Imran Ali Shah
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The Year I Learned That Rest Is Not Laziness
For most of my life, rest felt like a crime. If I wasn’t busy, I felt guilty. If I wasn’t exhausted, I felt undeserving. Somewhere along the way, I learned that worth was measured by output, and slowing down meant falling behind.
By Imran Ali Shahless than a minute ago in Poets
Instructions for Surviving a Bad
Step One: Call it what it is. This is a bad year. Not a lesson. Not a blessing in disguise. Not a plot twist you’ll laugh about later. It is heavy and unfair and exhausting. Naming it does not make you weak—it makes you honest. Bad years thrive on denial.
By Imran Ali Shah2 days ago in Humans
What Time Has Taught Me That School Never Did
School taught me how to find X. Time taught me how to lose things — and survive anyway. For years, I thought education meant preparation. If I memorized enough facts, followed instructions, passed tests, I would be ready for life. That’s what we were told, right? Work hard now so everything later makes sense.
By Imran Ali Shah3 days ago in Education
The Sound I Miss Most From My Childhood
I don’t miss a toy. I don’t miss an old house. I don’t even miss being young. I miss a sound. It’s funny how life removes things quietly. Not with a dramatic goodbye, but softly — like background music fading until one day you realize it’s gone for good.
By Imran Ali Shah3 days ago in Humans
We Learn This Quietly
We Learn This Quietly No one teaches us how to leave without actually walking away. There is no guide for it, no clear moment when someone says, this is where distance begins. It happens quietly, almost politely, in ways that don’t feel dangerous until they’ve already changed everything.
By Imran Ali Shah8 days ago in Poets
Some People Don’t Leave Us—We Leave Them
For a long time, I told myself they left. It was easier that way. Easier to believe I had been abandoned than to admit I was the one who slowly loosened my grip. The story sounded cleaner when I painted myself as the one who stayed too long, cared too much, waited too patiently.
By Imran Ali Shah9 days ago in Poets
