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Mediocrity is the silent killer.
We’ve normalized half-measures, quick fixes, and empty clout while burying excellence alive. Every time we applaud “good enough,” we kill greatness a little more.

But here’s the truth: mediocrity only survives because we let it.
Excellence isn’t dead - it’s just waiting for those willing to resist, to bleed for mastery, to demand more of themselves and the world.

Be one of the few.

Dear Daddy,

It’s been exactly a week since your soul returned to the Almighty, yet it still doesn’t feel real. Every morning and every night I find myself walking past your room, instinctively checking if you’re okay..... only to be hit with the painful reminder that you aren’t there anymore.

The memories come in waves.... sometimes gentle, sometimes overwhelming, bringing with them both immense gratitude and intense sadness.

For those who knew you, they knew you were a giant of a man. Not just in stature, but in your presence, your generosity, and the way you lived your life. You filled every space you entered with love, warmth, and dignity.

It’s the little things I miss most. The scent of your perfume in the early hours....my signal as a child that Daddy was awake, and that I was probably already late for school. Those small moments now feel like treasures. Walking the streets on many foreign lands on an adventure. Taking the wrong trains only to make a 2hr journey a 10hr journey but we never complained we always embraced the moment with you and made the most of it.

You touched so many lives, adding joy to the happiest occasions of countless families. Your legacy is stitched into the gowns and dresses people proudly wore, but even more so into the memories and emotions tied to those days. You always told me you didn't work a day in your life because you loved what you did and it wasn't work.

For me, your legacy lives on in my heart. As I face this new reality without you, I carry you with me, always by my side. I know I can never fill your shoes,they were far too big, but I promise to uphold your name, to live in a way that makes you proud. So that in the land of souls, you can smile and boast: “That’s my family.”

You worked tirelessly your whole life, and now, Daddy, it’s time for you to rest.

May the Almighty forgive your shortcomings, elevate your rank, and make your qabr a garden from the gardens of Jannah.

I love you Daddy and I miss you so much.

This Father’s Day, we don’t just celebrate.
We acknowledge.

We acknowledge the men who suffer in silence—
the ones who don’t complain, who just do.
Who show up, stay steady, stay silent,
even when they’re breaking inside.

This day is for the fathers who suffer in silence—
not because they want to be martyrs,
but because they know that peace at home often costs them a war within.

To the ones who make the hard calls—
the decisions no one else wants to make,
the ones that make you the villain in the short term,
but the protector in the long game.
You carry the consequences so others don’t have to.
That’s what men do. That’s what fathers do.

To the ones who lead with discipline—
not cruelty, not ego—
but the kind of discipline that forges character,
that teaches right from wrong,
that raises men and women ready for the real world.

To the fathers serving both roles—
who wipe tears and fix broken things,
who teach strength without shouting,
who are soft when needed but never weak.

To those watching their fathers grow old—the giants now hunched, voices quieter, eyes softer.You know what it means to honor someone with patience and presence.
The man who once seemed untouchable,
now forgetting where he left the keys.
It’s a strange shift,
watching your protector become someone who needs protection.
That, too, is fatherhood—from the other side.

To those whose fathers are no longer here—
your grief is the echo of love.
No one can take their place.
But their lessons still speak in your silence,
their strength still moves in your bones.

And to the women who had to become fathers too—
this message is yours as well.
You filled shoes that weren’t meant for you.
You stood tall in storms meant to knock you down.
You are seen. You are respected.

This Father’s Day, we salute not the perfect,
but the present.
Not the loud, but the loyal.
Not the ones who preach, but the ones who do.

So to the quiet warriors, the reluctant heroes,
the men who walk alone so their families never have to—
this is your day.
We see you.
We salute you.

Happy Father’s Day.

"To the mothers who rise each day with strength no one sees, carry burdens no one understands, and love with a heart that never asks for anything in return — thank you. You are the quiet heroes, the unwavering light, and the reason love still holds this world together. Happy Mother’s Day."

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”Do not speak bad of yourself. For the warrior within hears your words, and is lessened by them.”

Do you know who is your lord?

We were created out of love by the One who Is Love who created Love.

Yaa Rahmaan Yaa Raheem

You have been told that, even like a chain, you are as weak as your weakest link.
This is but half the truth.
You are also as strong as your strongest link.
To measure you by your smallest deed is to reckon the power of the ocean
by the frailty of its foam.
To judge you by your failures is to cast blame upon the seasons for their in constancy. - Khalil Gibran

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Shafak invites readers to reflect on the fragility of culture, the resilience of human spirit, and the silent yet powerful ways in which the past shapes the present.

At its heart, the book is a meditation on belonging and exile, on what is remembered and what is forgotten.

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