the window. Thirty-four years old, smelling like french fries and burnt coffee, with a notebook of unpublished stories shoved in my locker and a life that looked nothing like what I'd imagined at twenty-two.
By Fazal Hadiabout a month ago in Motivation
