KAMRAN AHMAD
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Creative digital designer, lifelong learning & storyteller. Sharing inspiring stories on mindset, business, & personal growth. Let's build a future that matters_ one idea at a time.
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The Boy Who Didn’t Look Away
I was seventeen the first time I saw someone truly lose—and not just lose, but lose in front of everyone. It was a school assembly. A poetry contest. My friend Mateo had spent weeks writing a piece about his mother’s hands—how they cracked from cleaning other people’s houses, how they still braided his little sister’s hair every morning before dawn. He stood at the mic, voice trembling at first, then rising like a song. For three minutes, the gym was silent. Then he finished. And no one clapped.
By KAMRAN AHMAD15 days ago in Journal
The Boy in the Rain
I didn’t go for the game. I went for my nephew. He’s twelve, wears a faded jersey two sizes too big, and talks about football like it’s scripture. “It’s not just running and tackling, Uncle,” he’d said, eyes wide. “It’s about heart. About who shows up when no one’s watching.”
By KAMRAN AHMAD15 days ago in Geeks
The Night Football Felt Like Church
I’d never been to Lambeau Field. I wasn’t a diehard fan. I didn’t own a jersey. I couldn’t name the starting quarterback. But when my brother called in late November—voice hoarse from crying—he didn’t ask for advice. He just said, “Come with me to the game. I can’t go alone.”
By KAMRAN AHMAD15 days ago in Journal
The Year I Watched the Light Fall
I didn’t plan to watch the countdown that year. 2025 had worn me thin—layoffs, loss, the kind of loneliness that makes even your own voice feel like a stranger. By December, I’d stopped believing in fresh starts. New Year’s Eve felt like a cruel joke: a world celebrating while I was just trying to survive the night.
By KAMRAN AHMAD15 days ago in Journal
The Night I Learned to Hope Again
I never believed in New Year’s Eve. For years, I called it a corporate fantasy—a glittery distraction sold to people who needed to believe time could be reset like a clock. I rolled my eyes at the countdowns, the fireworks, the forced resolutions. Hope, I thought, wasn’t something you found on a screen. It was something you earned in silence, alone.
By KAMRAN AHMAD15 days ago in Journal
The Boy Who Watched the Giant
I went to the game for my nephew. He’s ten, wears his hair in a messy bun, and talks about basketball like it’s poetry written in motion. “You gotta see him, Uncle,” he’d said the night before, bouncing on his toes. “He’s like a superhero who plays basketball.”
By KAMRAN AHMAD15 days ago in The Chain
The Night the World Held Its Breath
I don’t remember most New Year’s Eves. But I remember the one in 2020. The world was silent. Streets were empty. And yet, at 11:59 p.m., I sat alone on my couch, eyes fixed on a glowing sphere in a city I’d never visited, tears streaming as strangers on screen counted down to a year none of us were sure we’d survive.
By KAMRAN AHMAD15 days ago in Unbalanced
The Day the Roses Taught Me to Slow Down
I didn’t understand the Rose Parade as a child. To me, it was just pretty flowers on strange machines, marching bands in matching uniforms, and my grandfather’s insistence that we watch it every single January 1st, no matter what.
By KAMRAN AHMAD15 days ago in Unbalanced
The Song That Brought Him Back
After my mother passed, grief settled into our home like winter fog—thick, gray, and impossible to ignore. He stopped whistling while fixing the sink. Stopped tapping his boot to the oldies station. Even his laugh, once so loud it startled the dogs, vanished into a silence so heavy it filled every room. For two years, he moved through life like a man walking in someone else’s shoes. So when he said, voice barely above a whisper, “Let’s go south for New Year’s,” I didn’t ask why. I just booked the tickets.
By KAMRAN AHMAD16 days ago in Beat
New Year Countdown 2026
Introduction I’ve never been to Times Square on New Year’s Eve. I’ve never stood in the cold, shoulder-to-shoulder with strangers, breath visible in the winter air. But for as long as I can remember, I’ve been there in spirit—on my couch, wrapped in a blanket, eyes fixed on a glowing orb descending through the New York night.
By KAMRAN AHMAD16 days ago in Journal
Is Eleven Dead?
Introduction Since the day she emerged from the lab with a shaved head and a world of power in her eyes, Eleven has been the heart of Stranger Things. So when fans search “Did Eleven die in Stranger Things?” or “Is Eleven alive?,” the question isn’t just about plot—it’s about saying goodbye to a character who symbolizes resilience, love, and the cost of heroism.
By KAMRAN AHMAD16 days ago in Unbalanced
