: About Me

i am a seventeen year old Pakistani, who is completely random. I dont have a favourite band, because i like almost all music. I am currently addicted to "Imgaine" by John Lennon. A line from a story is stuck inside my head "I came so far, i lost myself on the journey"

I read everything that comes my way, novels, poetry, magazines, reports, newspapers...

I take great pride in knowing that the word news came from "North East West South - news" and that the word horny came from the greek god of fertility who had a bulls head and huge horns- hence, horny!

I am convinced i have an Obsessive Copmpulsive Disorder, soemtimes. I like small details. I love filling spaces. I have always wanted to taste the Kiwi Fruit because it looks pretty.

Literature soothes me. My current favourite author is Paulo Coelho and i am in love with the man, Mikhail, in the story.

I sometimes fall in love with sexy, fictional, characters from books (usually cold Georgette Heyer gentlemen or Meg Cabot perfect, charming, amusing men)and its hard to get over them.

I love the smell of wet earth and new books and kites make me think of freedom and rainbows.

Im a feminist and i hate male chauvinism.

My passion is ...

finding myself.

I know too much about ...

ancient feminism and nazism

My childhood ambition ...

to become a fashion designer

My favorite memory ...

the farmhouse, the moon reflected in those Beloved eyes

Why I write ...

to feel free, to exist

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

reading The Zahir, watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S season 10, listening to Imagine.

My first job ...

was at PINK, a teenage girls' magazine

My best moment ...

Talking to the BBC reporters about Pakistani women..

My inspiration ...

My grandfather

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Childhood dreams

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Wooden happiness smelling of childhood elves and tennis racquets Baby eyes filled with Baby love- adored through the ages. A reluctant shudder at watery love- just as pure. Gentle anger, caressing a tickled heart. Pizza heaven- sticky, yummy, fun. The smell of laughter- oven hot. A spill of mischief on new only-once-worn-clothes.. Red heart turned orange. Sour maturity. Pepsi chills and plasticky chairs, the colours of the world mocking childhood memories. "Once upon a time, you saved me from myself" "Well now you are old enough to do it yourself" *the damnation of growing age*

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