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For over thirty years, extremist groups have been used to justify wars, surveillance and Islamophobia while harming Muslims more than anyone else. This piece explores how these movements were shaped, infiltrated and weaponised to attack Muslim identity, and why the real face of Islam is found in everyday acts of compassion.
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Dr Aafia Siddiqui’s story is the glitch in the matrix the world wasn’t ready for — a mother who disappeared with her children, reappeared alone, and became the one detainee the War on Terror could never explain or release. While other mistaken prisoners walked free, she remains buried under an 86-year sentence. This is the…
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Cinema is supposed to entertain, but Bollywood has quietly turned it into a political tool. By recycling the Muslim and Pakistani villain again and again, it mirrors Hollywood’s old propaganda model while exhausting audiences who are craving real stories, not manufactured enemies.
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Britain keeps insisting Muslims are the problem, while ignoring the truth: we are one of the strongest defences against the hate tearing this country apart. As fear rises and politicians fuel division, the real danger isn’t Islam — it’s the narrative built to silence the compassion, justice and integrity Muslims bring to Britain.
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From the spin of atoms to the twist of DNA, creation leans one way — revealing the balance, beauty, and warning within Allah’s design.
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Mohamed Miah | The Narratives They tell us it’s tyranny. But to those who live it, it’s mercy. For decades, Western politicians and media outlets have deliberately twisted the meaning of Sharia law. They present it as a threat — a dark, foreign system creeping into “their” societies — when in truth, it’s nothing more
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A raw reflection on war, hypocrisy, and the stench of power — where leaders trade lives for profit while the faithful grieve, remember, and rise through truth. “The Stench of Power” is a cry from the heart of the Ummah: disgust at injustice, anchored in faith that Allah’s justice never forgets.
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Mohamed Miah | The Narratives A Misleading Word for a Violent Reality We call it “domestic abuse” — but there’s nothing domestic about it. That word almost makes it sound like a private household issue, something that belongs behind closed doors. It hides the truth: this is violence. It’s psychological warfare that destroys souls, generations,
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Mohamed Miah | The Narratives Money, wealth, gold, silver, diamonds — none of it is real.It’s all an illusion built by human hands. A system of belief stronger than any religion, where faith isn’t placed in God, but in paper, plastic, and pixels. Who gave gold its value?Who decided diamonds were rare?Who said a printed
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Mohamed Miah | the-narratives.com A reflection on the myth of “integration” and the hypocrisy of modern politics. So now the right-wing politicians are spinning a new narrative — integration. Do they not realise that they are the ones who created the very divisions they’re complaining about? Back in the 60s, 70s, 80s and even 90s,
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Mohamed Miah | the-narratives.com A Deep, Unshakable Sickness Lately, my chest tightens and my stomach knots when I hear someone who looks like me — same skin, same roots — spit on the very people we once were. It’s a sickness that goes beyond politics. It’s spiritual. It’s generational. It’s grief. I feel it when
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Mohamed Miah | The Narratives There are moments when tears fall, silent and true, Memories awaken, they come flooding through. The smell, the touch, the sound of her near, Alive in the shadows, alive in the tear. I remember her, yes — but more than her face, The struggle, the madness, the loneliest place. Nothing
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Mohamed Miah | The Narratives Why Weak Punishment Fuels Crime and Shame in Our Communities Every few months, the headlines hit again: another grooming gang, another attack on worshippers, another child abused. Too often it’s men, sometimes with families, living double lives while preying on the vulnerable. Let’s call it what it is: sickness. These
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Mohamed Miah | The Narratives A Girl Behind the Fire Door She is twelve. Her earliest memories are not of playgrounds or kitchens filled with family smells, but of anonymous hotel corridors, fire doors covered with plastic bags, and bathrooms turned into makeshift kitchens. Her parents fled war. They thought Britain meant safety. Instead, they
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Mohamed Miah | The Narratives When the rich tighten their grip, the cracks begin to show. History has taught us that corruption does not last forever — it collapses like dominoes, one by one, until the illusion can no longer hold. South Asia: The Cracks Begin to Show India once believed it could dominate South
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Mohamed Miah | The Narratives The hidden hum of existence Silence, as we imagine it, does not exist. Sit in a forest or stand alone at night and you will still hear the shifting of leaves, the beating of your heart, or the faint rush of wind. Science now tells us the universe itself is
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Mohamed Miah | The Narratives The race for the front row Sometimes I look around at my own community, and I feel we’ve lost sight of what faith truly means. Especially among us South Asians, there’s this mindset that religion has become a competition, a constant need to prove ourselves in front of others rather
