Welcome to nabī.com!

Everyone wants a prophet – someone to fix things, speak wisely, carry burdens, stay calm while the world spins out of control, predict what happens next,  … and take the blame when it doesn’t.

I’m an HR professional – expected to fix problems without power, work without resources, listen to every wimp, and absorb nonsense with a straight face. But behind the role? I’m tired.

So here I am – on a website you probably won’t even find, thanks to the long ‘ī’ in Nabī. Fitting, right?

This space is my voice. Unfiltered. Anonymous, but painfully real.
It’s my (possibly temporary, possibly permanent) escape.
I’ve given myself three months to decide: fight or flight.

Here, you’ll find stories from the trenches – not just the office kind.
The awkward, frustrating, sometimes hilarious mess of work, life, people, expectations, and my own brain. From personal encounters to corporate absurdities to internet finds – it’s all here.

If you’ve ever felt like you’re one policy away from screaming into the void – you’re not alone! Wecome!!