Simply The Best!

HAPPYBIRTHDAY

There are two dates in November that are special to my family: the 10th and the 14th.

Mrs Mom always told us that me, Fatimah and Ali were lucky to have a second mother.

Fatimah and Ali used to ask who that other mother was, but I knew just the person Mrs Mom was talking about. Dr Auntie, Mrs Mom’s elder sister, was someone who had been there for us right from the start. She’s not just your average auntie! Out of everybody on Earth, I haven’t met anybody that could replace her! She’s loving and understanding, and it seems that her heart is made of pure gold.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a day go by without Mrs Mom and Dr Auntie talking to each other, and by that, I don’t mean just once, I mean at least 10 times (or 100, I lose count)! Mrs Mom and Dr Auntie are tightly knit and are very close sisters; I think we only ever need to make a phone call if we’re in urgent need of help! Sometimes, Mrs Mom doesn’t break any good news to us until Dr Auntie is tuned in and listening! And that is how important she is to the family!

Another great trait that makes Dr Auntie ‘Dr Auntie’ is that she’ll never say no, and will do anything to fulfil our needs. I think that if I asked her for £1,000,000, she’d rob a bank just for me (although, of course, she’s an honest and kind person, so I highly doubt that she’ll do anything of the sort. I really need to read those T’s and C’s.)!

I can still remember how she used to always find a way to make me happy when I was little. She knew I was the kind of kid that absolutely LOVED opening presents, so, on top all the other presents she’d got for my birthday, she’d take the wrapping paper and wrap anything she could find – literally. Books, socks, pens, plates. In fact, I still recall one account where I was surprised with a biscuit! Isn’t she sweet?

There’s many other qualities that make her probably the best auntie ever (subject to prejudice and sheer adoration!), so it’s no wonder nobody was like her! She’s my biggest inspiration and is somebody that always tries hard! She won’t give up and will not stop at anything to help her family! She’s definitely the role model to follow! Now, coming back to those two special dates in November, the 14th marks Dr Auntie’s birthday! The whole family looks forward to this day, because it’s that time of the year when we can really thank her for everything she’s done for us!

Dr Auntie has, of course, done many favours for me too, so I have specially dedicated a poem to her, which, I must admit, is small compared to what she has done for me, but is my way of saying thank you. Dr Auntie, this is for you!

Simply The Best!

By The Pawsome Lion

Dedicated to Dr Auntie

There’s millions of people in the world,

But none of them are quite like you,

You’re funny, loving, you’ve got a heart of gold!

And you make us feel like “YAY!” when we’re blue

You’re always there when we need help,

We can just give you a yelp!

A mother you are similar to,

It seems there’s nothing you can’t do!

You’re always by our side,

In the dark, you’re our brightening guide!

And I’d gladly go on and on,

Because when you’re around, no hope is gone!

But it is somebody’s special day,

And it’s a reason for you to shout HOORAY!

Because HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

It’s YOUR special day!

Happy birthday, Dr Auntie! May God make this the best birthday ever!

p/s: Dear Dr Auntie, please pray for my interview, so I can bring back the biggest birthday present of all!

Your favourite nephew (self-claimed! 😁),

Omar Mukhtar – The Pawsome Lion

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11 Reasons Why You’re Great!

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Dear Mamajee,

Now here’s some reasons why you’re the best uncle,

There’s quite a lot, 11, to be exact!

Now, for a start, you’re always caring,

Always loving to all of us!

Number two!

You bring happiness with you,

And three, you’re so talented in cooking,

Your food? It’s basically heaven in a spoonful!

Next up’s the way you’re always by our side,

You’re also smiling, cheering us up!

You brightened up every dark corner,

Your laugh is just the thing to make us grin!

Whenever I think of stars, I remember your eyes,

Your hugs are warm,

Your jokes are so funny!

And to end it all here, you’re so loving!

You’re almost like our father!

And yes, I could go on and on!

Like the fact that you’ll never say no,

Or how you’ll fly across the world just for us!

But I just want to say,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

And thanks for everything you’ve done for us and more!

From your nephew,

The Pawsome Lion,

On behalf of Fatimah and Ali

p/s: Dear Mamajee, remember where we took this picture? My birthday gift to you is some very good news…

Under The Lake

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Every day is just about the same for me. Wake up, brush my teeth, wash my face, grab an apple and walk straight into that 300-foot deep lake outside.

I work under the surface – well, when I say under, I mean on the other side. There’s plenty of other people that come too, it’s part of life for us. We work for Death, writing reports on certain people that are assigned to us, then calculating their life expectancy. Death has less on his plate because of us, so all he needs to do is fix his schedule.

Everything we do, think and feel is written on our bodies as soon as we pass through the portal. When we resurface, the writing disappears. Death pays us quite a fair salary each week, so life is sweet. There’s just one catch: whenever I start work, my skin is empty.

