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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Tell us about a time when you felt out of place. There’s a certain discomfort that comes over me whenever I find myself in the background, following someone else’s lead. It’s not that I mind listening or learning from others—there’s always value in that—but it’s in those moments when I know I should be the…

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