What writing on Quora taught me about excellence.
You cannot tell yourself that you are good at something.
When I was fourteen, a friend told me his replacement for social media was writing answers on Quora.
I told him it was the stupidest thing I’d ever heard.
Then I went home, opened Quora, and wrote for four hours straight.
I did the same thing the next night. And the night after that. Every evening I came home from school and wrote on Quora instead of doing my homework. I wasn’t really telling anyone what I was doing because I couldn’t explain it to myself.
I’d never kept a journal. I’d never been the kid who wrote short stories or stayed after class to talk to an English teacher. But I’d refresh the page at 1am to see if the view count had moved. I’d write an answer, hate it, delete it, rewrite it from scratch. I’d read what the top writers on the platform were doing and feel something close to envy.
There was this other teenaged writer from Australia that I met who was getting hundreds of thousands of views on every answer, and I wanted to beat him more than anything.
You can’t tell yourself you’re good at something. Other people have to tell you that.
That’s what Quora gave me: real-time signal on whether my ideas were landing. I’d post some throwaway answer on parental advice and watch it climb to 50k views in a week. I’d post one I thought was better and watch it die at 200. I had no idea why, at first. Then slowly I started to see the pattern — what made people stop scrolling, what made them share, what made them leave.
I was fourteen, writing from my bedroom, competing with adults who’d spent decades getting paid to write. In less than a year I was one of the most-viewed writers on the platform. My answers were reaching millions of people.
Looking back, every piece of marketing instinct I have today traces to those nights. Writing launch campaigns for a $2B stablecoin protocol. Building the brand at Founders Inc. Now founding Alif. None of it would exist without a fourteen-year-old skipping his homework to chase view counts on a Q&A site.
None of it felt strategic at the time. I just couldn’t stop.
The obsession came before the plan.
~ Omar



weird friend
Drive, purpose and obsession mean nothing without good intention. As they say: Check yo self before you wreck your self.