Usman Ali

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I Will Win Until I Die
I Will Win Until I Die Every human being is born into a world of uncertainty, adversity, and change. Some people succumb to the weight of their struggles, while others rise above them, fuelled by an indomitable willpower and unshakable belief in themselves. The phrase "I will win until I die" is not just a mantra—it is a declaration of war against defeat, a promise made to oneself to never surrender, no matter how brutal the odds. It is the essence of grit, persistence, and courage in the face of a world that often tries to beat us down.
By Usman Ali 8 months ago in Motivation
Birth of New Business
In today’s fast-evolving global economy, the birth of a new business is more than just an entrepreneurial endeavor—it’s a response to change, a leap of faith, and often, a bold statement of purpose. Startups and small ventures have become symbols of innovation, adaptability, and resilience, and their emergence continues to shape the way we work, consume, and connect. Whether born out of necessity, ambition, or a creative spark, each new business carries the promise of transformation.
By Usman Ali 8 months ago in Education
"I’m Alone
The world ended not with a bang, but with silence. It’s strange how quickly noise fades. One day, I was walking through a busy street, the air filled with the honking of impatient drivers, the chatter of passersby, and the distant hum of life happening all around. The next day, the silence came like a tidal wave, washing away everything I once took for granted.
By Usman Ali 8 months ago in Men
My First Date With Her
I had planned it out a dozen different ways. A walk in the park? Too cliché. Dinner and a movie? Too safe. Karaoke? Too bold. After hours of overthinking and two calls to my best friend, I finally settled on a little rooftop café downtown that I’d seen on Instagram. It looked like the kind of place where first dates turned into long-term love stories. Or so I hoped.
By Usman Ali 8 months ago in Pride
Focus on What Matters
Ethan McCallister stood at the window of his twelfth-floor apartment, sipping coffee that had long gone cold. Below him, the city pulsed—car horns, rushed footsteps, flashing advertisements. Everyone was in a hurry. Everyone had something to prove. For a long time, he had been one of them.
By Usman Ali 8 months ago in Motivation
"The Tattoos on Her Body"
She never planned on having so many tattoos. In fact, the first one had been a reckless decision—a whim born from heartbreak and a bottle of cheap vodka in a downtown parlor that smelled like incense and second chances. But over the years, they had grown—crawling across her skin like vines, whispering secrets of a life that refused to be forgotten.
By Usman Ali 8 months ago in Art
A Day Without You
The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue on the empty side of the bed. The sheets were still rumpled from the night before, and her scent lingered faintly in the air—lavender and something uniquely her. I reached out instinctively, half-asleep, expecting to find her there. But all I felt was cold fabric and the hollow ache of her absence.
By Usman Ali 8 months ago in Humans
Echoes of the Self
Rick Henry Christopher was an ordinary man with a not-so-ordinary habit. He talked to himself—not just muttered under his breath or practiced speeches in the mirror, but full-blown conversations, as though there were another soul trapped within him, waiting for a turn to speak. It had never seemed odd to him. He called it “thinking out loud.” His friends called it eccentric. His family, after many attempts to fix him, simply called it Rick being Rick.
By Usman Ali 8 months ago in Humans
Never Give Up
The sun had barely risen over the quiet town of Willow Creek when 14-year-old Marcus Reynolds tightened the laces of his worn-out sneakers. Today was tryout day—the day he’d been working toward for months. He stood in front of the cracked mirror in his room, brushing the sleep from his eyes and silently reciting the words that had become his personal mantra: “Never give up.”
By Usman Ali 8 months ago in Motivation
Ink-Stained Petals
The more I stand to lose, the more I hesitate to hold. And isn’t that the cruel contradiction of wanting love? Scattered pages surround me, thoughts I’ve written and rewritten, marked by ink and fear. And right in the middle—like a drop of blood in snow—rests a single rose. Whole. Beautiful. Alone.
By Usman Ali 8 months ago in Writers
Unchained Horizons
The sky was bruised with clouds, swollen and heavy, hanging over the broken link of chain that lay abandoned on the asphalt. Beyond it stood a wall—tall, whitewashed, cruelly clean—ringed with barbed wire and crowned with silence. A metal ladder leaned against it like a whisper of rebellion. This was not just any wall. It was a divider of lives, of truths, of past and future. And the chain, once taut with containment, now lay slack and shattered.
By Usman Ali 8 months ago in Pride
She is a Moon
She is a moon— not merely reflection, but the gravity that commands tides. Not a borrowed glow, but a presence—steady, resilient, and impossible to dismiss.
By Usman Ali 8 months ago in Poets