Osman Ahmed
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People bring them in under their coats like wet smuggled birds, such as the person who said something that split a room, the smell of rain on nappy street, and despite their father only telling his son about cries of anger. This is just an example. With their arms crossed to prevent them from spitting out, I approach the counter with the plastic smile my mom gave me. The smile signifies: You are not the antecedent.' You aren't alone. Also: We can help.
By Osman Ahmed5 months ago in Fiction
All the Notes Were Blue
I never had to learn any other language except for music.'". It came: the sound of my mum’s slogging footsteps through the kitchen door, the noise of dad’s growling whistle after work, how the radio cracked open on Sunday morning. Almost everyone has their preferred music color, which includes bright reds and hopeful yellow hued notes to warm golden gems. The notes were all blue throughout my existence.
By Osman Ahmed5 months ago in Psyche
The Whispering Key of Blackwood Manor
The telegram had an old-fashioned feel, with thick cream paper and black ink that ran through it. It was the sort of thing I would have found amusing if it had been delivered today. It conveyed in three sentences that my great-aunt Helena had passed away and had left Blackwood Manor to me. The envelope was secured with a key, an old-fashioned iron piece tied up with black thread. According to the courier, the house had been waiting....
By Osman Ahmed5 months ago in Horror
I Never Looked Twice at My Neighbor—Until I Found Out She Was a Secret Grammy-Nominated Artist
I always believed that I was familiar with every individual on my peaceful suburban street.... Everybody waved from behind our morning Starbucks, sometimes we got some sugar on the line, and sometimes I scuffed up the mailbox. Among them, the neighbor I barely noticed was her. She possessed a poised and delicate disposition. The kind of individual who maintained her garden at 6 years old. Unassuming packages were returned at the front entrance in the early morning. Never flashy. Just there.
By Osman Ahmed5 months ago in Humans
The Silent Energy Killer You're Ignoring (Hint: It’s Not Sleep)
You emerge from bed after having slept for 8 hours. ". You maintain a strict diet, exercise regularly and adhere to water-based diets. However... by 2PM, you're slogging through mental mud. Your coffee fails. Your focus shatters. The sensation of exhaustion and indecision monopolizes your day. Sound familiar?
By Osman Ahmed6 months ago in Psyche
This 60-Second Ritual Will Recharge Your Body & Mind
Is it true that life moves at a rapid pace? You wake up one minute, then head to emailing, meeting with friends, running errands, etc. Soon enough, you are exhausted, weighed down with emotions and completely lost in mind. Sound familiar? We have all been there. Finding a peaceful moment in our constantly connected world can feel like searching for elusive needles in haystacks.
By Osman Ahmed6 months ago in Lifehack
The Day You Forgot Me
Prologue: The last time you knew my name._________ The morning you forgot, the sun grew bright and uninteresting. I observed you pour coffee into your preferred blue mug, which had a chipped handle from the third anniversary celebration when you dropped it. A song that you didn't recognize but hummed out loud.
By Osman Ahmed6 months ago in Humans
The Last Watch
As the sun began to fade, warm orange and crimson colors were seen scattered across a battered landscape where silence was now dominant. Trees stood like crooked skeletons. Mild and green soil was hardened and scarred by the war.. Soft screams were heard in the fields, but the breeze was too gentle for their surroundings.
By Osman Ahmed6 months ago in Serve
"Whispers in the Leaves"
Long ago, there was an old oak under a meadow with rolling hills and golden grass in the background, quiet as hell. Age wore off its thick, bushy trunk and extended branches like large, open arms.... The leaves were inhabited by birds, squirrels, and insects. Through generations, the tree had been keeping watch over the land, enduring thunderous storms, burning summers and gentle springs in winter. It maintained peace without disturbance.
By Osman Ahmed6 months ago in Fiction