Death doesn’t favour me as much as the others, even though my wages are the same. There was another one like me, but she died sometime before I started. They call us Outsiders, which is pretty rude, but I don’t care.

I was always empty-skinned until that one day when my life seemed to change forever. I went through the same morning routine: brush teeth, wash face, eat apple, walk into lake. I just didn’t know that under the lake, it would be different.

The first few steps in are through the water barrier, then we should arrive on the other side. This time around, though, the journey seemed longer, and as I delved deeper and deeper, I could make out the distinctive shape of a person in the distance, a man, tall and skinny. He gradually came closer and closer, until I could see his face. It was Death himself, and he had grabbed hold of my hand. Before he pushed me up to the surface, he uttered four words: “You, master of me.”

And suddenly I was floating back up, and I flew out of the lake, landing on my feet. I wasn’t the slightest bit wet, as always. There was a piece of paper in my hand, reading:

Take my place under the lake.

Yours,

D.

And on my hand was a single word, as if written in black ink. ‘No need to ask for wages anymore.’ I thought to myself as I walked back to my cosy little home, smiling at my own hand, reading over and over again ‘Death’.

The King and I

Growing up, I used to wonder why my parents really insisted on me speaking in Kelantanese dialect, even when I didn’t want to. Their reason was because the language was their mother tongue and they made it their responsibility to preserve it. They continuously persuaded me to speak and also taught my younger brother and sister, who can now speak the dialect fluently. I quote what my parents said:

“We would be proud to have a child that goes back to their home country and confidently speaks to the local people in their dialect. It would be rude to say ‘Oh sorry, love. I was born and bred in England and I can’t understand a word that you are saying or speak your language.’ And that, my child, is very disrespectful!”

Despite the endless support which was given by my parents, I used to hate meeting other Malaysians in the UK. They made fun of me when I spoke Malay because I was speaking in Kelantanese dialect. I am not talking about kids, I am talking about adults. Most of them had children the same age as me or even older. They laughed at each and every word that came out of my mouth. As a result of that, my confidence to continue speaking Malay was killed and that added to my refusal to speak the language. I questioned a lot, “Why did people make fun of Kelantanese dialect?” but the answer remained a mystery.

Time passed and now I am 10 years old. My parents didn’t stop telling me stories about Malaysia. One day, I heard my parents talking about His Majesty, the Sultan of Kelantan, Sultan Muhammad V. He sounded like an extremely humble, down-to-earth person. I heard many captivating stories about him and his virtuous qualities. He behaves like a common man and prefers to go out without any bodyguards. When a big flood hit Kelantan in 2014, His Majesty rushed out in his truck without anyone accompanying him and aided those in need. He is also occasionally seen voluntarily digging graves with common people. This marvellous Sultan regularly visits mosque and doesn’t claim a special place for himself in the front line. Sometimes, he even leads the prayer himself. He loves his people and wants to be close to their heart, especially on religious occasions. So for the last 10 nights of Ramadan, he opens his palace to the public to let people pray and read Quran all night long. And on Eid ul-Adha, he performs the slaughtering duties himself. To add to his brilliance, he changed the King’s regal salutation from ‘Daulat Tuanku’ (Long Live the King) to ‘Allahu Akbar’ (God is Great) as he is a religious man and strongly upholds his religion. He really is a modest, meek ruler who doesn’t mind to get his hands dirty and is caring about his people.

Finding out that he did all of these wonderful things made me adore him even more. I soon found out that His Majesty was going to be coronated as Yang di-Pertuan Agong of Malaysia (the King of Malaysia) and that made me look up to him even more! I was motivated and started to regain my confidence in speaking Malay. If the King of Malaysia can speak in Kelantanese dialect, then why can’t I? Thank you for inspiring me, Your Majesty, a boy in a foreign land! You are one in a million! So let His Majesty be an example to all of us! Be gratified of who you are, never be ashamed of your roots and your dialect but always remember to remain humble so that Together We Can Change The World! NOW I CAN SAY THAT MY NAME IS OMAR MUKHTAR BIN OMAR MUKHLIS AND I AM A PROUD KELANTANESE FROM MALAYSIA!

Written by The Pawsome Lion on 24/04/2017 in conjunction with the coronation of the country’s sovereign, Sultan of Kelantan, Sultan Muhammad V, as the 15th Yang di-Pertuan Agong of Malaysia.

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Pobble’s Youngest Ever Guest Blogger!

Greetings from Birmingham 🇬🇧
Recently, I was invited by Pobble to write an article for their blog. Pobble is a writing platform for people across the world.

I am so honoured to be their youngest ever guest blogger. I hope to inspire more people to write through my writing.

Please show your support by reading it. You can simply click the link below👇🏻I would be really grateful if you could kindly share it with your family & friends. Your pawsome support is highly appreciated.

