: About Me

I am sixteen years old and live in Karachi, Pakistan.

I was born in Sukkur, Pakistan, but was raised in Karachi. I did my kindergarten, primary school, middle school and am currenly doing 'A Level' at Beaconhouse School System.

I love Literature and History. I'm interested in analogy, abstract, aesthetics and the interface between Philosophy, Literature and Art. I admire pieces that successfully impart the depth of human feeling and emotion. These pieces may be works of visual art, literature, music or theater.

A high achiever at school and I have also won many awards in poetry writing and recitation.

I was never a keen reader in my childhood. However, Dan Brown's Da Vinci Code got me reading and eventually in the process of reading literature, i started writing.

I recently finished my first novel and is on its way to being published, hopefully.

My passion is ...

To stand out. To be unique. To create.

I know too much about ...

Pseudo History, the Occult, Writing, Self-realization, Irony.

My parents always told me ...

To be practical in life.

My childhood ambition ...

To be a scientist.

My favorite memory ...

I was a four year old child in Nursery. I found a feather on the ground, and saved it in my pocket. After break time ended, i took it happily to my class teacher and said, 'F for Feather!'

Why I write ...

I write because i can exploit my feelings and emotions to come up with something brilliant. I write because when your head is too packed with ideas, there is little you can do but write.

My first job ...

Being Me.

My best moment ...

Giving my high school valedictory address.

My inspiration ...

Rain, Anger, Death, Love, Irony. Leanardo da Vinci - the polymath. My literary inspirations include writers John Keats, Jane Austen, Allama Iqbal and Dan Brown.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Heartache

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Tears aren't coming, though my heart is torn. Torn apart for your sake. Heartache, Heartache. I want tears to fall; I want to cry a river. I want to cry you a lake. Heartache, Heartache. A heartbroken bird I am, soaring over cottony clouds. Searching for God, the one who put me through this. Did He make me fall in love, only because He hates me? Irony? It is. Paradox? It is. I could fall in love, but why can't I fall to my death? It's the only solace, as pain accompanies every breath. How I wish to cry, but a bird can't fall to its death. My strength is its wings that will keep us both afl...

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Writing:

• Creative Writing Bronze
• Helium Charter Member