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Mohamed Miah | The Narratives Capitalism is a system that survives on emptiness. It thrives when people are insecure, when they look in the mirror and believe they are not enough — not young enough, not beautiful enough, not successful enough. The engine of the modern West is built on dissatisfaction: endless upgrades, constant rebranding,
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Mohamed Miah | The Narratives The Colonial Birth of an Empire Unilever was never built on fairness or sustainability. It was born in empire and exploitation. In 1885, William Hesketh Lever founded Lever Brothers in the UK, producing Sunlight Soap. Lever marketed it with a moral slogan: “Cleanliness is next to godliness.” To the British
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Mohamed Miah | The Narratives There are countries that carry love on their name, and others that carry hate. Not because of the soil, the food, or the people, but because of the weight of history and the cruelty of foreign policy. A flag may be a source of pride to one nation, but to
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Mohamed Miah | The Narratives We keep telling ourselves it’s the rulers’ fault. Egypt, Saudi, Pakistan, Turkey, Jordan, Bangladesh, Morocco — their leaders sold out, they betrayed us, they are cowards. And that’s true. But what about us — the people? What excuse do we have? When children starve behind fences, when babies reach out
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Mohamed Miah | The Narratives What Taghut Really Means Taghut refers to anything that diverts people from the oneness of Allah: false deities, tyrannical rulers demanding blind obedience, or systems of oppression that strip away justice. It is rebellion against Allah’s sovereignty. But in modern times, this concept has been twisted. Instead of guiding Muslims
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Mohamed Miah | The Narratives When most people think of their pension, they imagine a safe pot of money building quietly in the background – a promise of security after a lifetime of work. But hidden inside the Hampshire Pension Fund’s latest disclosures is something darker, millions of pounds flowing into arms manufacturers, Israeli banks,
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Mohamed Miah | The Narratives Dil ke zakhmon ka shor thamm jaayega ek din, Meri tanhai ka bojh halka ho jaayega ek din. Meri nazrein tumhein dhoondti rahengi ek din, Phir yeh nazrein thak kar band ho jaayengi ek din. Aaj bhi har raaste pe tumhari yaad aati hai, Yeh yaad bhi dil se utar
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Tell us about the last thing you got excited about. The last time I truly felt excited wasn’t about me at all, it was about my daughter. It’s funny how life changes when you’re a parent. Your victories don’t feel the same anymore. The joy you once chased in promotions, new jobs, or material things
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Mohamed Miah | The Narratives There’s something that grates on me every time I hear it, when a tourist, usually European or American, travels to another country and says it’s “dangerous,” “boring,” or “dirty.” The irony is painful. These are the same nations whose forefathers colonised, looted, and destabilised Africa, Asia, and the Middle East.
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Mohamed Miah | The Narratives A fairer property tax could finally ease the burden on working-class families. But instead of welcoming change, the wealthy are crying foul, exposing the hypocrisy that’s defined the system for decades. A system stacked against the poor Council tax in Britain has long been a broken system. Still tied to
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What motivates you? When I think about what motivates me, it always comes back to legacy. Not wealth or property, but the moments I’ll leave behind. My children are at the heart of this. They are the continuation of me, long after I’m gone. Charity is a strong part of that too. A kind word,
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What are your top ten favorite movies? Films are tied to memories, emotions, and different stages of my life. They remind me of who I was, who I am, and sometimes who I wanted to be. So here’s my list, not perfect, not fixed forever, but the ones that have stayed with me. Dilwale Dulhania
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Mohamed Miah|The Narratives Every workplace talks about inclusion. But living as a Muslim in Britain has shown me how shallow those words can be. I stepped off a train on the way to work, waiting for my taxi, when a large white man in his 30s started making monkey noises and gestures at me. For
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What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time? People expect you to say a phone, wallet or keys. The obvious stuff, the things you pat your pockets for before leaving the house. But those are just objects, tools you use to get through the day. They can be lost, replaced
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What change, big or small, would you like your blog to make in the world? When I started writing The Narratives, I wasn’t thinking about “influencing” anyone. I wasn’t chasing followers, or clicks. I just wanted to get my thoughts out, to make sense of the chaos in my head and the chaos in the
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Describe your life in an alternate universe. They say everyone has a parallel life somewhere out there — a “what if” reality where every decision went the way you wanted it to. In mine, I have the Midas touch. I go to university, smash that engineering degree, and land a high-paying job straight out of
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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
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Mohamed Miah | The Narratives Kemi Badenoch recently said, “If I wanted to keep my Nigerian values, I’d have lived in Nigeria.” At first glance, it sounds like a personal choice. A preference. But beneath it lies a troubling truth, when people of colour hold onto their culture, it’s seen as disloyal. When white Britons
