A Poopy Story…

 

This half-term in Science, we’ve been looking at biology, specifically the development of babies. So, the Science department decided to adopt some babies so we could examine their growth over the next few weeks. Relax…they weren’t real human babies! They were only baby chicks, and really, the chicks were actually eggs to start with. So don’t worry, no human babies were harmed during our Science lessons!

I was actually lucky enough to witness the first few baby chicks hatching! The picture above is of me before the half-term holidays (credit to my friends Prnay and Daniel for the photos) when the Science teachers decided to give us a little treat and let us stroke the hatched chicks. You might think that it was enjoyable, and it was, until that sweet moment turned into chaos! Literally all the chicks started pooping on all of my friends! In the end, everyone was less concerned about the chicks than they were about washing chick poop off their clothes and avoiding the chicks as much as they could. I was lucky enough to quickly put down the chick in the picture the moment before it did a Number 2! So overall, my first experience holding newborn chicks was not what I expected!

When we had all sat back down (and all the chick poop was washed away) one of my classmates asked the Science teacher what would happen to the chicks when we finished learning about Biology. In response, the teacher said, “Well, they’ll be sent back to the farm where they came from and, in a few months time, they’ll be…well, they might be on your plate the next time you go to KFC!” And that’s how the teacher successfully managed to keep the class quiet for the rest of the lesson – you should have seen our faces then!

Have a PAWSOME Wednesday,

Omar Mukhtar a.k.a. The Pawsome Lion

p/s: Have you ever been pooped on by an animal? Share your #poopystory!

 

 

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Random Acts Of Kindness Day

Kindness Day

My parents always taught us that a kind act as little as buying food for the needy matters hugely! This is Fatimah on her 5th birthday last month. Instead of buying things for herself, she bought food to distribute to the needy. And we do this regularly, not just on special occasions. I myself believe that a kind touch, a kind smile, a kind word, or even the smallest act of kindness has the power to CHANGE THE WORLD! Here are 11 random acts of kindness that we all can do not just for #RandomActsOfKindnessDay but in our daily lives!

  1. When you go shopping, buy extra food to give to the needy or the food bank
  2. Volunteer at your local library to read to children
  3. Give up your seat on public transport for pregnant women, the elderly and the disabled
  4. Write kind words on rocks and leave them at the park
  5. Pick up litter on the street to help to clean your neighbourhood
  6. Smile at someone, just because
  7. Buy someone a cup of coffee on a cold day to keep them warm
  8. Send letters of encouragement to sick people in the hospital
  9. Take a day off from complaining, but give thanks instead
  10. Volunteer at an animal shelter
  11. Get others to continue being kind

    Written by,
    Omar Mukhtar a.k.a. The Pawsome Lion
    #my11things
    #RandomActsOfKindness
    #TogetherWeCanChangeTheWorld

    p/s: What else can you do to be kind? Extend the list!

Mind Games

I have roamed these empty, dark stone walls for weeks, months, maybe even years. I am the only living soul inside this dreary underworld, yet I hear disembodied, taunting voices calling out to me. They are everywhere, but nowhere. Every day, I follow those strangely familiar voices, hoping to escape, but alas, it is always the same: a dead end. But I don’t give up. I hear a noise. Whispers? Yes, there they are. They are begging me to follow. Instinctively, I walk once again through the maze.

It is almost impossible to see in the labyrinth; whether by darkness or excess of light, I’m not sure. As I feel my way through, my hands slide against the cold surface of the grey stone walls. They are smooth, but the cold is sharp. The ground juts out in the most unexpected places, the abnormal rises only revealing themselves at the last moment. I look up to the sky, but there isn’t one. Just infinite, inky blackness. Infinite, just like this death-trap of a maze.

It gets even darker as I venture on, but those whispers do not fade. I fear that I will trip in this darkness, and end up lying on the ground, concussed, bleeding, alone. I now crawl on the dirty, gritty floor like a hound out of fear. I am so wrapped up in my thoughts that I completely forget about the voices. I have not been paying attention to where I have been going. Am I lost? I feel for a wall, but there are none. I look behind me. It is brighter, only slightly, but just enough for me to make out the outline of a long, high wall far behind me. I stop in my tracks: am I out of the labyrinth?

I feel like jumping for joy, but I stop myself. So I’ve escaped the twists and turns of that maze, but now I’ve got to figure out where I am. I look ahead of me. Nothing. Just perpetual darkness. One side of me wants to go forth and explore, but the other side is not so sure. Pushing my doubts aside, I reluctantly put one foot forward, expecting to touch solid ground, but instead, I fall.

