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Confidence demands conviction plus smartness .. Both are works of the mind and heart ... Look for motivations ... For example ; saying "10 points" is a bad motivation , it doesn't have to mean you're bad , but you need to support love more ... Love isn't only out of heart , love is part of manners ... Maybe this is where you should start from to achieve confidence ... Enhance your treatment even if it's not out of your heart , because this turns off evilness ... As I said it demands conviction and smartness ... Don't satisfy others but satisfy God\Allah with own conviction ... Never pretend because pretending is contrary to conviction ... At last, never break your self-esteem , and this doesn't mean being mean ... Again it's about conviction and smartness ...

Try to combine following the feelings with avoiding troubles ...

You should learn about Islam , prophet Muhammad said : " Religion is the treatment " ...

Good luck ..

Here is how God feels about things. Why did he select David as Saul's successor .. even though his brothers might have made a better choice by all outward appearances?

(1 Samuel 16:7) But Jehovah said to Samuel: “Do not look at his appearance and at the height of his stature, for I have rejected him. For not the way man sees [is the way God sees], because mere man sees what appears to the eyes; but as for Jehovah, he sees what the heart is.”

Excerpt from "Cyrano de Bergerac", the play by Edmond Rostand

Cyrano's Monologue describing his own nose

THE VISCOUNT: No one? But wait! I'll treat him to. . .one of my quips!. . .

See here!. . . (He goes up to Cyrano, who is watching him, and with a conceited air): Sir, your nose is. . .hmm. . .it is. . .very big!

CYRANO (gravely): Very!

THE VISCOUNT (laughing): Ha!

CYRANO (imperturbably): Is that all?. . .

THE VISCOUNT: What do you mean?

CYRANO: Ah no! young blade! That was a trifle short!

You might have said at least a hundred things

By varying the tone. . .like this, suppose,. . .

Aggressive: 'Sir, if I had such a nose I'd amputate it!'

Friendly: 'When you sup It must annoy you, dipping in your cup;

You need a drinking-bowl of special shape!'

Descriptive: ''Tis a rock!. . .a peak!. . .a cape! --

A cape, forsooth! 'Tis a peninsular!'

Curious: 'How serves that oblong capsular?

For scissor-sheath? Or pot to hold your ink?'

Gracious: 'You love the little birds, I think?

I see you've managed with a fond research

To find their tiny claws a roomy perch!'

Truculent: 'When you smoke your pipe. . .suppose

That the tobacco-smoke spouts from your nose--

Do not the neighbors, as the fumes rise higher,

Cry terror-struck: "The chimney is afire"?'

Considerate: 'Take care,. . .your head bowed low

By such a weight. . .lest head o'er heels you go!'

Tender: 'Pray get a small umbrella made,

Lest its bright color in the sun should fade!'

Pedantic: 'That beast Aristophanes Names Hippocamelelephantoles

Must have possessed just such a solid lump

Of flesh and bone, beneath his forehead's bump!'

Cavalier: 'The last fashion, friend, that hook?

To hang your hat on? 'Tis a useful crook!'

Emphatic: 'No wind, O majestic nose,

Can give THEE cold!--save when the mistral blows!'

Dramatic: 'When it bleeds, what a Red Sea!'

Admiring: 'Sign for a perfumery!'

Lyric: 'Is this a conch?. . .a Triton you?'

Simple: 'When is the monument on view?'

Rustic: 'That thing a nose? Marry-come-up!

'Tis a dwarf pumpkin, or a prize turnip!'

Military: 'Point against cavalry!'

Practical: 'Put it in a lottery!

Assuredly 'twould be the biggest prize!'

Or. . .parodying Pyramus' sighs. . .

'Behold the nose that mars the harmony

Of its master's phiz! blushing its treachery!'

--Such, my dear sir, is what you might have said,

Had you of wit or letters the least jot:

But, O most lamentable man!--of wit

You never had an atom, and of letters

You have three letters only!--they spell ***!

And--had you had the necessary wit,

To serve me all the pleasantries I quote

Before this noble audience. . .e'en so,

You would not have been let to utter one--

Nay, not the half or quarter of such jest!

I take them from myself all in good part,

But not from any other man that breathes!

DE GUICHE (trying to draw away the dismayed viscount):

Come away, Viscount!

THE VISCOUNT (choking with rage): Hear his arrogance!

A country lout who. . .who. . .has got no gloves!

Who goes out without sleeve-knots, ribbons, lace!

CYRANO: True; all my elegances are within.

I do not prank myself out, puppy-like;

My toilet is more thorough, if less gay;

I would not sally forth--a half-washed-out

Affront upon my cheek--a conscience

Yellow-eyed, bilious, from its sodden sleep,

A ruffled honor,. . .scruples grimed and dull!

I show no bravery of shining gems.

Truth, Independence, are my fluttering plumes.

'Tis not my form I lace to make me slim,

But brace my soul with efforts as with stays,

Covered with exploits, not with ribbon-knots,

My spirit bristling high like your mustaches,

I, traversing the crowds and chattering groups

Make Truth ring bravely out like a clash of spurs!

Fear isnt real it is the product of thoughts within the mind.