Mostly Bitter, Not So Sweet…

One night, while I lay in bed, I found myself tossing and turning, not being able to sleep. As I lay there counting sheep, a poem kept ringing in my head, ‘Brother and Sister’ by Lewis Carroll, who also wrote the famous ‘Alice In Wonderland’. I had actually read it earlier on, and it became my new favourite poem! Becoming inspired to write my own twisted version, I quickly pulled out my mini notebook from under my pillow (yep, I keep a notebook under my pillow) and penned down my ideas! Here’s the finished product, which is about a brother and a sister with a bittersweet relationship, which, as the title implies, is mostly bitter, but not so sweet…

Mostly Bitter, Not So Sweet…

A Poem By O. Mukhtar O. Mukhlis a.k.a The Pawsome Lion

There was once a boy, a boy and a girl,

And that little girl made her brother hurl

“Oh sister!” he said,

“I must rest my head!

So I’m calling Doc Crest

To get rid of you pest!”

“Such rudeness, boy!

I am not your toy!”

Her brother replied

“I shall smack your hide,

Or would you, perhaps, like a scratch,

So on your face, you’ll wear a patch?”

Doc Crest came bursting through the door,

“Where is the little pest, so poor?”

And thus replied the young girl’s brother,

“There is the stinky little bother!”

“What special treatment do you require?”

“Please tie her to a castle spire!

Or better still, just put her in

A soup we can put in the bin.”

“A soup it is!

First cut then whizz!”

The poor girl fainted,

It looked like red, her face had been painted

When she woke up,

She was tied up

Next to a pot

So boiling hot

She felt like she had just been shot

Right when her brother picked her up,

The cops came in and shouted “Stop!

Don’t put her in!

That’ll be a sin!”

He said “I don’t care,

She’s a rotten old pear”

And just when he was feeling bold,

The policemen knocked him out cold

He was dragged to jail

So young and frail

And was never heard from ever again

“So now you see,” said a coffee barista,

“No good comes out of cooking your sister!”

(Who, in actual fact, was drinking his brother, in the form of an innocent coffee cup)

So, what do you think of it?

The message that I wanted this poem to send was to BE NICE! Whether you’re brother and sister, best friends, colleagues or any other relationship, being kind is key. Typical me, I like to be different, so instead of writing about what to do, I wrote about what not to do! Remember how the brother tries putting his sister in a soup? That represents a bad action, and just by doing it, he releases the darker side of relationships. Of course, there are consequences for these things. Like how the brother was ‘dragged off to jail’ in this piece, the consequences are serious, and trust me, you don’t want to face them. And of course, the very end teaches us not to judge a book by its cover…or the contents of a coffee cup by its label (honestly, you never know what a two-faced person your coffee barista could be). The coffee barista in this poem represents the many two-faced people in this world that give out words of wisdom but do the exact opposite of their own advice! Nobody should be like this. Instead, we should all be our true selves and try to be the best we can and help others be their best every day!

p/s: Oh yes, and not to forget, cannibalism is BAD!!! 😬

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The Three Not-So-Little Porkers – A Twisted Fairy Tale!

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Note: This is my piece of writing that won a place on the Showcase Bookcase in my school – enjoy!

Let’s have a little chat about ‘The Three Little Pigs’. Classic fairy tale: trio of porkers, big bad wolf, he blows to houses down, third pig gets revenge and everyone lives happily ever after. Almost everyone seems to believe this sugar-coated porky pie and nobody has heard me speak up before. I’m the wolf: Wolfy dé Wolfa alá Carté Costa Ice Cream Martinéz Belle Pepper Rodriguez Gogo Pasha délá I-Have-Very-Nice-Fur Growl Wolf. You can call me Wolf. My friends (yes, I have friends) call me that, but my nickname is Mozart (Wolfgang Amedeus Mozart…you get the idea). People hate wolves. It could be because of our appearance – hey, I’m not the one who decides we’re born big and ugly. You’ve just got to learn to love us! The fairytale you’ve heard is totally wrong – yes, your parents have been telling you fibbies! I’m going to present to you the TRUE story, which is all about an asthmatic wolf and a missing inhaler…

Way back yonder, in a time when fairy tales were the bee’s knees, I used to live in Far Far Away – you know, the place where a little ogre named ‘Shrek’ lived. Now, back in the day, I had a terrible case of asthma, and on this particular day, my inhaler was missing! I checked my house:

  • Top to bottom
  • Left to right
  • Back to front

I scoured every nook and cranny, but my inhaler was nowhere to be seen.

