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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Falling Forward: How Failing Five Times Made Me Unstoppable
They say failure is the best teacher. But when it knocks you down again and again, it can start to feel like a bully rather than a mentor. My story isn't about a sudden, dramatic success. It's about falling hard—five times, to be exact—and finding a way to rise with purpose each time. If you're struggling, feeling like giving up, or questioning your worth after multiple setbacks, I wrote this for you.
By Fazal Hadi8 months ago in Motivation
Seeds of Hope: How a Vacant Lot Became a Lifeline
When Maya Thompson first moved to Oakridge, she never imagined a patch of dirt could change an entire neighborhood. It was 2020, and the world was in chaos. The pandemic had hit hard, and families across the city were struggling. Shelves in grocery stores stood half-empty. For the residents of Oakridge—a low-income neighborhood already battling years of systemic neglect—food insecurity wasn’t new. But now, it was getting worse.
By Fazal Hadi8 months ago in The Swamp
From Chaos to Clarity: My Journey Through Anxiety
I never knew that silence could be so loud. Anxiety crept into my life like an uninvited guest who refused to leave. It didn’t arrive with drama or chaos—it was subtle, quiet, deceptive. At first, I thought I was just tired, overworked, or perhaps simply "sensitive." But slowly, I realized I was unraveling from the inside out.
By Fazal Hadi8 months ago in Longevity
Chalkboards at the Kitchen Table: Our Unexpected Journey into Homeschooling
I never thought I would be the kind of mom who homeschooled her kids. Before 2020, the word "homeschool" belonged to a different world—a world of Pinterest-perfect schedules, educational co-ops, and science experiments erupting in someone else's kitchen. My world was carpools, packed lunches, and cramming spelling tests on the way to school.
By Fazal Hadi8 months ago in Families
Breaking the Mirror: Letting Go of Perfectionism to Embrace My Real Self
I used to believe that if I could just be perfect—perfectly composed, perfectly spoken, perfectly accomplished—then I would finally be happy. People would respect me. I would never be criticized, never be rejected. I would be safe.
By Fazal Hadi8 months ago in Motivation
The Gift of Sacrifice: How My Father Taught Me the True Meaning of Eid
I was ten years old when I truly understood what Eid ul Adha meant. Before that, Eid was all about the fun parts—waking up to the smell of fresh bread, getting new clothes, counting crisp bills tucked into Eid envelopes, and, of course, watching my uncles skillfully prepare the Qurbani animals. I liked to call it the "festival of meat." The deeper meaning? It didn’t matter much to a child whose world was still small and safe.
By Fazal Hadi8 months ago in Families
I Saw Myself in a Homeless Man’s Eyes
It was one of those bitter January mornings in downtown Chicago. The kind where the wind whips through your coat no matter how many layers you’re wearing. I was walking fast, as usual—late for a client meeting, coffee spilling in one hand, phone in the other, trying to reply to an email with a thumb gone stiff from the cold.
By Fazal Hadi8 months ago in Humans
Healing in My Hands: How I Reclaimed My Health Naturally
For most of my twenties, I felt like a prisoner inside my own body. It started subtly—fatigue that lingered longer than it should have, joint pain I blamed on overexertion, and frequent migraines I chalked up to stress. But slowly, those symptoms became louder, more persistent, and impossible to ignore. At 27, after countless visits to specialists and endless bloodwork, I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease: Lupus.
By Fazal Hadi8 months ago in Longevity
Echoes After the Storm: What I Learned in the Silence
We weren’t yelling anymore, but the silence was louder than any argument we’d ever had. I sat on the edge of our bed, staring at the floor like it might offer an answer. Across the room, Sarah leaned against the wall, arms folded, eyes red, but dry now. The words were still fresh in the air, hanging like dust that hadn’t settled.
By Fazal Hadi8 months ago in Confessions
Bridges Rebuilt: A True Story of Forgiveness and Healing
For the better part of a decade, I told myself I was fine with never speaking to my father again. We hadn't spoken in nine years. Not a phone call. Not a holiday text. Nothing. I had built my life around his absence, convincing myself that distance was better than disappointment.
By Fazal Hadi8 months ago in Families