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By Mohamed Miah | The Narratives Thirty Years Since Srebrenica — And We Have Learned Nothing It’s been thirty years since Srebrenica — the name that haunts every Muslim who knows what it means to be abandoned by the world. In July 1995, more than 8,000 Bosnian Muslim men and boys were slaughtered in a
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Mohamed Miah | the-narratives.com They say silence is golden — but for some women, silence is complicity. In an age where speaking the truth can get you banned, blacklisted, or even buried, there are a few brave souls who continue to raise their voices anyway. This isn’t a piece about feminism. It’s not about slogans,
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By Mohamed Miah – The Narratives A world built on false definitions You know what frustrates me? The way people throw around the word communism like it means dictatorship. Like it means evil. Like the moment a country bans McDonald’s or has no general election, it must be “communist.” They say China is communist. North
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By Mohamed Miah – The Narratives The world feels broken. Politicians lie. Billionaires profit from war. The cost of living crushes the poor while the rich buy another house. People are tired. They don’t believe in politics anymore — and honestly, who can blame them? But then someone like Zohran Mamdani shows up. A New
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Mohamed Miah| The-Narratives.com There was a time I swore I’d never be like him. The way he sat in silence, pursed lips, eyes heavy with thoughts no one could reach. The way his temper cracked like thunder out of nowhere. The unpredictability. The mistakes. The moods. The things he said that cut you so deep
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The Narratives – Mohamed Miah Winston Churchill stands tall in British mythology, the man who refused to bow to Hitler, who inspired a battered nation, and who supposedly embodied the best of Western civilisation. But this image has been carefully curated — cleansed of his darkest decisions, stripped of his unapologetic racism, and whitewashed of
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Mohamed Miah – The Narratives The Same Faces, The Same Cycle For decades, British politics has looked the same. The same two-party monopoly. The same tired faces. The same promises recycled into slightly different packaging. And at the heart of it all sits a simple truth: the Conservatives have clung to power for so long
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Mohamed Miah – The Narratives The Illusion of Knowledge We live in an age where machines stare into the abyss of space, where men in white coats tap away at supercomputers, trying desperately to capture the secrets of existence. They call it science. They call it progress. They call it knowledge. But the deeper they
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Mohamed Miah – The Narratives The Illusion of Freedom We speak of freedom as though it is something we own, something gifted to us by the sacrifices of those before us. We display it like a trophy, proud of what civilisation has apparently achieved. But the harsh truth is far less flattering. Freedom, in its
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By Mohamed Miah – The Narratives Grooming Gangs, Selective Outrage, and the Real Meaning of Justice Here we go again. Another report. Another headline. Another soundbite for the cameras. This time it’s Baroness Louise Casey telling us what so many already knew deep down, that the ethnicity of grooming gangs was “shied away from” by
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By Mohamed Miah | The Narratives The Headset We Never Take Off You ever wonder why, with all our technology, our attempts at virtual reality still feel clumsy, limited—nothing close to real life? We strap plastic headsets to our faces and think we’ve achieved something special. But the truth is, Allah gave us the original
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By Mohamed Miah | The Narratives Running Further From the One There are times I sit in silence and wonder how far we’ve drifted. Not just from each other, or from the values we once held close, but from the very source of our existence. We spend so much of our lives caught in cycles
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By Mohamed Miah | The Narratives Walk into Davidoff of London and the first thing you’ll notice isn’t the cigars — it’s the calm. The kind of calm that only comes from confidence, class, and two men who’ve mastered their craft without ever needing to show off. Edward Sahakian and his son Eddie don’t just
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By Mohamed Miah | The Narratives Once a blessing, now a trap Scattered across Bangladesh, nestled behind homes and rice fields, you’ll find the fukri — a village pond, often dug by ancestors as a simple way to survive. It was never glamorous. It wasn’t designed. But it worked. The fukri gave water where taps
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By Mohamed Miah | The Narratives The statues we build — and the truths we bury History has a funny way of favouring the brand over the man. Of editing blemishes, smoothing out contradictions, and polishing flawed figures until they’re gleaming icons for textbooks, street names, and public holidays. But the more I reflect, the
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By Mohamed Miah | The Narratives In the dusty lanes of Dhaka, where rickshaws weave through chaos and survival is a daily mission, the real Bangladesh breathes. It’s not in the towers of Gulshan, nor in the foreign condos bought with stolen funds — it’s in the sweat of the labourer, in the calloused hands
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Mohamed Miah | The Narratives There comes a point in life where you stop chasing. Not because you’ve given up, but because you’ve finally started to see clearly. See the design. The pattern. The truth. I’m not afraid of dying. Not really. When the time comes, it comes. Will I be scared? Probably. Will I
