happiness
Happiness, defined; things that help you find happiness, keep it, and share it with others.
The path of Ibn Qasim
His name was Ibn Qasim. But no one knew him by that name. On the battlefield he was ‘Al-Mutawakkil’, in the prison camp ‘Abu Hamza’, and on the path of migration he was known as ‘Al-Gharib’. Because his true identity was one—he was a destitute dreamer of Allah, who came to change this world with the fire of sacrifice and faith.
By Abdul Barik2 years ago in Motivation
Searching for Meaning
I never expected an existential crisis to show up in a coffee shop. It was just a gray Thursday afternoon. The kind where the sky looks like wet concrete and every sound seems muffled by the drizzle. I stood in line, half-scrolling my phone, waiting to order the same latte I always did, when it hit me.
By Zakir Ullah2 years ago in Motivation
Al-Nur City
The year is 2147. The world is no longer the same. The impact of climate change has swallowed up the coasts, many cities have been wiped off the map. Western hegemony has collapsed into internal civil war and economic bankruptcy. The old era of the United Nations, the World Bank, or the American dollar is only in the pages of history. But at that time, a new civilization has emerged in the heart of the desert—the city of Al-Nur.
By Abdul Barik2 years ago in Motivation
10 Habits That Changed My Life Forever
A few years ago, I found myself stuck in a loop — tired, unmotivated, and unsure of where my life was going. Every day felt the same. It wasn’t until I started making small, consistent changes that everything slowly began to shift. Today, I’m sharing 10 simple habits that truly changed my life forever. These are not just theories — they are real practices that helped me grow mentally, emotionally, and even financially. 1. Waking Up Early
By Infinite Corners 2 years ago in Motivation
Success Woven in Silence
The morning sun peeked gently through the thin curtains, casting golden rays on the worn wooden floor of the one-room cottage. Maya sat quietly by the window, her fingers steadily working the threads of a hand-woven shawl. Each movement was precise, almost meditative. Her eyes followed the rhythm, not out of need, but because that rhythm had become her way of life—quiet, focused, and deliberate.
By Ziaulhaq2 years ago in Motivation
Unstoppable Ignite the Power Within
You know those moments when you realize the only thing really standing in your way is… well, you? Yeah, it’s kind of wild when you think about it, right? We all have this inner strength—whether you call it willpower, resilience, or just pure grit—that’s ready to be unleashed. But the tricky part is, it’s easy to forget it’s there when life starts throwing curveballs at you. One minute, you're feeling good, and the next, you're caught in the chaos of doubt, fear, and uncertainty. That's when you need to remember: you’re unstoppable.
By Md Motiur Rahman2 years ago in Motivation
The Rise of Treat Culture: Why We Splurge to Survive the Daily Grind
The Rise of Treat Culture: Indulgence in the Modern Age You’ve had a day. Work was chaos, your inbox is a nightmare, and the commute home felt like a scene from a dystopian movie. But then you pass that little bakery with the neon sign that reads, “You Deserve Cake.” Suddenly, you’re holding a $7 latte in one hand and a matcha croissant in the other, and for a moment, life feels…better. Sound familiar? Welcome to the age of treat culture a world where small indulgences have become our go-to coping mechanism, our daily rewards, and sometimes, our guilty pleasures.
By Abid Khattak2 years ago in Motivation
“The Fire You Forgot You Had”
There’s a moment in life that comes for all of us — not with a crash, but with a quiet ache. You wake up one morning, and everything feels heavy. The dreams you once chased feel far away. The motivation that used to light up your chest has dimmed. Your days blur together, and the spark you once carried — the one that made you feel alive — seems to have flickered out. But let me tell you something: You haven’t lost your fire. You’ve just forgotten how bright it can burn. You are not broken. You are not behind. You are simply in the space between chapters — the quiet breath before the next rise. And I promise, the fire is still there. It’s just waiting for you to remember who you are. --- The Myth of Constant Strength Somewhere along the way, we were taught that strength looks like consistency — always knowing the answer, never falling apart, always being “on.” But real strength? It’s messier than that. It lives in the silent decisions. In the mornings when you rise even though your heart feels heavy. In the nights you cry and still choose to believe in tomorrow. Strength is not the absence of struggle. It’s the decision to keep going through it. You don’t have to shine every day to be strong. You don’t need to feel powerful to carry power. You just have to keep walking — even if it’s slow, even if it’s messy, even if you don’t know where the path leads. --- Your Fire Has Always Been There Think back. To the heartbreak that should have broken you — but didn’t. To the job you lost, the friend who left, the door that slammed in your face — and yet you’re still here. You found light in the middle of dark times before. You found healing in the middle of hurt. You found you. That’s not luck. That’s not coincidence. That’s your fire. It may burn quietly, but it is never gone. It is the part of you that refuses to give up. The part of you that knows you were made for more. --- You Are Becoming Too often, we treat setbacks as signs we’ve failed. But what if they’re not failures? What if they’re transitions? You’re not lost. You’re in progress. You’re still unfolding, still learning, still growing into the version of yourself who’s ready to carry your dreams. Caterpillars don’t become butterflies overnight. They fall apart inside cocoons. They become unrecognizable before they become beautiful. You’re allowed to fall apart, too. You’re allowed to rebuild. You’re allowed to pause, to breathe, to grieve — and then, when you’re ready, begin again. You are not who you were six months ago. And you won’t be the same six months from now. That’s not failure. That’s evolution. --- Small Steps Start Big Fires Here’s what no one tells you: Motivation doesn’t create action — action creates motivation. Waiting for the perfect moment, the perfect mood, the perfect clarity? You’ll wait forever. Instead, do one small thing. Write one sentence. Take one walk. Drink one glass of water. Say one kind thing to yourself. That’s the spark. And from that spark, the fire remembers how to burn. You don’t need to leap. You just need to lean forward. And then, one small act at a time, you’ll start moving again — and you’ll realize you never actually stopped. --- Rest Is Not Quitting This part is important: You are allowed to rest. You are allowed to be tired. You are allowed to sit down for a while. Rest is not weakness. It’s fuel. Think of the strongest trees — they don’t grow constantly. They go dormant. They pause. They gather strength for the next bloom. You are allowed to do the same. Resting doesn’t mean you’ve given up. It means you’re gathering power. It means your next season will be richer, deeper, stronger — because you honored what your soul needed. --- You Were Made for the Climb You were never meant to stay small. You were never meant to live quietly in the shadows of your own dreams. You were made for the climb. You may slip. You may stumble. But the view from the top is always worth the effort. And even if you don’t see the summit yet, even if it’s hidden behind clouds — keep going. Because one day, you’ll look back at the ground you’ve covered and realize you were always rising. --- In Closing: Your Fire Is Still There You might feel lost right now. You might feel disconnected. You might even feel numb. But please remember: You are still here. You are still trying. You are still capable of beautiful things. You don’t need to prove anything to anyone. You don’t need to rush. You just need to remember the fire you forgot you had. Let this be your spark. Let this be your return. The world hasn’t seen the best of you yet. But it will. Because you’re just getting started.
