The Narratives – Mohamed Miah

The-Narratives | Mohamed Miah

There’s a difference between wealth and taste. Between wanting to be seen, and wanting to feel whole. I’ve never been rich — but I’ve always loved things with soul. A certain type of silence. A certain type of detail. A certain type of meaning.

I don’t chase flashy brands. I chase feeling. Give me suede sneakers over red soles. A well-cut Oxford shirt over a screaming logo. A Citizen watch with a story over a Rolex that’s more about who’s looking. I like to know why something was made — not just how much it cost.

Some people spend money to be loud. I spend mine to be comfortable in my own skin.

It’s Not Luxury I’m After — It’s Legacy

There’s beauty in the things that whisper. A business class seat on offer, not for ego — but because I value my joints, my peace, my moment. A first-class train upgrade, when I’ve done the hard week and just want room to think. A quiet corner of a jazz set, with a soft drink in hand and music that feels like memory.

Once a year, I might light a cigar — not to impress, but to pause. To let time slow down. To remember I’m still here. Still breathing. Still tasting life.

I Dress Like I’m Holding Myself Together

Not for the world. Not for compliments. But because a clean polo, a fitted blazer, a well-worn pair of chinos…

They help me feel present.

Even if it’s just a walk to the shop, I want to walk like I matter, not to anyone else, but to me.

My backpack isn’t designer — it’s leather or canvas, well-built, weathered like me.

My Apple gadgets aren’t status — they’re tools. Precision, style, simplicity. My sunglasses don’t need to shout. They just need to shield.

Give Me Stories, Not Screens

I’d rather read a newspaper with coffee than scroll dead-eyed through timelines.

Give me a paperback with dog-eared corners, a cafe table outside, and a pastry that crumbles just right.

Give me a historic building with bricks that remember war, revolution, or worship. Let me sit with that. Take it in. Feel the weight of what came before.

These are the moments that shape me. That hold me steady when life tries to shake me.

It’s Not About Showing Off. It’s About Holding On.

To discipline. To softness. To age with meaning.

To stillness in a world that’s always faking it.

I’ve never looked down on anyone. Because I know what it’s like to be low. I’ve been the boy too shy to speak. The man trying to build himself from the inside out.

Now? I just block out all the noise. And I walk forward — with peace, and purpose.

I don’t want luxury. I want a life that feels well-made, comfortable.

Like my favourite shoes. Like my favourite moments that don’t need to be an instagram post, just a memory in my mind, that makes me smile to myself.