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By Mohamed Miah We are living in an age of noise—where silence is feared, depth is mocked, and value is determined by visibility. A time where pain is posted, blessings are flaunted, and gossip is no longer a sin—it’s a form of connection. The Western world has become a theatre, and everyone’s acting. I’ve watched
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What sacrifices have you made in life? Sacrifice. It’s a word that sounds noble on paper but feels brutal in real life. People often assume it’s one big, heroic act—but for me, it’s been a quiet collection of moments. Small, unseen decisions. Silent pain. And a long road of putting others before myself, even when
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What place in the world do you never want to visit? Why? There are certain places in the world that just don’t call out to me. Not because they aren’t beautiful, developed, or full of opportunity—but because when I look at them, I don’t feel the weight of time. I don’t feel the echo of
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How often do you say “no” to things that would interfere with your goals? Truth is—I barely ever say no. It’s mad, innit? I know full well what it costs me. The hours I lose, the sleep I sacrifice, the goals that stay parked while I’m out here fixing someone else’s mess. But I still
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Exploding anger, the ensuing violence.The crying kid, grown up since.These are the truths—Not an excuse. Broken doors, fractured wrists.Raised voices, lowered eyes.The past remains, no excuses,Definitely not an alibi. Guilt lingers, but I hold it in.I feel the fire, I bear the scars.These are the truths—Not an excuse. I’m not rewriting, no revisions,No softening for
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What is your favorite type of weather? If I had to live in one season forever, it’s autumn—no question. It just gets everything right. The heat’s gone, but it’s not freezing. No more sweating through clothes the second you step outside, but also no need for heavy winter layers. Just crisp, cool air that wakes
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Who was your most influential teacher? Why? Looking back, I can say with full confidence—no teacher ever influenced me. Not because I never had good ones, but because I never trusted the system they worked in. School felt like an institution designed to control, not to teach. You could only think within the box they
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How the West Loots, Divides, and Returns for More By Mohamed Miah – The Narratives There is a pattern hidden in plain sight. A cycle so obvious, yet so masterfully disguised, that most people fail to see it—even as it plays out before their eyes. The West doesn’t just exploit nations; it creates the illusion
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Say you’ll remember me When the soil smells damp, What will be my legacy— Will you be my shining lamp? Say you’ll think of me When time draws near, Will darkness descend on me? Will anyone care? Say you’ll pray for me, Tears of forgiveness, Don’t have regrets for me— Be relieved, there’s no more
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Roses & Thorns Nostalgia lingers, a whisper in time, Not just memory—but love, raw and blind. A bygone era, etched in the soul, Not just beauty, but a story untold. Love is a rose, delicate yet wild, Soft in its bloom, fierce in its trial. Thorns that cut, yet hold you tight, A wound, a
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What is one word that describes you? If I had to choose one word to describe myself, it would be “resilient.” Life has tested me in more ways than I can count—through hardship, disappointment, loss, and even moments where I questioned my own strength. I’ve seen relationships change, trust break, and responsibilities pile up faster
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What was the best compliment you’ve received? I don’t believe in compliments like that anymore. If someone gives one sincerely, then yeah, it’s kind—it says more about them than it does about me. But I don’t need them, don’t look for them, and definitely don’t let them shape how I see myself. Compliments, when you
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You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike? If I’m going cross-country, the train wins every time. There’s something about the steady rhythm of the tracks, the gentle sway of the carriage, and the absence of airport chaos or motorway monotony that makes train travel my preferred choice. It’s a way
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Who is the most confident person you know? Confidence is a veil. A mask. A performance. It doesn’t truly exist—not in the way we think it does. You see someone walk into a room, own a conversation, speak without hesitation, and you assume they’ve got it all figured out. But do we really know what’s
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How Privatisation, Not Immigration, Bankrupted the Country By Mohamed Miah | The Narratives For decades, Britain’s leaders have told a familiar story: public services are failing, prisons are overcrowded, the NHS is overstretched, and the welfare system is unsustainable. The blame, we are told, lies with immigration, an ageing population, and so-called “welfare dependency”. But
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By Mohamed Miah | The Narratives For decades, China’s rise has been an uncomfortable truth for the West. Once dismissed as a manufacturing hub for cheap electronics, the country rapidly evolved into a technological powerhouse, a global economic force, and a genuine rival to Western dominance. By 2019, China was on the brink of leading
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What strategies do you use to cope with negative feelings? Negative feelings are inevitable. They creep in when life tests you, when exhaustion sets in, or when the weight of responsibility feels a little too much. I’ve learnt that rather than letting them consume me, I have to face them head-on—but in my own way.