The wind is bitterly cold and the noise makes my eardrums sore. I am falling through some kind of tunnel of light and colour. The voices are still there, calling my name. Some are happy, some angry, some sad, some just a mere whisper. Ahead of me, I see that I am approaching ground. As I get closer, I brace myself for a landing…

“…Attention, passengers, this is our last stop. Please exit…”

I’ve finally landed. I’m sitting in some kind of bus. Somehow. I glance out of the window. There’s a city with lots of tall skyscrapers and all sorts of vehicles in the streets. It all seems very familiar.

My attention is turned to a great looming shadow that emerges from the dusty grey clouds in the sky. It’s an airship of some sort. A hatch in its underside opens up and a huge flaming ball descends upon the city. It sends people screaming as the buildings are engulfed by the flames.

My surroundings fade into darkness and yet again, I am travelling through the tunnel of light. The strong wind makes my eyes water. And there it is again, an opening before me, brighter than ever. Streaks of light whizz past me like bullets. My surroundings morph into another world, and it gets brighter still..

The mud in the trench makes my feet damp and numb. Rats and lice are virtually everywhere. The little devils lurk in every dark corner, scared by the exploding shells surrounding us. Bullets are whizzing overhead. I then notice the other men around me. They’re all soldiers in khaki uniforms, barking orders at each other and shooting at the enemy. But who is the enemy? I get up and I notice I am also wearing a uniform. Strange. Peering over the wall of the trench, I can make out the outline of some people. Germans? No, that can’t be it. Judging by their clunky shape, they look more like…robots? I scramble down. My eyes must be playing tricks on me.

Boom! There’s a huge explosion right behind me. Our gunfire ceases. But the enemy’s carries on. We are losing the battle. All the soldiers are retreating into their dark little holes in the trench, just like the rats. All of them, except one. A lone soldier stands in front of me, shooting his limited supply of bullets at the enemy until he runs out. Now, he can do nothing but cower behind the trench wall. Panting, he looks at me. I sense his friendly warmth, but I can see the despair in his eyes. I study his face closely. I know him, but from where?

Bang! Before I can think any further, a shot is fired. The bullet hits the soldier squarely in the chest. I cry out, but nothing can be done. He lies on the ground, slowly bleeding to death. I whip around and see two menacing humanoid figures standing in front of me, rifles in hands. An airship flies behind them, the very same one that destroyed the city. And once again, the great fiery weapon is released, this time heading towards me.

Soon, roaring flames surround me, and their tongues of fire leap out to me, wanting to singe my skin. The voices are louder than ever, screaming for help. Then, all at once, the fire disappears. The voices stop. I’m back in the labyrinth. How? Was it all a dream? A stupid hallucination? My head is spinning. There’s a loud ringing in my ears. I grow dizzier, until I collapse on the floor.

I wake up. It’s bright and warm, and I’m in some kind of incubator, with multicoloured wires snaking out of it. I try to turn my head to see where I am. The room I’m in has all sorts of devices lying around. There’s a man sitting a few metres away from me. He’s noticed that I’m stirring. He seems surprised.

“Hey! He’s moving! He’s out of limbo!”

Limbo? What is that supposed to mean? So the labyrinth was really just inside my head? Suddenly, I am surrounded by many men and women. They’re all whispering things like, “By God, he’s really alive…” and “This can’t be happening!” The crowd parts to give way to a bald old man in a pristine lab coat. He looks down at me, squinting. Finally, he speaks: “Hello there, Sergeant.”

Sergeant? Am I a sergeant? Does that have anything to do with the trench vision? Or was it really a memory? Were they all memories, the ‘visions’ and the ghostly voices I chased after? I’m confused. “Where am I?” I ask. “And who are you?”

He replies in his croaky voice, “You are in the London Institute of Biological Research, and I,” he says, his lip curling into a smile, one that seemed to betray innocence, “I am the scientist who just brought you back to life.”

My Dadajee Is 69 Years Young!

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This is one of my favourite photos of Dadajee, because I think that there’s some resemblance between me and him here – though I could never match his handsomeness…

Dadajee is one of my role models. I look up to him as the best person to ask for consolation when I’m feeling down. We practically share everything! Even though we live halfway across the world from each other, there’s nothing that we don’t know about each other! He’s also someone to ask for advice when in doubt. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as wise as him! He’s also really kind, loving, and funny. I would love to have all his qualities – in other words, I absolutely adore my Dadajee!

I find him very inspiring because of the fact that not only is he multi-talented and wise, but he is also very humble and down-to-earth, which makes him even more lovable! I don’t think our family would be complete without him, and we’re really lucky to have him!

In short, Dadajee is one of the people that I love most! Happy 69th Birthday, Dadajee! Hope your birthday is filled with lots of joy and warmth! We all love you so much, and we really miss you! On this special day, I pray to God that He gives you a long blessed life and grant you your heart’s desires. May He rid you of all troubles and make you the happiest man in this world and the next! May He give you peace and abundance! But there’s only one thing I ask of you: never stop being you, because you are the GREATEST GRANDPA EVER!

