About me - Nimrah Bader

About me

Born in 1992, I'm 16 at the moment. A tender age, mostmightsay. I'm currently doing my 'O' (Ordinary) Levels from Beaconhouse School System, JC. And yes, I migth as well go on to say that I'm a Beconite -inside out! I owe much of my writingcapabilitiesto the friends and teachers I've met there.

Starting off as a keen fiction reader, I firstcaughtthe bug from Enid Blyton, to Dahl to Dickenson and now Clancy, Stevenson, Archer. Aside from fiction, I'm enjoy reading the works of satirical and humorous columnists. Mainly Munizeh Zuberi, Irfan Arsad, Cowasjee, Nancy Glibb and Joe Klein, resulting in me writing non-fiction and reports too.

Hopefully, you may not have drifted off to a stupor and are still with me. If you are, I hope you'll discover more about me through my works. If not, please let yourself out.

Briefly me

My passion is ...

To excel....constantly...fairly...with flair everytime!

I know too much about ...

being an idiot

My parents always told me ...

That I was going to turn out to be successful.

My childhood ambition ...

Was to a doctor, a scientist, a chocolate maker and writer rolled into one.

My favorite memory ...

When i saw my first publication: A poem on a children's magazine.

Why I write ...

I enjoy creating and I enjoy when people enjoy what i create.

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

Exam crammed ..hope you understand

My first job ...

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My best moment ...

It's when I learn something new everytime

My inspiration ...

Anne Frank...It took courage to write at so young an age at so dark a time.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My tears

Hot Tears I felt them rolling past like there was no tomorrow. Hot tears came at last; Shamelessly unfolding me. Trail of fire; streaks of water. They pour down; With earthly imperfections revealed. Shunted, blocked in a barricaded room. Leave me be. Let me be. I long To face you. To see ahead of pitiful gloom. I forget; To breathe. Unseen tightening Deep inside crushes life away.   Hot tears have come at last; Shamelessly unfolding me. I summon them to cease. For I fear they may burn me.

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