Ali Writes

Ali Writes Official Author page of Ali Ibrahim Karim—A Ghanaian-American writer, Author, Artist and Publisher.

If you've ever held someone's hand through illness...If you've ever stood outside a hospital room gathering the strength...
07/27/2026

If you've ever held someone's hand through illness...
If you've ever stood outside a hospital room gathering the strength to walk in...
If you've ever lost someone you weren't ready to lose...
Or if you've ever wondered what truly matters when everything else falls away...

Then somewhere in this book, you'll find a room that feels like it was written for you.

I'm incredibly excited to share that Rooms at the End of Life is in its final stages. This has been one of the most emotionally demanding and meaningful stories I've ever written, and I cannot wait for you to walk these halls with me.

Because sometimes the greatest lessons about life are found in the places where it is quietly coming to an end.

Stay tuned.

The doors will open soon.

07/07/2026

"Born into a nomadic tribe in the heart of Egypt, Zara's life was steeped in the ancient traditions of her people. Her mother, a renowned fortune-teller, and also a belly dancer, taught her the art of reading the stars and interpreting the whispers of the desert sands.
Her father was from Bahrain, and that was all she knew of him, instilled in her a deep respect for the cultural heritage that pulsed through her veins.
At a young age, Zara discovered her innate talent for dance, captivating her tribe with her natural grace and rhythm.
Her parents both died in a sandstorm at the age of six and was raised by her parents’ servant named Abu Hassan. He taught her to read and write, but more importantly, he encouraged her to dance, telling her stories of her mother's legendary performances that echoed through the desert nights." - Ali Writes (Serenade of The Sun)

07/07/2026

"Zara is a vision of exotic beauty, with skin the color of richly brewed Arabian coffee and eyes that sparkle like the jewels of the Nile. Her voluptuous figure is adorned with intricate tattoos, each one telling a story of her journey through the deserts of her homeland.
Her raven hair, often left untamed, falls in thick waves down her back, framing her heart-shaped face. Her eyes are lined with kohl, enhancing their natural allure, and her lips are a perfect shade of crimson that complements her warm complexion.
When she performs, she is a whirlwind of color and movement, her hips swaying hypnotically as she dons a costume of gold-embroidered silk that clings to her curves and sets her ablaze under the stage lights.
Her hands, adorned with henna and jingling with silver bangles, trace the air with elegance and precision, leaving her audience captivated by her every gesture." - Ali Writes (Serenade of Sands)

07/03/2026

"I saw her at the grocery store,
My heart did several flips.
I dreamed of romantic nights once more,
And the smile upon her lips.
I moved to say a sweet ‘Hello,’”
To reclaim my former prize.
But then I saw her new guy, Joe,
And his massive, mountain thighs." - Ali Writes

Finally, a book that gets my life. The Restroom Saga makes awkward mishaps feel legendary. Grab your copy now and thank ...
07/03/2026

Finally, a book that gets my life. The Restroom Saga makes awkward mishaps feel legendary. Grab your copy now and thank me later!

The Restroom Saga is not simply the title of one poem, but the banner for a lively and imaginative collection of narrati...
07/03/2026

The Restroom Saga is not simply the title of one poem, but the banner for a lively and imaginative collection of narrative poems that transforms ordinary mishaps, social embarrassments, family clashes, and absurd twists of fate into comic storytelling.

07/03/2026

"Old Roger was known for his gait,
On a left foot so mangy, it sparked a debate.
It was gnarled and purple, a tragic design,
So, he signed on the line to have it removed.
He met with the surgeon, a fellow named Blane,
Who was brilliant with bones but a bit light on brain.
“Fear not,” cried the doctor, with scrub and a mask,
To lop off a limb is a secondary task.” - Ali Writes

07/03/2026

"Poor Joe was canned on a Tuesday at ten,
By noon, his girlfriend Sheila, was seeing other men.
“I need caviar dreams and a high-end buffet,
Not a man who buys lunch on a two-for-one tray.”

So, Joe hit the sidewalk with grit in his eyes,
With a stack of crisp resumes, a hopeful young guy.
He marched to the office, ready to grind,
But the signs in the window were brutally unkind.
" - Ali Writes

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