Then, it hit me! I could just trot along to my neighbour’s house and inquire there – genius! So I sauntered down Fairy Avenue until I reached my neighbour. Now, you see, pigs are probably the dumbest animals in the universe (after humans – no offence) and my neighbour was, sadly, a pig. God couldn’t be that cruel to him! This pig must have lost his marbles, though: his house was made completely out of cotton wool – it ruins the quality of the pig juices, you know. So it’s no mystery why I accidentally ripped out the door when I tried to knock on it. The cotton wool got stuck to my fur and there were several clouds of the stringy white stuff floating in the air. What a shock to the ecosystem. It’s bad manners to barge into somebody else’s house demanding a missing inhaler, and I didn’t want to make a downright rude first impression by doing that, so I gave him a little yodel:

“Little Pig, have you gone to market and are you still at home?”

To my disappointment, he didn’t yodel back. I had nearly agreed on the decision of wasting my money on another stupid inhaler when a tingling sensation took hold of my chest: my asthma was kicking in. I spluttered; I coughed; I ‘poofed’ down the house – unbelievable, huh? My asthma must have been stronger than I thought! Then do you know what happened next? When the dust cleared, I caught sight of the first little porker: lifeless as a hamburger. He hadn’t gone to market after all! Now, I knew that when somebody dies, they bury the body, but I couldn’t let them do it to this perfect meal, so I did the only thing I could to help him: I ate him up.  Imagine it was the question ‘Do you want to eat me?’ and the options were ‘yes’ and ‘yes’. No choice, right?

My asthma had calmed down, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t come back! So, I set off to the next closest house in search of my pesky inhaler. This next house was the abode of the first little pig’s brother: Pigsby The Second. Yeah, he was a pig, but he was even more crazy than normal: he suffered from a mental condition. He would just change personalities this way and that. You would never know what he was going to say next! This was a genuine mental pig on the loose! Poor Pigsby’s condition also affected his common sense – his house was constructed of sticks. When I knocked on the door, I heard a slight cracking noise, but it remained stable. I decided to call out, “Little Pig, have you gone to market or are you still at home?”

And guess what he said? “Take a hike, Wolf, you’re trespassing; leave me to rest and stop fussing!”

Then he said, “Oh wait, you can.”

“But he can’t!”

“Maybe he can.”

“He’s a wolf!”

“And?”

“He’ll eat us!”

“So? I like being eaten!”

“You total ninny! You’ve gone nuts!”

“No, you’re nuts!”

“Wait, we’re both nuts! Hahaha!”

As the lunatic waffled on, I felt yet another weird sensation rising inside of me: I spluttered; I coughed; I ‘poofed’ down the house! You’ll never guess what happened next – that whole stick house fell flat to the ground! In the sea of debris was the second hog: ready for basting. He’d have done better to go to market. Now, the authorities would bury this guy too, so obviously, I had to help him: I ate him up. Think of it as a double deed for a good cause.

My stomach was now terribly full (there went my diet) and still, I hadn’t uncovered the secret location of my inhaler! So, the only choice I had was to walk up to the house right in front of me: the home of Pigsby Sr. I gave this pig just a little ounce of respect because of his brains: his house was made completely out of brick-hard bricks – well, the point was that it was bricks. I rang the doorbell (modern!) but nobody responded. I called, “Little Pig, have you gone to market, or are you still at home?”

And you won’t believe what he jabbered back:

“Get outta here, Wolf – don’t you dare touch my house ever again!”

I was just going to give him a piece of my mind when I felt another asthmatic reaction coming on: I spluttered; I wheezed; I ‘poofed’ down…a flower. Then old Senior yelled, “Missing inhaler, my foot!” Now that set me off, and at the perfect time, too. The police drove up just when I was making a scene, pounding on his door. I was locked up and shut up…until now…

My PAWSOME Mother!

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Let’s face it: without mothers, we wouldn’t be where we are today. They’ve been there from the start and they’ll be there till the end! They’re always there to help, purely out of love! And that’s what Mother’s Day is all about – celebrating just how great mums are.

Mrs Mom is a great example of a brilliant mum! She was always there by my side, helping me as I went along. I could never forget all those moments we spent together! She would always get me involved with things around the house, like cooking up some new dishes with her or making a brainstorm of story ideas to tell to each other. That’s really why I’ve been blessed with the talent of writing right now, because it was Mrs Mom who spotted my passion, and she guided me through the steps! So, I have her to thank for getting me where I am today. Sure, may be the writer behind this blog, a journalist for my school newspaper and Pobble’s youngest ever guest blogger, but remember, behind every great star, there’s a mother with double the greatness!

