Ahmed Rayhan
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Writer, observer, and occasional overthinker. I use words to explore moments, memories, and the spaces in between. Welcome to my corner of Vocal—where stories find their shape and thoughts find their voice.
Stories (15)
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The Window with the Yellow Curtains
The apartment across the street had always been empty. I could see the entire structure from the window in my bedroom: sun- and time-worn brick, chipped and crooked balconies, like teeth that had forgotten how to bite. However, a particular second-floor window stood out. The bright yellow curtains had been drawn shut for a long time.
By Ahmed Rayhan7 months ago in Humans
The Firefly That Never Dies
Every summer, the people of Durgapur spoke of the never-dying firefly. Even in the heaviest downpours, it danced just above the paddy fields and glowed brighter than the moon. It was thought to be the spirit of a long-dead saint who looked after the land, blessed the crops, and punished those who broke the rules.
By Ahmed Rayhan8 months ago in Fiction
The Whisper Beneath the Banyan Tree
In the sleepy village of Sonarpur, time moved slowly. The days were measured by the rising sun and the evening call to prayer, and news traveled not through phones or papers, but through mouths—mouths that whispered, gossiped, and sometimes, invented.
By Ahmed Rayhan8 months ago in Fiction
Static in the Signal
It started with a flicker. A blinking cursor. A screen that wouldn’t load. Jamie slammed his laptop shut like it had betrayed him — again. Third time this week. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his face, feeling the texture of another sleepless night creeping into his skin.
By Ahmed Rayhan8 months ago in Fiction
The Subtle Art of White Lies: When Truth Takes a Gentle Pause
In the intricate tapestry of human interactions, honesty is often hailed as the best policy. Yet, nestled within our daily conversations are the subtle threads of white lies—those seemingly innocuous falsehoods told to spare feelings, avoid conflict, or maintain social harmony. While they may appear harmless, white lies occupy a complex space in our moral and ethical landscape, prompting us to question their true impact on our relationships and society at large.
By Ahmed Rayhan8 months ago in Humans
Where the Light Finds You
There’s something quietly defiant about a lighthouse. It stands at the edge of everything—stone and sea, silence and storm—rooted in solitude. It does not chase the darkness or tame the ocean. It simply shines. A single unwavering light in a world where everything else moves, changes, or disappears.
By Ahmed Rayhan8 months ago in Chapters
The Price of Everything, The Value of Nothing
We live in a world increasingly defined by what we can measure—time, money, clicks, data. The more quantifiable something is, the more “real” it becomes. But what happens when the things that matter most—love, trust, imagination, presence—slip through the cracks of our metrics? In an age of artificial intelligence, digital convenience, and hyper-efficiency, a quiet question echoes beneath the hum of servers and screens: What do we really value anymore?
By Ahmed Rayhan8 months ago in Futurism
Lethal 1.0 [p-2]
after first part, Anyway, let's get to the main story. It happened at 9:20 this morning. Meena, Jhuli and I were sitting at the table having breakfast. Comrade was standing by the window in my computer lab, charging himself from the sun. If Comrade is charged for a day, he can provide a very good backup for a maximum of ten days. Jhuli walks slowly past us and is heading towards my science lab. The lab door is open. Because of Jhuli, all the harmful substances in the lab are carefully kept. Jhuli can now stand on her own feet.
By Ahmed Rayhan9 months ago in Futurism
Lethal 1.0 [P-1]
Ausaf Mahathir. Even though people call me a scientist with the prefix A, I do not have the qualifications to be called a scientist. If I had committed suicide, no one would have known how terrible my birth would have been for the people of this world. Maybe every person should know that before creating a poison, it is always necessary to think about its antidote. I want everyone to learn from my fate. I have spent most of my thirty-two years of life planning to build robots. I did not even have time to take care of my wife and children. About a year and a half after my marriage, both my parents were killed. I still do not know how to solve the mystery of who killed them or why.
By Ahmed Rayhan9 months ago in Futurism