Your first grandson,
Omar Mukhtar
On behalf of all the family

Fatimah Turns 5!

Dear Fatimah,

You’ve grown one year older, and I’d just like to say

That I wish you a very Happy 5th Birthday!

Oh, how time flies! I can never forget

When I was all lonely and then we first met

You brought a smile to my face, you tickled me silly,

You gave joy to me and the family!

Now you’re all grown up, and I again say,

Happy Birthday! May God make this the best of all days!

Love,

Your Lalajee, Omar Mukhtar

a.k.a. The Pawsome Lion

Happy New Year!

Wow! How time flies! Another year has passed and we’re waving goodbye to 2018 and saying hello to 2019, the New Year!

As I’ve said before, I don’t believe in setting New Year’s Resolutions because we should be setting ourselves new goals every day to try and improve ourselves, not just at the New Year. So instead of sharing  my New Year’s Resolution with all of you, I’d like to take a moment and reflect on 2018 and all the brilliant things in it!

2018 was my last year at primary school, and leaving the school, I also said goodbye to my friends! The last day was quite emotional, and I must admit, I was feeling pretty sad myself. On the last day, all the Year 6’s put on a big performance, as kind of a celebration of our time there. Being in Year 6 was – put simply – SUPER FUN, and 2018 may well have been my best year of primary school, and one I will never forget!

But with the departing old things came the arrival of new, amazing things! Leaving primary school meant that it was time for me to join secondary school – probably the best gift bestowed on me from God! I was blessed to have the chance to attend King Edward’s School! I was over the moon when I found out the news, and so was the rest of the family. Wednesday 5th September 2018 was my very first day at KES, and ever since then, for the past 4 months, it has been an amazing experience! I hope it will continue to be as enjoyable for the rest of my life at KES!

So yes, I would say that 2018 has been a very memorable year indeed, and I thank God for all the blessings he showered me with. I pray that in the New Year, God doesn’t just bless me, but every one of us, and I pray that he lets those less fortunate than us have a prosperous 2019. And remember, always try to be a better person than you were yesterday, and set yourself new goals every day, however little they may be!

Have a PAWSOME 2019!

Tomorrow is the first blank page of a 365 page book. Write a good one.

– Brad Paisley 

A Night In Stratford-upon-Avon…

Wednesday was our last day in school before the Christmas holidays, and it’s sure been a busy first term for me at King Edward’s School, but nevertheless an enjoyable one. Since it was Christmas, the school treated the Shells (this is what KES calls Year 7) to a special night out at the Royal Shakespeare Theatre in Stratford-upon-Avon to watch a performance of ‘A Christmas Carol’!

The show is based on the book by Charles Dickens, and it was a hugely entertaining show! But before the actual show started, entering the auditorium itself was really exciting. It was packed with people, and the 120 or so boys from KES took up only just about a quarter of the total seats! I was sitting in a seat high up, and I had a great view of everything happening on stage – lucky me!

When the lights finally went up on stage, I saw the set for the first time, and I can tell you one thing: it. Was. Amazing! The play was set in the Victorian times, and the team did a brilliant job of recreating the cobblestoned streets lined with cramped little houses! The set really made it look like another world!

The story follows Ebenezer Scrooge, a grumpy, grouchy old miser who is more in love with money than any other person. When he comes back home on the night of Christmas Eve, he is visited by the ghost of his dead business partner, Marley, that foretells the visit of three more spirits in the night. When these Ghosts – the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present and Christmas Yet To Come – arrive at Scrooge’s household, they attempt to encourage him to become a kind, generous man like he used to be as a child. But will old Scrooge change his ways in time to celebrate Christmas?

To go with the great actors were great costumes! The traditional Victorian attire was amazing, but not only that, I particularly liked the great green gown that the Ghost of Christmas Present wore! It reminded me of a real forest with berries and bushes!

Special effects were also top notch; there are brilliant fog and ice effects, ‘snow’ falling from the ceiling, and even a bed that rose out of the stage floor! I especially enjoyed the moment when Scrooge put his hand right through the ghost of Marley, his dead business partner! I still can’t figure out how they did it, but I guess that’s the magic of it all! The dance numbers were also well-practised and ‘funky’, as you might say!

I really enjoyed watching ‘A Christmas Carol’. It was heartwarming, funny and magical all at the same time! With astounding actors, brilliant costumes and tremendous special effects, it was a truly PAWSOME show!

