Guest blog: fatimah.creates

Fatimah Nadeem is a seventeen-year-old artist from Karachi, Pakistan. Quickly achieving a celebrity status on Instagram, her paintings and art are bound to leave you mesmerised. She is currently doing her A’ Levels. 

In this short guest blog, Fatimah talks about her inspirations and future goals.


Art is like that safe haven, a spot for solace which I can resort to at any time.

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My passion for art started as a very young child and from drawing fishes on walls, I am now able to paint sceneries, galaxies and abstract pieces.

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I entered the Instagram art community two years ago and it has given a lot back to me. The encouragement and support that I get every day from people all over the world have made me confident about myself and about my identity as an artist, and as a Pakistani.

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If three years ago, you had told me that people would be posting art pieces inspired by my creations, or would be coming to events to meet me or that I would be hearing the phrase, “You are my inspiration”, I would have laughed in your face. This is truly incredible!

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To become a better human being, and to show the world that Pakistan also has mind-blowing talent, is my goal in life. For the purpose of promoting Pakistani art, I have created the Instagram hashtag #pakistancreates to represent the artist community of Pakistan.

My inspiration is not different from that of any other artist’s – emotions. It is very intriguing to see how colours and objects can make one feel. My colour palette is based on feelings attached to a certain colour. I associate blue with happiness and boldness, black with mystique, green with peace, and so on. 

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My advice to all young artists out there is this: believe in yourselves. I have received many messages where budding artists tell me how they feel that their art is not as good as mine, that their art is not as amazing as it should be. You should never compare your art to someone else’s because each one of us has a different and unique style of painting to express ourselves. Not only believe in yourself but be open advise and criticism, for that is how you will grow. All great people start out as nothing; the more you trust yourself and the Grand Plan, the easier you will be able to achieve your goals and dreams. 

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You can check out my work at the following links:



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A Midsummer Night’s Dream

In a galaxy far away, where history could be a blur,

There dwelled another us, in another lifetime.

There, the heart had pined and grief had overwhelmed

When solitude and loneliness had raced.

None won; the Lord smiled.

The heart banged, the tears crystallised.

Spread out before He who sent them,

Questions flowed, unrequited.

Then one fine summer night, the air by the beach lifted;

The sea left its salt on the doorstep, and the birds peaked from their golden nests.

Transcendence had seemed intangible –

But only long, long ago, in times almost forgotten.

What now – what of this midsummer night’s dream?

The sundial beckons to the one who will listen;

Conquer the lost battle of an inertial valentine.

And then we shall laugh with our eyes and twirl in happy circles

Because a billion kilometres away, up high in the sky,

The stars are twinkling and the fairies are humming,

“And which of the favours of your Lord will you deny?”


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‘The Clockwork Princess’, by Cassandra Clare


Second Edition (2017)

It is with great joy and pride that I share with you – my dear followers – this second edition of the Ziauddin University Atlas, a student-run publication celebrating art, literature and culture.
I hope that when you turn the last page of this magazine, you do so with a content smile because the words across these pages had you travelling on exciting literary terrains fertile with mystic words and celestial ideas.

Happy reading!

The Ziauddin University Atlas Blog



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The Laws of Gravity 

Undefined, unexplained, the beat of the heart is unacclaimed.

Seconds ago, the stillness in the air was within your reach

But is now as far as it was…before.

The epiphany of the heart was long ignored,

Till existentialism remained and was all that remained.

An enigma they call the Milky Way,

Is a constellation of all that makes you –

Lost stardust, fleeting in an ocean of sunlight,

Beckoning all that is hidden within you.

The colour palate of the universe is wide

And your canvas is huge.

Defy the laws of gravity, pray, why shall we?

Long lost souls will rediscover and somewhere along the way,

You will find your Milky Way.


5 Centimeters Per Second

Once upon a time, when you and I were just a thought,

The velocity of our creation headed towards Earth,

A drop of this and a drop of that, mixed together unceremoniously

And the masquerade of the ancient warriors broke.

Magian holds the hour-glass, gingerly balancing the Two – 

The Two they call the mind and the soul. 

A mist of unsolicited thoughts, a nebula of hearts 

Trails behind wondrously at the speed of imagination. 

Mortals cogitate, twisting and turning the Laws. 

The haze clears, and the percentages add up. 

Between you and I, the distance is immense, 

The journey, tedious; orbits too huge. 

Oceans crossed, emptiness overcome. 

This blue and white ball of life hanging in the starry night 

Is not bigger than us, never was. 

Resplendent entities in itself, celestial bodies of love, 

We walk silently on the moon

With the charm of the lyrics that thoughts wrote, 

The ‘pop’ of love, the ‘jazz’ of coherence, 

The ‘rock’ of fear, the ‘rap’ of solitude. 

Walk on the broken bridge of fragile wood, 

Looming over the angry river, gushing. 

Jingles resonating within our wavelength 

Amplify the shimmer of joy, 

For you and I – for You and I.