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What movies or TV series have you watched more than 5 times? There’s no point pretending to be cool and quoting Scarface or The Godfather like I sit around sipping coffee, analysing every frame. Don’t get me wrong—I love Pacino and De Niro, but let’s be honest, no one rewatches Oscar-winning, critically acclaimed masterpieces for
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Are you superstitious? No, I’m not superstitious. But if you’d asked me when I was younger, my answer might have been different. Growing up in a South Asian household, superstition was just part of everyday life. It wasn’t something people thought too deeply about—it was just there, woven into conversations, habits, and warnings passed down.
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Which animal would you compare yourself to and why? 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
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Write a letter to your 100-year-old self. Dear Mohamed, If you’re reading this, you made it. A century. That alone is something. But was it worth it? Did you live, really live, or did you just survive? By now, the world must be unrecognisable. Faster, colder, more artificial. Or did it finally crumble under its
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Where would you go on a shopping spree? If I had the chance for a shopping spree, there’s only one place that comes to mind—Poschim Bazar in Moulvibazar, Bangladesh. This bustling market is not just a hub of commerce but a vibrant tapestry of culture, community, and culinary delights. A Historical Marketplace Established along the
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What is your middle name? Does it carry any special meaning/significance? My middle name is Ibrahim—a name with deep roots, both spiritual and personal. It was chosen for me by my grandfather, a man of wisdom and tradition, who named me after the Prophet Ibrahim (Abraham, peace be upon him). In Islam, Ibrahim is a
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What is the last thing you learned? If it’s work-related, I learn something new every day—whether it’s a technical skill, a process, or a better way to manage situations. But if I stop and look at this from a philosophical perspective, the last thing I truly learned is about self-preservation. I’ve always tried to be
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What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain. There’s one question that always makes me sigh, “Where are you from?” It sounds simple, but it never is. I say England, because that’s where I was born and raised. But that’s never enough. “No, where are you actually from?” Ah, the real question. What
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Love isn’t enough to fight destiny. Burn your lungs, Cry, plead, and plea— But nothing will change, Nothing will work Until you learn… You were doing it wrong. Put your head on the floor. Admit it. Accept it. Let the pain spill from your chest, Let the tears fall where they belong. It doesn’t matter
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How has a failure, or apparent failure, set you up for later success? I used to see failure as an ending. A dead end. A sign that I wasn’t good enough, smart enough, or just plain lucky enough. But over the years, I’ve come to realise that failure—whether real or just the perception of it—is
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You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence? I never set out to write my own story, but looking back, I realise I’ve been writing it all along—through memories, through lessons, through the quiet spaces where life reveals its truths. Some people look at their lives as a straight path, a series of steps leading
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What are three objects you couldn’t live without? There are things we carry that define us—not just by their function, but by what they represent. Some objects become extensions of who we are, shaping our routines, our creativity, and even our memories. If I had to narrow it down to just three, these would be
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What experiences in life helped you grow the most? If there’s one thing that has shaped me more than anything else, it’s loss. Any kind of loss—whether of people, pride, or even parts of myself—has forced me to grow in ways I never expected. Loss humbles you. It strips away the illusion of control, the
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Do you believe in fate/destiny? Do I believe in fate? 100%. But do I believe we have free will? Also, yes. Sounds like a contradiction, but it’s really not. I’ve written about this before in my article Quantum Free Will: The Science of Fate, Probability, and the End Times, where I explored how quantum physics
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Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to. Some people cling to the past, struggling to say goodbye to the golden days of childhood, the carefree years of university, or the excitement of their twenties. Nostalgia grips them, making them long for what was. But for me? I’ve never had a
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If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why? If I could be someone else for a day, I’d choose to be the Prime Minister of the UK—not for the power, the prestige, or the empty speeches, but for the opportunity to do something that no leader in recent
