Who is God?

That's what matters

 I’m proud of myself because I survived the days I thought I couldn’t . The moments when the weight of the world felt unbearable, and I didn’t know how I would make it to the next hour—let alone the next day—I made it through. I held on, even when everything in me wanted to let go. I kept going, step by step, even when the path was unclear, even when it felt like there was no path at all. Surviving those days wasn’t easy. It wasn’t graceful or pretty. It was messy, painful, and raw. But I did it. I showed up for myself when no one else could. I found strength I didn’t know I had and pushed forward, even when it felt like I had nothing left to give. That’s something to be proud of. Sometimes, survival looks like getting out of bed when your heart is heavy. Other times, it’s simply breathing through the pain, sitting in the silence, and letting the tears fall without shame. Survival isn’t about perfection or having it all together—it’s about choosing to stay, to fight, to heal, and ...

About Me

  I am Zonaid Rafi. This is my first blog. I love to read books, quotes and biographies. The human

Zonaid Rafi

mind is a critical thing as I know. Human behaviour is also a mystery. How the mind works always attracts me. As a human being, I always try to develop my attitude and thinking. For this reason, I read too much in my daily life. I create this blog to share with others what I read and learnt. 

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