By Nasir Khan2 years ago in Motivation
Worrying About Finding Love
The more I have to lose, the more I worry. I guess I've always been this way. Of course, no one wants to get hurt, lose important things or feel let down. But lately I've been really thinking about how bad my fear of rejection can be.
By digital product2 years ago in Motivation
The Last Push"
--- The Last Push When Giving Up Was Easy, He Chose to Keep Going It was the final lap of the race—one that Rayan had been preparing for his entire teenage life. The national championship was more than just a competition to him. It was a lifeline. A way out. A door to a future that he and his mother had dreamed of since his father left them in a crumbling house in a forgotten part of the city. From a young age, Rayan had shown an extraordinary talent for long-distance running. His school coach noticed it first, amazed at how the boy never seemed to tire, no matter how many laps he ran. But what people didn't see was the why. Rayan ran not just for medals or records—he ran to escape the noise, the hunger, the pain of watching his mother sew clothes late into the night just to afford his school shoes. As the championship day arrived, everything seemed to be working against him. His only pair of running shoes had worn thin. His right leg had been aching for a week, and the pain refused to subside even after rest. Worst of all, his mother had fallen ill just days before the event, and Rayan had spent those nights sitting by her side, feeding her broth and keeping her warm. But he showed up. The stadium buzzed with energy. Elite runners from across the country warmed up, coaches barked instructions, and the crowd roared in anticipation. Rayan stood quietly at the starting line, eyes on the track, heart pounding. The 10,000-meter race was long—twenty-five laps around the track—and he knew it would test every ounce of his will. The gunshot cracked through the air. They were off. For the first ten laps, Rayan kept a steady pace. He was in the middle of the pack, observing, conserving. His breathing was rhythmic, his steps measured. He remembered what his coach once told him: “Don’t show your strength too early. Let the race come to you.” By the fifteenth lap, the real runners began to separate from the hopefuls. One by one, competitors began to fall behind. Rayan pushed forward, pain starting to shoot through his leg with every step. He bit his lip, not to cry out, but to stay focused. At lap twenty, only four runners remained in the lead pack. Rayan was one of them. Suddenly, on the next curve, his foot caught slightly on the track's edge. His body lurched. For a terrifying moment, he stumbled, arms flailing to regain balance. The runner behind him passed him instantly. The others widened the gap. He was now in fourth. Spectators gasped. Some sighed, assuming it was over. But something deep inside Rayan refused to quit. Maybe it was the echo of his mother’s voice that morning: “Run like you have nothing to lose, my son. Because we’ve already lost so much.” With three laps remaining, Rayan told himself this was not just a race—it was his race. He dug deep. His legs burned. His chest felt like it would explode. But he pushed. One lap left. He was still fourth, but the third-place runner was slowing. The second seemed fatigued. The leader was strong, but not unreachable. And then, something miraculous happened. A memory flashed: him as a child, racing barefoot on dusty roads, laughing even though his stomach was empty. His mother clapping on the porch, saying, “You're faster than the wind, my boy.” He smiled. It was the last 300 meters. He surged forward. Third place—passed. Second place—closing in. The leader, now just ten meters ahead. The crowd was on its feet, roaring, some shouting his name, many not even knowing who he was but sensing greatness in the making. Final 100 meters. His leg screamed in pain. His lungs burned. His vision blurred. But Rayan found one last push. Not from his body. From his heart. He passed the second runner with a defiant stride. The leader, just a few steps ahead, looked back—startled. He hadn't expected the boy from nowhere to challenge him. And in the final 20 meters, Rayan gave everything. He crossed the finish line just 0.3 seconds ahead. Then he collapsed. The stadium exploded in cheers. His coach ran to him, tears in his eyes. “You did it, Rayan. You really did it.” But Rayan wasn’t listening. He was staring at the sky, smiling, whispering, “Mama, I did it.” --- Three Months Later Rayan was featured in newspapers, praised for his resilience, invited to international training camps. Sponsors came forward. He could now afford better gear, medical treatment, and even a new house for his mother. But when asked in interviews about his training or techniques, he always said the same thing: "It wasn’t my legs that won the race. It was my will. It was that last push." -
By Qaisar Jan2 years ago in Motivation