As I mentioned, it’s Mother’s Day, and I think a gift is due for all of Mrs Mom’s brilliance! We should all be celebrating our mothers every day, but I guess Mother’s Day is just that big marker for every year. So on that note, here’s my marker.

A Little Ditty For My Mother Witty

By Omar Mukhtar The Pawsome Lion

Dedicated to Mrs Mom for Mother’s Day

You’ve put up with all the Mother’s Day gifts,

The pink and purple hearts,

You’ve shouted “Yay!” for – ahem – dandelions,

And all my meSSy arts,

Yes, I may have hated all those greens,

I may not be the cleanest,

But can you forgive me after I say your homemade mop’s ingenious!

My exercise books might be shoddy,

On every page’s a

DOODLE

But still you had a heart so big to keep the whole caboodle

And so today, I say “Hooray!” for now it’s MOTHER’S DAY!

For years of love and thought and care, like this I will repay…

Happy Mother’s Day, Mrs Mom! You’re absolutely PAWSOME!

p/s: What does YOUR mother do that makes her so special to you? Share in the comments below!

The Wake

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Lightning never strikes twice, does it? Well, that was just the problem: he needed it to strike twice. It was nearly done, nearly done – it just needed energy. Enough energy to break a pylon, enough to make it come alive. Two strikes of lightning was all it needed. Nothing else could replace that, but he kept asking the same question:

“How do I replace that?”

He had already made a seemingly perfect contraption – a forked metal rod pointing downwards, its bottom pointed out of the skylight to attract lightning. If the lightning travelled down the rod, it would be split in two and weave its way down the two cables connected to the rod that led to a pair of power banks. The power banks would send the electricity to the machine, giving it power in the form of two artificial lightning bolts. It was too risky, though. A malfunction could go badly wrong, but there was no turning back now. The storm was upon them, and the lightning would strike any moment soon.

Crack! A bright white flash lit up the room. He jumped back as sparks of electricity bounced across the floor. The power banks whirred, and the thing on the table slowly lit up. He chuckled as the creaks of gears travelled into his ears. He had just gotten up, only to jump back down again. Another deafening crack filled the room. The glass in the open skylight shattered. It was another lighting bolt, and another lightning bolt wasn’t the best thing it needed right now. He had made the contraption with the power banks storing energy to make that one lightning bolt turn into two, but now his machine had been given four bolts to charge it up. The thing on the table jerked up, glowing brightly. Then the lightbulb in the lamp next it popped. The power banks exploded. As it turned around, he could see its eyes shining, but it wasn’t warming. This was it. This was the wake of the automaton.

*Inspired by Pobble 365*

I’m Back!

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Hey pawsome peeps! Sorry I’ve been away for a while now. Don’t worry, I’m not ‘merajuk’! 😉 I just haven’t been able to update as much because I’ve been extremely busy with 1001 things at school. So, when I come back home I am totally exhausted!

Remember when I injured my eye? Well, a lot of things have happened since then! This year, I started teaching Handwriting Club once again and together with my colleague, I run the club twice a week for the Year 1 children! Alongside that, I have also recently been appointed as the Handwriting Mentor for my class! I help my fellow classmates to achieve their handwriting goals! By the way, I can’t wait to share some useful handwriting tips for parents out there!

Other than the role of Head Boy and Handwriting Mentor, I am also one of the school’s four ‘Arts Ambassadors’ – people who represent the school’s different arts (visual art, dancing, singing etc). We recently went on a trip to the Midlands Arts Centre! We visited an exhibition to see the work of other schools and their different takes on the arts.

Then came the PAWSOME event of the month – a taster day at King Edward’s School! I got the chance to experience what type of activities there are and what the lessons are like! It was great! Can’t wait to start my high school journey in September!

This week, my class are going to go to a workshop where we will build a prototype that we have previously designed in school! I’m sure it will be exciting!

So that’s a brief overview of what I’ve been up to lately. And don’t worry, I won’t disappear again! Also, be sure to keep an eye out for my next posts, in which I’ll be sharing a piece about one of my favourite authors! Till next time!

My Superhero Uncle!