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If you could permanently ban a word from general usage, which one would it be? Why? Language is one of the most powerful tools we have. It shapes our thoughts, defines our interactions, and carries the weight of history, culture, and identity. The words we use not only reflect who we are but also influence
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What is the biggest challenge you will face in the next six months? The next six months will be a test—of resilience, of stability, of identity. Not just for me, but for many people trying to hold things together while the world feels like it’s shifting beneath us. The economic pressures are relentless. Inflation isn’t
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What advice would you give to your teenage self? I wouldn’t change anything. The mistakes, the losses, the moments of doubt—they all had something to teach. But if I could sit with my younger self, I’d tell him a few things. Not to rewrite the past, but to help him carry it better. Be respectful,
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What is your favorite drink? If you had asked me this question a decade ago, my answer would have been simple, tea and coffee. Even now, they remain staples in my daily routine. There’s something about a well-brewed cup of tea, especially Bangladeshi-style, that feels like home. The strong, spiced aroma, the perfect blend of
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Today, I woke up to a notification that The Narratives has surpassed 10,000 all-time views. It’s a small number in the grand scheme of the internet, but for something that started as a personal space to write, reflect, and challenge mainstream narratives, it means something significant to me. When I launched this blog, I didn’t
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How AI, Austerity, and Corporate Greed Are Engineering a Population Crisis By Mohamed Miah There’s a slow war being waged against the working class, but it isn’t fought with guns or tanks. It’s fought with policies, algorithms, and economic pressure. They call it growth, efficiency, and innovation, but the reality is far more sinister: a
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Share one of the best gifts you’ve ever received. I’ve received some amazing gifts in my life—some practical, some extravagant, some unexpected. But when I really think about the best ones, they’re never about the price tag or how fancy they were. They’re the ones tied to memories, people, and moments that I can’t ever
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Write about your approach to budgeting. I could sit here and pretend I’m some financial mastermind, but let’s be real—I’m not the saver in my household. That title belongs to my wife. She’s the one who makes sure we have enough tucked away for emergencies, the future, and all the sensible things in life. Me?
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By Mohamed Miah There’s an old argument that keeps coming up, Do we really have free will, or is everything already written? It’s a question that has fuelled philosophical debates, religious discussions, and late-night conversations for centuries. But what if I told you the answer was hiding in plain sight? Not in theology alone, but
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Do you regret it?Letting go,Making them cry,Lying to serve yourself. Do you regret it?Thinking only of you,Turning your back,Leaving scars they can’t undo. Do you regret it though?Breaking promises,Wearing them down,Leaving them with grief to drown. No regrets then?On their deathbeds,No more words of wisdom,Yet you feel nothing—no numbness, no rhythm. Definitely no regrets?When nightmares
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Melancholy memories, Shattered beyond repair, A deep sense of loss, Suspended in limbo. Melancholy memories, Lingering forever, Drifting over silent waters, Lost in a dreamlike haze. Melancholy memories, Smiles faltering, Skin cold and clammy, Eyes glazed and fading. Melancholy memories, Tears trembling on the edge, Shadows stretching in dim-lit rooms, Minds caught in swirling echoes.
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How do significant life events or the passage of time influence your perspective on life? I’ve often wondered how much of our perspective is truly ours and how much is shaped by the events we endure. Do we see the world as it is, or do we see it through the tinted glass of experience?
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I’ve been asking myself this question a lot lately, am I ready to come back? Truthfully, I’m not sure. The loss of my brother Suto Bhai still weighs heavily on my heart. Grieving is strange like that—it doesn’t go away. It doesn’t soften; you simply learn to carry it. Especially when it’s someone like him—a
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Suto Bhai, How do I even begin this? How do I put into words what you meant to me? You’re not here anymore, and it feels like there’s this giant hole. You were my brother, my guide, my strength when I felt weak. Every dua you made for me, every time you told me to
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