Ali Rehman
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“Letters to Myself”
Letters to Myself By [Ali Rehman] There is a quiet magic in writing a letter to yourself — a message cast like a bottle into the endless sea of time. It’s a conversation that transcends years, a bridge between who you were, who you are, and who you hope to become.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Motivation
“Voices of the Creators”
Voices of the Creators By [Ali Rehman] In a small, sunlit café tucked away from the noisy streets of the city, a group of creators gathered once a month to share their stories — the stories behind their stories, the voices that shaped their art. They called it the “Voices of the Creators” series: intimate conversations that brought light to the hidden moments, the doubts, and the triumphs of those who create.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Fiction
“Whispers of the Unknown”
Whispers of the Unknown By [Ali Rehman] The village of Eldermoor sat at the edge of the world — or at least, that’s what the locals believed. Nestled between misty woods and an endless stretch of twilight sky, it was a place forgotten by time, where strange things whispered on the wind and shadows danced just beyond sight.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Fiction
“Echoes From the Past”
Echoes From the Past Weekly Stories and Poems Reflecting on Memory and History By [Ali Rehman] Every Sunday evening, I sit by the window with a cup of tea and an old leather-bound journal, the edges worn from years of use. The house is quiet, save for the occasional creak of settling wood and the soft rustling of leaves outside. This has become my ritual — a sacred moment where I reach back into the folds of time and bring forth stories and poems inspired by memories and history.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Motivation
“The Heart’s Compass”
The Heart’s Compass A Journey Through Intuition and Trust By [Ali Rehman] For most of my life, I navigated the world with my head — logic, reason, and planning were my guides. I believed that every decision could be mapped, calculated, and controlled. Yet, deep inside, something whispered a different truth — a soft, persistent pull I couldn’t quite name.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Poets
“Fragments of a Forgotten Song”
Fragments of a Forgotten Song Poetry about memory and longing By [Ali Rehman] There’s a melody hiding just beyond the edges of my mind — faint, elusive, like the whisper of a dream dissolving with dawn. It’s a song I once knew, a song that belonged to a time when the world felt fuller, softer, and somehow more infinite.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Poets
“The Dance of Impermanence”
The Dance of Impermanence Finding peace in change and loss By [Ali Rehman] Change has a rhythm all its own — unpredictable, sometimes chaotic, yet undeniably beautiful. It sweeps through life like a dancer whose steps are both graceful and relentless. For years, I resisted this dance, clinging to the familiar, fearing the inevitable losses that come with change. But eventually, I learned to move with it — to find peace in impermanence.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Poets
“Silent Conversations”
Silent Conversations Exploring what’s left unsaid between souls By [Ali Rehman] There’s a peculiar kind of conversation that doesn’t need words. A dialogue that exists in the pauses, the glances, the breaths held just a little too long. It’s the language of what’s left unsaid — those silent conversations that live between souls.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Poets
“The Architecture of Dreams”
The Architecture of Dreams A poetic story about building hope from fragments By [Ali Rehman] I was told once that dreams are fragile things—soft, vaporous, easily broken by the noise of the waking world. But I’ve learned they’re not fragile at all. They are architectural. They require blueprints, foundations, a quiet kind of engineering that begins in the soul.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Poets
“How I Turned Rejection Into Fuel”
How I Turned Rejection Into Fuel Transforming setbacks into motivation By [Ali Rehman] Rejection used to terrify me. It felt like a mirror cracking — not because it reflected something ugly, but because I had placed all my worth inside that reflection. Every “no,” every unanswered email, every door that didn’t open — it all sounded like, you’re not good enough.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Motivation
