HAADI

Joined November 2025

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The Inheritance We Never Asked For: Carrying the Wounds Our Parents Couldn't Heal . AI-Generated.
We inherit more than we know. More than the color of our eyes, the shape of our hands, the tendency toward certain illnesses. More than the furniture passed down, the photo albums stored in attics, the recipes written in hands we barely remember. We inherit something invisible and weighty—the wounds our parents could not heal, the fears they could not name, the patterns they could not break. And we carry these inheritances inside us, often without knowing, until one day we realize that we are living out a script we never chose, written by people we never fully knew.
By HAADI5 days ago in Families
The Price of the Paper: How a Single Test Became the Measure of a Child's Worth . AI-Generated.
The night before the test, she could not sleep. She lay in the dark, her mind racing through formulas and dates and vocabulary words, silently rehearsing, silently praying that she would remember, that she would not freeze, that she would be enough. Her parents had said all the right things—just do your best, it's not the end of the world, we love you no matter what. But she knew. She knew that this paper, this single morning, this collection of questions written by strangers, would somehow determine her future. She knew because the whole world had told her so, in a thousand ways, since she was old enough to understand what tests mean.
By HAADI5 days ago in Education
The Chapter You Didn't Choose: Finding Meaning in the Pages You Never Wanted to Write . AI-Generated.
We imagine our lives as books we are writing, and in that imagining, we place ourselves as authors. We will choose the plot, we believe. We will decide when chapters end and new ones begin. We will shape the narrative into something coherent, meaningful, perhaps even beautiful. This belief sustains us through ordinary difficulties, through the expected transitions of growing up, leaving home, finding love, building work, raising children, growing old. These chapters we understand. They are the ones we signed up for.
By HAADI5 days ago in Chapters
The Cemetery of Curiosity: How School Became the Place Where Questions Go to Die . AI-Generated.
There is a moment that happens somewhere between kindergarten and fourth grade, and it breaks my heart every time. It is the moment when the hand stops going up. The moment when the question dies on the lips. The moment when the child who once asked "why" about everything—why is the sky blue, why do leaves fall, why do people die, why why why—learns that asking questions is risky. That the wrong question makes you look stupid. That the right answer matters more than the curious mind. That school is not a place of discovery but a place of performance.
By HAADI6 days ago in Education
The Book of Us: Why Every Life Deserves to Be Written in Chapters, Not Judged by a Single Page . AI-Generated.
We are born into a story not of our choosing. The opening chapters are written by others—by parents who dreamed us before we existed, by circumstances that shaped us before we could shape anything back, by a world that assigned us roles before we knew we were on a stage. We arrive mid-sentence, in the middle of a tale that began long before our first breath, and we spend the rest of our lives trying to understand what kind of story we are in.
By HAADI6 days ago in Chapters
The Thing That Waits Between Heartbeats: Horror That Lives Not in Shadows but in Silence . AI-Generated.
The old stories got it wrong. They told us to fear the things that go bump in the night, the creaking floorboards, the shadows that move against the light. They filled our childhoods with monsters under beds and witches in closets, teaching us to dread the darkness as though it were the enemy. But the darkness was never the enemy. The darkness was just darkness—empty, passive, waiting. The real horror, the one we never name, is the thing that happens in the light. The moment you realize you are alone in a way that no other person can fix. The slow dawning that the silence around you is not temporary but permanent. The quiet terror of a life that has become uninhabited without ever quite becoming empty.
By HAADI6 days ago in Horror
The Making of a Monster: Why We Create the Criminals We Then Refuse to Understand
We love our monsters. We consume stories of their crimes with a hunger that borders on the sacred, clicking on headlines, devouring true crime podcasts, tuning in for the verdict, the sentencing, the final chapter that locks them away and allows us to sleep easier. We need them to be monsters—fundamentally different from us, marked by some visible stain, carrying evil in their bones like a genetic defect. This need is not casual; it is existential. If they are monsters, we are safe. If they are not, we are not.
By HAADI6 days ago in Criminal
The Vanishing Art of Ordinary Kindness: Why We Stopped Seeing the Strangers Beside Us
There was a time when kindness was ordinary. Not the grand, performative kind that seeks recognition, not the calculated kind that expects return, but the small, unremarkable kindness that simply assumed we belong to one another. It was the stranger who stopped to help with directions. The neighbor who brought soup when someone was sick. The person on the bus who gave up their seat without being asked. These moments were the invisible threads that wove a community into something stronger than a collection of individuals occupying the same geography.
By HAADI6 days ago in Humans
The Assembly Line Classroom: Why We're Still Educating Children for a World That No Longer Exists . AI-Generated.
The school bell was invented for factories, not for minds. It was designed to regulate the movement of workers, to segment time into manageable units, to condition human beings to respond obediently to external signals. When we imported it into education, we imported something more than a scheduling tool—we imported a philosophy. We built our schools on the factory model because we were, at the time, educating children for factory jobs. The problem is that the factories have closed, the economy has transformed, the world has digitized, and the bell still rings.
By HAADI7 days ago in Education
The Forgotten Art of Being Present: Why Family Time Became a Casualty of the Clock . AI-Generated.
The dinner table was never just a piece of furniture. It was an altar, a staging ground for the small dramas and quiet revelations that woven together form the tapestry of family life. It was where you learned that your father had a funny story about his boss, that your sister was nervous about her math test, that your grandmother once had a different name, in a different country, in a different life. It was where you were seen, not as a student, a teammate, or a future adult, but simply as a member of a small, flawed, stubborn tribe called family.
By HAADI7 days ago in Families
The Empathy Deficit: How Digital Life is Numbing Our Collective Heart
There is a peculiar silence that has settled over public spaces. It is not the silence of reverence or contemplation, but of absence. In coffee shops, waiting rooms, park benches, and even dinner tables, we gather in clusters of solitude, each of us tethered to a glowing rectangle that promises connection but often delivers its counterfeit. We have more ways to communicate than any generation in human history, yet something vital is quietly slipping through our fingers: the capacity for genuine empathy.
By HAADI7 days ago in Education
The Static of Four
Leo slumped in the hard plastic chair, the kind that always squeaked when you shifted your weight, which he did constantly. His eyes were glued to the whiteboard, but they didn’t actually *see* the numbers there. Not really. What he saw was a jumble, a squall. Mr. Harrison, his after-school tutor for math, was patient, too patient sometimes, which just made the knot in Leo’s stomach tighten. Mr. Harrison's voice, usually a low rumble, was starting to grate, each syllable a tiny hammer tap behind Leo’s eyes.
By HAADI2 months ago in Education