Ali Rehman
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“The Day Fear Stood Still”
The Day Fear Stood Still By [Ali Rehman] Fear had always been his quiet companion. Elias was not a coward — at least, that’s what he told himself. He simply preferred comfort over confrontation, silence over risk, and the predictable rhythm of his small, careful life. He avoided arguments, heights, new beginnings, and anything that asked him to step beyond what he already knew.
By Ali Rehman3 months ago in Motivation
“The Girl Who Spoke in Rain light”
The Girl Who Spoke in Rainlight By [Ali Rehman] There once was a girl who cried beautifully. When she wept, her tears didn’t fall like water — they shimmered like melted glass, each drop catching light in a thousand quiet colors. The villagers said her sadness sang; that her sobs were symphonies, and her tears, rainlight.
By Ali Rehman3 months ago in Humans
Letters to the Universe
Letters to the Universe By [Ali Rehman] Every night, she wrote to the universe. Not to a god, nor to a person — but to that vast, invisible expanse that stretched beyond the stars. She didn’t expect answers, didn’t ask for miracles. She only wanted to be heard.
By Ali Rehman3 months ago in Poets
“The Girl Who Remembered Tomorrow”
The Girl Who Remembered Tomorrow By [Ali Rehman] Rain tapped against the windows of the small café like a heartbeat that wouldn’t calm. Outside, the city slept uneasily under a gray sky, its streets washed in neon reflections. Inside, Mira Langford stirred her coffee for the third time, not because she wanted to drink it — but because she couldn’t stop shaking.
By Ali Rehman3 months ago in Criminal
“The Photographer Who Captured Death”
The Photographer Who Captured Death By [Ali Rehman] Elias had always believed that photography was about capturing moments — the split seconds where a person’s soul could be glimpsed through their eyes, their smile, or even their silence. For years, he had chased the perfect shot, building a reputation as one of the finest portrait photographers in the city. His studio was small but warm, filled with old cameras, faded photographs, and the quiet hum of creativity.
By Ali Rehman3 months ago in Criminal
“The Man Who Collected Goodbyes”
The Man Who Collected Goodbyes By [Ali Rehman] The rhythmic clatter of wheels against steel was a familiar sound to Henry, the train conductor of the old midnight line that cut through sleepy towns and bustling cities alike. Each night, as he paced the length of the train, collecting tickets and greeting passengers, Henry did something unusual—he collected goodbyes.
By Ali Rehman3 months ago in Humans
“The Umbrella in Apartment 17”
The Umbrella in Apartment 17 By [Ali Rehman] The hallway outside Apartment 17 was dimly lit and usually quiet. It was the kind of space most people hurried through without a second glance—just a passage from the door to the world beyond. But for years, there was one small, forgotten object that quietly connected the lives of strangers: an old, battered umbrella.
By Ali Rehman3 months ago in Humans
“My Mother’s Calendar”
My Mother’s Calendar By [Ali Rehman] In the quiet corner of our modest kitchen hung an old, faded calendar. It was the kind of calendar you never gave much thought to—just another thing on the wall, silently marking the passage of days. But for me, it became something far more profound when I accidentally discovered its secret.
By Ali Rehman3 months ago in Humans