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Guess what? Mamajee won the 3rd place in Hero Oven! We couldn’t be more proud of him. We know how challenging it was for Mamajee. It’s a baking competition, which is quite out of Mamajee’s comfort zone, but he didn’t back away. He took the risk! Now look what he’s achieved! Congratulations Mamajee! We really look up on you for willing to accept the challenge. You never give up! You’re absolutely brilliant. You’re the best uncle anyone could ever wish for! You’re our idol Mamajee. You inspire us all. You’ll always be our superhero… 🏅

#TeamAdamForever ♥️

11 Fun Facts About Fatimah & Ali!

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Fatimah and Ali are two cute, lovable kiddies, and an interesting brother and sister! Their charm just gets to everyone, and they are full of personality. There is so much to know about them, but here, I’ve listed the 11 fun facts that you probably didn’t know about Fatimah and Ali!

  1. Bread is their favourite, but Fatimah prefers toast (she calls it ‘roti keras’) whereas Ali likes soft bread.
  2. Fatimah is more fond of Malaysia but Ali is all about Thailand.
  3. They both love animals so much!
  4. Fatimah is more mature and serious, but Ali is a jolly kind of person and likes to crack a joke and make people laugh!
  5. Fatimah prefers hot weather, but Ali can’t stand the heat at all! Winter is like summer for him!
  6. Fatimah has always spoken her own mind from a very early age, while Ali is the master imitator – he mimics Fatimah most of the time!
  7. They love reading a lot – we have to read them 4-5 books (or more) every day! The library has become their new favourite place!
  8. Both Fatimah and Ali enjoy swimming.
  9. Meat is a must-have for Ali, while he does like eating his greens. However, Fatimah prefers vegetables more than meat.
  10. Yoga is something Fatimah can’t live without! She also likes to do kickboxing with Mr Dad.
  11. Ali is CRAZY about elephants! He even calls himself ‘Ali Chang’ (‘chang’ means ‘elephant’ in Thai)!

#my11things

Want To Write? Start With Reading!

I’ve received many requests to share my writing tips. Well, to be honest, I don’t really have any, but I’ve always loved to read. It’s been a major part of developing my writing skills and I have to admit, I have ORD – Obsessive Reading Disorder! Just one book a day can stimulate my mind into creative mode and get those imaginative juices flowing. So no, I don’t really have any tips, but I believe there is one core, essential practice which is the foundation of writing.

You. Need. To. READ.

Seem daunting? It might sound like that at first, but it is the key to writing. You’ll need to read to find ideas and check your work. It happens whilst you’re writing! When I say read, I don’t mean read for a day or two then stop, I mean read everyday! Make it part of your daily routine. Make it part of your LIFE! Keep a book close wherever you go, so if you have spare time, you can open it up and peruse with ease.

At an early age, we all learn to read and as we get older, we start to read more difficult texts. We’ve been reading naturally all this time, and yet some people sweat at the thought of having to read something. If you could do it so young, why can’t you do it now?

The action of reading has many benefits. Books can teach us grammar and punctuation skills and language basics. Your vocabulary will be enriched too. Books are like dictionaries – there’s bound to be new words on show! The human brain is similar to a sponge, so it will absorb everything it reads. For me, reading also enlarges my imagination and stimulates my creativity. Books have many other benefits, such as improving your health, helping growth and much more. It’s clear that books are a writer’s best friends!

So now you see why reading is so crucial. We shouldn’t just give up reading because it seems hard or boring. If you did, you wouldn’t be reading this right now! But then there’s the choice of what to read and what’s good to read and what’s bad. Well, like I have said in the previous post, there is nothing good or bad, it’s just what you personally prefer! I love reading science fiction and fantasy, but other people might not. However, even though I like these specific genres, I still read a broad range of books. It’s great to read many books, but if you want, you can find the genre that suits you. The best way to find your perfect genre is to read a range of them, and work out their pros and cons so you will be able to find the one that you like the most. Once that’s done, you can read with relaxation and soon write! Remember, reading is an important step towards making yourself a better writer!

Yes, I think it’s great to read, but when I say ‘read’, I don’t mean just in English. You can read in your own mother tongue or your preferred language! Be it Malay, Urdu, Thai, Arabic, Gaelic, Chinese…you can read in any language you want! Don’t let language be a barrier that stops you from reading! And of course, remember to be bold, be brave, challenge yourself to read, readREAD and never stop reading! Now, if you’ve managed to read up to this point, then you’ve successfully read 581 words! So that’s me sharing my experience with you. Hope you find it useful.

Keep calm and carry on reading so that TOGETHER WE CAN CHANGE THE WORLD!

“Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them.”

– Lemony Snicket

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The Human Race – How Different Are We?

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“There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.”

This was a quote by William Shakespeare, and it has a very good meaning behind it.

There are 7.6 billion people on this planet, and we have different backgrounds, culture, heritage, religions, skin colour, eyes, hair, fingerprints, but we have one thing in common: we are one race – THE HUMAN RACE.

Have you been in that situation where you’ve seen someone do something you found impolite, rude, or some other negative thing like that? Well, did you acknowledge the fact that their culture could be much different than yours? Almost every day, someone in the world judges another person without respecting their differences. In my eyes, this is quite cruel and careless, for not only are we judging them, but we are also claiming that they should be the same as us! We are all unique; God has made us this way, and this way is PERFECT!

Speaking of differences, here are some strange customs from around the world.

  • Cutting a potato with your knife in Germany will insult the host of a dinner party
  • In Saudi Arabia, burping after a meal is considered a compliment to the cook
  • In Cambodia, Egypt, Jordan and the Philippines, leaving a little bit of food on your plate is polite; giving back an empty plate will be taken as an insult, suggesting that you were not given enough food
  • To show that you have enjoyed a dish of noodles in Japan or Hong Kong, it is best to slurp loudly whilst eating
  • The Greeks throw baby teeth on their roofs
  • Nicaraguan people point with their lips
  • To ward off evil, people in Greece spit on the bride at a wedding
  • Sikhs wear a bangle all the time, even in the kitchen. Some Sikhs also carry a ceremonial dagger (not intended to harm others, but a sign that they should stand up for goodness)

Shocked? Me too. But, all this goes to show that we all do things for a reason, however strange or contrasted to our customs they may be. So we should all stop judging people and instead show some kindness to them by respecting their culture, customs, religion and basically who they are as a person. So next time, before you are about to judge somebody, remember that each of us is unique, and keep in mind that ‘there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so‘, because if we do, then TOGETHER WE CAN CHANGE THE WORLD!

p/s: What do YOU think about this? Does your opinion differ? Feel free to drop a comment and share your thoughts!

*Media Source: Google Images

…HELLO 2018!

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2017 has passed, and as it steps off the stage, 2018 greets us warmly by the hand! At the start of every year, people set ‘New Year’s Resolutions’, their own personal goals that they wish to achieve in the year. From my humble point of view, I personally think it is more like a trend that everyone is taking part in to be the same as others, and after a few days, they will forget everything! Don’t you think life resolutions should come more regularly than once a year? I believe we should be setting our own personal goals everyday, not waiting a whole year to choose them and working on them for another year to achieve only a few of them! Some of the most popular resolutions are:

  • Go to bed early
  • Spend time with family
  • Reduce TV time
  • Read more books

These are almost never stuck to – and they’re things we should be doing every day! Don’t you think that our resolutions are mostly too self-centred? I feel they are quite selfish as we are mostly thinking about ourselves, and not the other people who have helped us a lot, or who are in need! So, this year, why not break the stereotypical trend and put our faith in God to help us achieve what we want. Whilst we help others and continue what we are already doing, doubling the effort, God always has the best plan for us, and if we do good things, we will surely be rewarded in return!

To start the New Year, I pray to God to put my parents on the top of His list for 2018 so I can continue making them happy as they are my main priority in life. How I will do this is:

  • To keep on being a good son to Mrs Mom and Mr Dad every day so I can be able to make them proud and give them what they deserve in return for their love towards me
  • To continue setting a good example to Fatimah and Ali and help them to do the same

I have full faith in God that He has the best plan for me because no matter how much trials I am put through in life, things always work out perfectly in the end with His countless blessings! He is indeed Al-Wahhab (The Supreme Bestower) as He has continuously gifted us no matter what!

And one thing we can all do to start the year on a good note is to give out to those who give to us, starting at home. Surprise our parents by doing something small around the house! Keep a good attitude and volunteer to help our parents. Don’t think of household tasks as chores where we’re wanting a reward in return, think of them as our responsibility as a member of the family. Of course, always be kind to our siblings too and avoid jealousy, or arguments – after all, siblings are some of God’s greatest gifts! Then reach out to the outside world, like the neighbours, and maybe even local community! From small things, like a smile, to big things, like donating money for a good cause, and all the stuff in between, everything can help and each little thing counts towards a better future! So, come on! If each and every one of us does this, then TOGETHER WE CAN CHANGE THE WORLD!

p/s: …HELLO 2018!