The Narratives – Mohamed Miah

If I had to compare myself to an animal, it would undoubtedly be a cat. There’s something about their nature that resonates deeply with me—independent yet affectionate, observant but playful, and always carrying an air of quiet contemplation.

Cats don’t follow orders blindly. They choose who they trust, when they engage, and how they move through the world. That’s me to a tee. I’ve never been one to conform just for the sake of it. Like a cat, I take my time, read the room, and decide when to give my energy. It’s not arrogance, just a matter of analysing people.

They also have that duality—solitary yet social. I enjoy my space, my thoughts, my work, but I can also be the life of the gathering when I choose. A cat will curl up in the quiet corner but, when the mood strikes, will leap into action, chasing after something that catches its eye. That balance between stillness and movement, detachment and connection, is something I’ve always understood.

And let’s not forget, cats are fiercely loyal in their own way. Not the over-the-top, tail-wagging kind of loyalty, but a deeper, unspoken bond. If they let you into their world, it means something. That’s me. If you’re in my life, you’re there because I trust you, because you’ve earned your place.

So, yes, if I were an animal, I’d be a cat—watchful, independent, protective of my energy, but deeply loyal to those who matter. Also, I wouldn’t say no to a warm spot in the sun and the occasional stretch of absolute laziness.