My Life At KES – 6 Months and Counting


It’s my 6th month at KES, and I’m pleased to say that those months have been brilliant so far! I’ve made a lot of progress, too. I achieved my first 10 credits award back in October, then I went on to get a double entry in the Golden Book – one for my Geography project in December, then to top it off, I gained 25 credits and got another entry in the Golden Book! Alhamdulillah, I just received another certificate for attaining a further 10 credits, which brings me to a total of 35 credits. I’m so happy and I’m really glad to make my parents happy too! Of course, I couldn’t have done it without them. I can’t thank God enough for the endless blessings! May He continue to guide me on the right path so that I could keep on making my parents proud and set the best example to Fatimah and Ali!
Have a blessed Friday,
Omar Mukhtar a.k.a. The Pawsome Lion

p/s: Good luck to all of you who are working hard to achieve your dreams! Never give up, the road to success isn’t easy. Have full faith in God and stay humble!

The Case Of The Missing D🍩NUT…

The Case Of The Missing D🍩NUT…it’s no Sherlock Holmes mystery! Living by the 5-second rule certainly has its perks!

Good night from Birmingham,

Omar Mukhtar 😴



p/s: Anymore #POTTERHEADS out there? Make yourself heard in the comments below! 😉

R.I.P. D🍩NUT 😭

The wait is almost over…just a few more tweaks to make and my first book will finally be published! I’m so excited to be able to share this venture of mine with all of you. It’s been a long road, but with the guidance from my family and the support from everybody, I’ve been able to make it this far! Stay tuned for more updates on my book – COMING YOUR WAY VERY SOON!

Suko Do’oh,

Omar Mukhtar a.k.a. The Pawsome Lion



p/s: Follow me on my family’s Instagram for regular updates! 😉

Publishing My First Book!



Yes, you read that headline right…to those who didn’t know yet, I’m publishing my first book! It’s been a while since I shared my humble story with Ms Nenie Kairuman from Berita Harian Singapura 🇸🇬 I was so honoured to be featured in a very prestigious Singaporean newspaper – thank you for your PAWSOME support! So I guess it’s not really a secret anymore. Are you eager to know more about my first book? Stay tuned for more news and updates – COMING YOUR WAY VERY SOON!

The 12-year-old author,

Omar Mukhtar a.k.a. The Pawsome Lion


p/s: Follow me on my family’s Instagram account for regular updates. Stay tuned for my new video tomorrow! 😉

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!



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

    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.”