Muhammad Ahmar
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I write creative and unique stories across different genres—fiction, fantasy, and more. If you enjoy fresh and imaginative content, follow me and stay tuned for regular uploads!
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From Pills to Plants: Healing Chronic Pain Naturally
The first time I popped a painkiller for my chronic back pain, it felt like a miracle. It was a Tuesday afternoon, and a sharp ache had settled into my lower spine after years of sitting at a desk. The pill dulled the edge, letting me breathe again. That relief became my crutch for months, then years. By the time I hit a decade of dependency—swallowing ibuprofen or prescription opioids daily—I was trapped. My body ached despite the pills, my stomach churned from the side effects, and my mind felt foggy. But a shift to natural remedies, born from desperation and curiosity, changed everything. This is the story of how I moved from pills to plants, and what it taught me about healing.
By Muhammad Ahmar 8 months ago in Humans
Sleep Deprived: What 100 Nights Without 8 Hours Taught Me
The first night I didn’t get eight hours of sleep, I barely noticed. It was a Tuesday, and work had bled into the early hours. Deadlines loomed, emails pinged, and my coffee machine became my best friend. I managed five hours of sleep, maybe less. I told myself I’d catch up tomorrow. Tomorrow became next week, then next month. By the time I hit 100 nights of less than eight hours—often scraping by on four or five—I was a different person. My body, mind, and relationships bore the scars of chronic sleep deprivation, but the journey also taught me how to claw my way back.
By Muhammad Ahmar 8 months ago in Humans
The 30-Day Anxiety Detox: My Journey from Panic to Peace
It was a Tuesday morning, gray and drizzly, when I hit my breaking point. My heart was racing, my palms were sweaty, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something awful was about to happen. I was sitting at my desk, staring at an email I’d been avoiding for days, my mind spiraling into a familiar vortex of what-ifs. What if I mess this up? What if they fire me? What if I’m just not good enough? I’d had panic attacks before, but this one felt like a wake-up call. I couldn’t keep living like this. That’s when I decided to commit to a 30-day anxiety detox—a self-designed experiment to claw my way back to some semblance of peace.
By Muhammad Ahmar 8 months ago in Lifehack
The deepfake confession
It was the trial of the decade. Nathan Rourke, a quiet software engineer from Portland, sat in the defendant’s chair, eyes hollow, jaw locked tight. On the courtroom screen, a grainy video played over and over. In it, Nathan stood in a dimly lit garage, holding a bloodied wrench. The voice was his. The confession was chilling.
By Muhammad Ahmar 8 months ago in Confessions
The Algorithm That Hunts Humans
When I built the AI, I called it CASSIE—Crime Analysis System with Synthetic Intelligence Engine. What started as a pet project to train machine learning models on unsolved cold cases became something far bigger than I anticipated.
By Muhammad Ahmar 8 months ago in Futurism
Below Zero: The Isolation Cell"
Emily’s breath fogged the air as she woke with a violent shiver. Her eyelashes were stiff with frost, and her fingers ached with pain sharp enough to make her want to scream — but she couldn’t. Her throat was too dry, her lips cracked and bleeding.
By Muhammad Ahmar 8 months ago in Fiction
The Hypnotist's House
Dylan adjusted the collar of his shirt for the fifth time as he stood at the gate of an old, vine-covered mansion on the edge of town. His girlfriend, Elira, held his hand with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. He chalked it up to nerves — after all, he was meeting her family for the first time. But something in the air felt off. Thick. Too still.
By Muhammad Ahmar 8 months ago in Horror
A Horrible Accident Of My Grandma's
It was a rainy afternoon in April, the kind of day when the sky can't seem to decide whether to cry or rest. My grandmother, Lillian, had just left the community center where she volunteered every Tuesday, helping children with their reading. She loved those kids like they were her own, even at 72, and insisted on walking to the center daily, no matter the weather.
By Muhammad Ahmar 8 months ago in Families
The Stranger on the Bench
It was a gray Tuesday afternoon, the kind of day that feels like it forgot to wake up. I was sitting on a park bench, hands in my coat pockets, watching a leaf spin hopelessly in the wind. Life had lost its color for me—my career had stalled, a long-term relationship had ended, and my father had just been diagnosed with early-onset dementia. I didn’t know where to go or who I was anymore.
By Muhammad Ahmar 8 months ago in Fiction
