# qasimaliwriter.com > Exploring the worlds that lie within with the wonders that are called words. ## Posts - [DETECTIVE DEATH](https://qasimaliwriter.com/index.php/2026/09/09/detective-death-book-i-the-borrowed-death/): CHAPTER 1: OH, SHIT. Alistair Black had been in better places.He had also been in worse ones, although none immediately came to mind because he was in a kind of what is often described as a situation.The cloth over his head smelled of engine oil and somebody else’s sweat. His wrists were tied behind the chair. Ankles too. Concrete beneath his shoes. Cold air somewhere around his neck.A hangar.He was almost certain of that.The echo was too large for a warehouse. Metal shifted somewhere high above him whenever the wind pushed against the building. Every few minutes came the faint […] - [SUBJECT 29-F-7741](https://qasimaliwriter.com/index.php/2026/07/27/subject-29-f-7741/): Chapter 1: Standard Hours Elias Voss woke up at 06:15, just like he did every morning, without the alarm, the same minute the soft gray light reached the edge of the blackout curtain. He lay still for thirty seconds, listening to the building’s quiet systems cycle–air, water, distant elevators–then rose. The apartment was exactly as he had left it the night before. Bed made with hospital corners. Two white cups on the counter, one for coffee, one for water. The calendar on the wall showed only workdays and rest days, no birthdays, no appointments outside the approved schedule. He had […] - [The Ant](https://qasimaliwriter.com/index.php/2025/07/22/the-ant/): Photo by Jenny Chambers on Unsplash One of the evenings, just as I was on my usual evening stroll, I encountered some ants—the tiny ones, along my path. “I should be very careful so as not to crush them under my feet being unaware of it,” I told myself. At that moment, a sudden realization struck my mind. “What might the world look like for this small creature, perhaps the smallest of the creatures visible to the naked eye?” I questioned. I looked at its world that was visible to me. The street that I was walking on was a […] - [A Journey Into Thought](https://qasimaliwriter.com/index.php/2024/07/14/a-journey-into-thought/): Art by René Magritte I sit down to write but my mind is saturated with thoughts. I close my eyes to go to a place of quiet. A few seconds pass by and I soon notice a barrage of thoughts, quite random and unrelated to each other, flow through my mind. Which music track should I listen to? I should go out for a walk. I should watch Harry Potter Part II tonight. What’s a good horror movie to watch? What’s my todo list for tomorrow? What should I eat for dinner?… the list goes on. I take some deep […] - [The Words We Don't Say](https://qasimaliwriter.com/index.php/2024/01/21/the-words-we-dont-say/): Portrait by Awais Nawaz Once there were two beautiful hearts who fell in love. They fell in love in the silence between the words. That was the place where they saw each other. That was the place where they saw their lights. That was where they wrote their Song — in the silence of the silences.  The minds would later talk at length to feel what the hearts had already seen – the chemistry, the musical symphony, the sacred dance the two shared. They would flirt with ideas and philosophies, they would play with their words, and sometimes, they would […] - [Your New Best Friend](https://qasimaliwriter.com/index.php/2023/12/21/your-new-best-friend/): “Who is your best friend?” My cousin’s question startled me. “… I don’t think I have a best friend.” I said, nervous by this surprise question. “How can it be?!” Yeah, how can it be? To not have a best friend in this world where everyone has a best friend? For almost a decade of my life until I graduated college, I found this question perplexing. It it possible to not have a best friend? Someone with whom you can share your most intimate thoughts, your most daring adventures in the world of imagination, the treasures you hide in your […] - [Make A New Friend](https://qasimaliwriter.com/index.php/2023/11/29/make-a-new-friend/): In our worlds of big dreams, busy lifestyles and digital distractions available at a click of a button, we have lost a wonderful friend. This friend has helped so many of us produce works that have inspired, revolutionized and transformed our world. This friend was the reason for the imaginative quests of Einstein, the musical mysteries of Mozart, the immortal songs of Hafiz. The inspiration for our global cultural, literary and scientific heritage. Who is this friend? Ourselves. Am I wrong? How many of us know who we really are beneath our names our parents gave us? Who are we […] ## Pages - [Articles](https://qasimaliwriter.com/index.php/archives/) ## Optional - [Agent (MCP protocol)](websites-agents.hostinger.com/qasimaliwriter.com/mcp) [comment]: # (Generated by Hostinger Tools Plugin)