For decades, children who didn’t sit still, didn’t follow instructions, or didn’t fit the mold were given labels. Some were called “naughty.” Others were told they were “slow.” And...
By Naazi Morad There’s a quiet grief that settles in when a seasoned employee is asked to step aside, not because they’ve failed, but because they’ve aged. In boardrooms...
By: Naazi Morad Reclaiming space, rewriting love, and healing the wounds we were taught to ignore.There’s a quiet kind of heartbreak that comes when you realize the people closest...
Get well soon: My Naazi Morad Without our health, we are nothing.Whether you’re self-employed, working under a boss, a devoted housewife, or navigating unemployment your ability to show up...
When Fear Speaks Louder Than Healing: Facing Trauma with Courage By: Naazi Morad Trauma is like a shadow, silent, sometimes shapeless, always lingering. It doesn’t knock politely. It enters...
A Psychological Portrait of Coercive Control She didn’t fall in love, she fell under hypnosis. Reclaiming Her Soul from the Puppet Master She was once radiant. Rooted in her...
A Mother’s Unwavering Will –Written by Naazi Morad. 🌿Life often presents us with diagnoses, labels, and limitations; but what if we refuse to accept them? 🕊️This is the story...