Best regards,
The Pawsome Lion 🦁
10 year old Blogger
“I write, you write, we write.
Wait no more, let’s write!
TOGETHER WE CAN CHANGE THE WORLD
#geniusfreezone
p/s: this is for you Mrs Mom ♥️

http://blog.pobble.com/pobble-power-from-a-pupils-point-of-view/

Happy Mother’s Day! ❤️

Dear Mrs Mom,

Throughout my life, you’ve loved me with all your heart and you’ve always stood by my side. So in return for your love, I’ve written a special poem dedicated to you…

My Pawsome Mother!

My mother is pawsome, she’s the best ever,

I wouldn’t want to leave her, no, I’d never!

She loves me with all her heart,

With her, I wouldn’t want to part

She’s one of a kind, she’s one in a million,

In fact, she’s just pure brilliant!

Her smile is dazzling, she shines like the sun,

If love could be measured, hers would weigh a tonne!

From the start, she was my best friend

And I know she’ll be with me right till the end

But most importantly, she cares for me,

She’s always there to keep me company

And that’s why I’m writing this on Mother’s Day,

Because I love my pawsome mother and she loves me too!

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Happy Mother’s Day Mrs Mom! I love you to the moon and back!

Love, The Pawsome Lion

XOXO

Sunday 26th March 2017

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My Pobble Day! #throwback 13th October 2016

FYI, this post is a THROWBACK post! I have lots more pieces of written work that are also waiting to be published! 😛

Hello pawsome peeps! How are you? I hope you’re settling into the new school year OK. A lot of things have been happening since school has started. I am now a Digital Leader, I have gotten into Choir, the new members of JLT have been selected and a lot more! But, there was one particularly exciting event that took place yesterday. Read the following to find out…

It was…a Pobble Workshop!!! I had been waiting for this for ages! Finally, the day had come! Just to let you know, Pobble is a website where teachers and parents are able to post a picture of their children’s writing for the world to read! It is used by 10,000 teachers in over 100 countries and has 30,000+ pieces of work posted on it!

There were only four people out of the whole school that attended the workshop: me, Nimat, Leah and Shoaib. 7 other schools had also come to our school to attend the workshop. They were all Year 6, we were the only people from Year 5!

Of course, there was no better person to host it than the man himself, founder of Pobble, Simon Blower a.k.a. Mr Pobble! I found him very kind and welcoming; we all enjoyed working with him.

To start off, we were shown a picture of an old, scruffy-looking man walking along a road that was shrouded in a thick mist. The only other things that were there to accompany him were several clocks showing different times (mysterious! 😯) and an upside-down lamppost! Using this picture, we had to write three sentences about it: ‘I see…’, ‘I think…’ and ‘I wonder if…’. My sentences were:

  1. I see an old man walking down a foggy road.
  2. I think he may be near water.
  3. I wonder if he can control time?

Most of us wrote the same thing for the third sentence due to the fact that all the clocks in the picture were showing different times. This was related to the theme of our writing, which was…time travelling! We had to write a story in which we travelled through time to a different era. Now, this wasn’t like another old English lesson where we are set off to work after briefly talking about it as a class. In the workshop, we went through each stage of the story-one at a time-whilst we were writing to make sure that it was perfect!

Before we started on our stories, we had to choose an object that would send us on our time travelling adventures! My object was a golden pocket watch with azure hands. Other people chose things like keys, flowers, pendants and even cupboards! Interesting! 😀

After that, we moved on to the first stage of our story, which was called the hook. This was the opening paragraph, which had to grab the reader’s attention and convince them to read on. To cut it short, we had to basically ‘hook’ the reader onto our story.

The second stage of our story was to introduce the magical object that makes us travel through time. In this stage, we had to think of how the object came into our lives. Some people said that their parents owned it and passed it down to them whereas others said that they found it lying on the floor in the street.

The next stage that we had to do was write about our journey through time. The main things that we had to think about were what you could see whilst travelling through time and what it felt like when you time travelled. What colours could you see? Were you flying? Were you spinning? People came up with all sorts of crazy ideas such as ‘being thrown into a tunnel of colour’ and ‘shaking around like a rag doll’. One of my favourites was ‘energy surged through my body like a tidal wave’! 👍

Finally, we had to write up our dilemma! In this stage, we had to reveal the era that we had ended up in and create a problem that we had to face e.g. being captured or not being able to go back home. Then we had to finish off with something called a ‘cliffhanger ending’, which is when the dilemma of a story comes at the end. I pretended that I had travelled to the time period when Queen Victoria ruled and two guards were trying to catch me. Other children chose Ancient Egypt and the Roman time period. One person even decided to travel to the future when robots ruled Earth! Sounds fascinating!

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When we finished all that, our story was complete and ready for posting! We gave our sheets to Mr. Pobble and waved him goodbye. Writing with the founder of Pobble was such a great experience. I didn’t want it to end! Hopefully I will have the chance to have another Pobble day another time! 🙂

Oh well, that’s all for this post. Hope you’ve enjoyed reading it! Don’t forget to keep your eyes peeled for the next post. Goodbye!!!

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