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Romeo & Juliet: A Twisted Tale

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Romeo was a Montague. Juliet was a Capulet. Romeo and Juliet loved each other. But the Montagues and Capulets loathed each other. They were indeed ‘star-crossed’, as Shakespeare describes it, plagued by bad luck. But old Shakespeare told an embroidered tale, not one entirely true. So listen closely, my friends, as I tell you the real story of Romeo Montague and Juliet Capulet.

It was a favourite thing of theirs, the lovers, to sneak out of the house every night and meet up at an abandoned tower on the edge of Verona. They’d often fantasise about running away from all the hate and dispute of their families, and live in peace with each other.

The Italian night sky was normally filled with stars, but on this particular night, when Romeo and Juliet met, the sky was dominated by clouds, and there was not so much as a twinkle in sight. From the top of the tower, Juliet looked out at the open land, with its rolling hills, and carpet of green grass, and sighed.

“Oh, Romeo, we’re always talking about how we want to run away and leave this life behind. Why don’t we ever do it?”

Romeo didn’t know the answer to it himself. “It is not the right time yet.” That was all he could say. “But one day we will.”

“Mmm,” Juliet sighed again, “One day.”

They stood next to each other, looking out at the countryside from their tower. Then they heard a scream. They turned around to look at the city, and another scream was heard. They were sure it was coming from the Capulet household.

Juliet normally wasn’t fast on feet, but tonight, she ran faster than ever through the candlelit cobblestone streets. When she reached the house of the Capulets, she pushed open the heavy wooden doors to find her parents, Lord and Lady Capulet, lying on the floor, their lips abnormally blue. They were dead. Beside them, a sobbing man sat on his knees.

“Cousin Tybalt!” cried Juliet. “What’s wrong? What happened to Mother and Father?”

Tybalt, in a shaky voice, replied, “Killed. Poisoned! Someone dared to take their lives, to take your dear Mother and Father…but Juliet, who is that man that stands next to you? Is that not the young son of the Lord and Lady Montague? Why are you with him, Juliet? Stay away! Get out, filth, get out!”

Romeo and Juliet had left the tower in such haste that they had forgotten to hide Romeo. And now they had been seen together, the consequences were going to be far from good. Tybalt stood up and drew a dagger. He menacingly made his way towards the couple, baring the dagger like a set of claws. Romeo edged in front of Juliet, ready for the attack. But an unexpected voice came from behind.

“Romeo, my son, where have you-!?”

Tybalt threw the dagger with great accuracy, and it just missed Romeo, flying past his ear, but instead hitting his mother squarely in the stomach. Her mouth was gaping open in pain, and the black dress she wore became wet and shiny with blood. She fell to the ground, dead.

Romeo was speechless. Anger blinded him, and he ran towards Tybalt, roaring. But Juliet pulled him back, and cried “Please, no, Romeo! No good will come out of more killing!” She pushed Romeo back and pleaded with Tybalt to leave him alone. Romeo gained back his senses, and ran outside to see his mother. Holding back tears, he gave her one last kiss on the forehead.

Just then, Juliet caught a glimpse of a bottle in the folds of Romeo’s clothes. She swiped it from him and read the label.

“Poison?” Juliet was taken aback. “Romeo, why do you have this?”

Romeo looked uneasy. He didn’t answer. Then it dawned on Juliet. “Romeo, you didn’t…you couldn’t have…” She looked back at her parents, lying lifelessly on the floor.

“I had to.” Romeo finally spoke. “If we were ever to marry, then our parents would have been in the way.”

“So what? You killed my parents! Are you planning to kill your father too? I never thought you would stoop so low!” Juliet screamed.

“But Juliet-!”

Whoosh! A piece of flaming wood came flying through the air and landed just metres away from the Capulet household. Then a chair set alight was thrown from one of its windows. The families were trying to set each other on fire.

Juliet couldn’t take it any more. “STOP! Just stop!” She was losing control. Soon, she was in tears, overwhelmed by everything. The trees in the courtyard caught fire, and flaming debris surrounded Romeo and Juliet. Before long, they were sitting in a ring of fire. The flames leaped out at them, and streams of fire were overhead.

Romeo made to comfort Juliet, but she pushed him away. “I’m sorry,” she said through tears, “I just can’t.” The fire grew bigger, and the safe space got smaller. Screams rose from both the Capulets and Montagues. Juliet spoke one last time before the flames swallowed them both.

“Goodbye – forever”

– Juliet’s last words

Moral of the story: No good ever comes from violence.

Author’s note: ‘Romeo & Juliet’ is one of Shakespeare’s greatest works. The story of the two star-crossed lovers from two feuding families is known worldwide, and the tale has influenced me so much that it inspired me to get writing! So here it is, inspired by William Shakespeare himself, my very own version of ‘Romeo & Juliet’ – with a twist!