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| 2016 NCC CALLIGRAPHY GROUP 3,1 ST GOLD WINNER Ayyub Mohamed Ismail |
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| 2016 NCC CALLIGRAPHY GROUP 3,1 ST GOLD WINNER Ayyub Mohamed Ismail |
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| 2016 NCC CALLIGRAPHY GROUP 3,1 ST GOLD WINNER Ayyub Mohamed Ismail |
Monday, 16 May 2016
2016 NCC CALLIGRAPHY GROUP 3,1 ST GOLD WINNER Ayyub Mohamed Ismail
Your Friend Is Your Destiny by Maryam Mohamed Ismail
Your
Friend Is Your Destiny
Bismillahir Rahmanir Raheem. Alhamdulillah, Assalatu
Wassalamu ala Rasoolillah, Amma bad
Honourable judges, respected elders and my dear
brothers and sisters, Assalamu Alaikum Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh
So before I begin my speech I just want to know
whether I am speaking to the right audience.
Whoever’s ultimate goal in life is to go to Jannah
and attain the pleasure of Allah put your hands up.
Whoever thinks that they need a friend in life put
your hands up
Whoever has been brought up in a Western country put
your hands up.
Alhamdulillah! I have got the perfect audience. This
speech is tailor made for you!
Today Im standing in front of you to deliver a speech
on the topic of ‘Your Friend Is Your Destiny’. So when I first read the topic
the immediate thought which came into my mind was that if I was the one who was
responsible for my thoughts and actions which leads to my destiny then how can
my friends be my destiny? I mean they can’t force me to do anything!
But when I did my research I was really shocked to
come to the conclusion that your friends are your destiny.
Well who is a friend? According to the oxford
dictionary a friend ids a person whom one has a bond of mutual affection,
typically one exclusive of family relations.
So in order for us to understand this concept deeply
we need to understand what friendship is like in the society in which we live
in today.
Friendship in our society is based on benefit. It’s
called a self interest bond. Friends come together on mutual interest so that
they can get comfort from each other and do things together. And when they have
problems they can turn to their friends for advice.
So since friendship in our society is based on
benefit it breaks up very easily. That’s why we see people that once their interest
is completed they drift apart. So we can see that in order to maintain our
friendship we’ve either got to fit in or please them. So how can we stick up to
ourselves? It really won’t work like that! In both situations whether
intentionally or unintentionally we are obliged to accept other peoples thought
and actions. And because we spend so much time with our friends their concepts
enter our thoughts, then it becomes our concepts, which leads to our actions
which determine our destiny.
The Prophet (saw) said in a Hadith that, “The example
of a good companion and a bad companion is like that a seller of musk and the
one who blows the blacksmiths bellows. As for the seller of musk he’ll either
grant you some or you buy some from him or at least you enjoy a pleasant smell
from him. And as for the on e who blows the blacksmith’s bellows he’ll either
burn your clothes or you’ll gain an offensive smell from him.” Reported by
Sahih Bukhari and Muslim
Subhanallah! This is so true! Let us take ourselves
for instance... Suppose we are with our friends and one of us starts
backbiting... What do we do? We either add a comment... Laugh...or be silent.
But do any of us actually stop them? And this is how peer pressure works.
This concept is even proven to you by science. Let me
quote to you what Abialbon Paul who is a Physician into Pharmalogical research
says about peer pressure, “In simpler terms Peer Pressure is a powerful force
that compels people to do something or act in a certain way which would make
them feel accepted amongst their peers.”
So my dear brothers and sisters, I have proven to you
that you’re Friend Is Your Destiny through reality science and divine
evidences. This is the fact! The important thing now is how we can make our
destiny better? What is the way forward for us?
And I’d like you to reflect on the Hadith where the
prophet (SAW) said, “A person is likely to follow the faith of this friend so
look whom you befriend.” Reported by Sahih Abu Dawood
So now my dear brothers and sisters we need to take a
step back and think about ourselves... Who are my friends? What do we do
together? Is it something that pleases Allah (swt) or displeases him? What do
we talk about? Is is something about Allah, Islam, something good and
productive or is it about movies, guys, girls, fashion or gossip about who
Taylor Swift has broken up with now! And I can see some of the honest people
smiling down there! Anyway, Are we confident enough to encourage amongst
ourselves Islam or not. And when we make a mistake, do our friends actually
correct us or vice versa?
If the answers to these questions are positive, then
Alhamdulillah! We can carry on this friendship. However if the answers to these
questions are negative, we need to pause at this point and think... Are we
going to please our friends in the expense of displeasing Allah (swt)? Are we
still going to befriend someone whom you already know that they are just you
friend for benefit? Is it worth sacrificing out eternal happiness just for a
temporary one?
My dear brothers and sisters of we don’t question
ourselves now and correct ourselves now, it’ll not only affect us in this life
but also in the hereafter. Allah (swt) tells us what people will say about
their friend in Surah Furqan verse 28.
يَـٰوَيۡلَتَىٰ لَيۡتَنِى لَمۡ أَتَّخِذۡ فُلَانًا خَلِيلاً۬
Which means:”Oh woe to me! I wish I had not taken that one as a friend!”
Subhanallah! This Qur’an Ayah is just so powerful and scary! And it adds
to the concept that your friends are your destiny. May Allah (swt) safeguard
all of us from these people. Ameen
So after listening to all this one may think of not wanting to have a
friend. But it’s human nature of wanting to have a friend. And that’s why Allah
(swt) has given us so many guidelines on how to choose and how to be a good
friend.
S o in order for you to remember everything that I’ve said today, I have
made an easy checklist by using the same letters of the word ‘FRIEND’.
Number 1: ‘F’ is to ‘Find Out’. So we need to find out... who am I?
What’s the purpose of my life? What’s the ultimate goal of my life? And if we
find the answers to these questions correctly, then we would know what the
destiny we want to achieve.
Number 2:’R’ is for ’Righteous’. Which means that first of all we’ve got
to be a righteous person and then find righteous people to befriend with. It
doesn’t matter about their age, colour or race. Because Allah (swt) says in
Surah Az-Zuckruf Verse 67:
ٱلۡأَخِلَّآءُ يَوۡمَٮِٕذِۭ بَعۡضُهُمۡ لِبَعۡضٍ
عَدُوٌّ إِلَّا ٱلۡمُتَّقِينَ
Which means; “Close friends on that day will be enemies to each other,
except for the righteous.”
N umber 3: ‘I’ is for ‘Intention’. Which means that our intention should
be pure. Our friendship is only for the sake of Allah (swt), and there should
not be any other hidden agenda.
Number 4: ‘E’ is for ‘Eternal’. Which means that our friendship should
continue eternally.
Number 5; ‘N’ is for ‘Nice’. Which means that we should be nice to each
other. Even when correcting and advising each other. Even when correcting and
advising each other, it should be done in the best possible manner.
Last but least, ‘D’ is for ‘Destiny’. Which means that our friend is our
destiny!
Finally I conclude my speech by asking Allah (swt) to make our destiny
in this life and the hereafter beautiful through our righteous friends.
Ameen
Jazakallu Khairan for listening to my speech.
Wa’akhiru Da’wana Anil Hamudu Lillahi Rabbil Aalameen.
Assalamu Alaikum Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh.
2nd Gold winner,
Group 4 NCC 2016
02 April 2016
Sunday, 15 May 2016
Wednesday, 16 March 2016
2015 Summer Reading Challenge
2015 Summer Reading Challenge
Completed
Completed
by
Maryam Mohamed Ismail
Ayyub Mohamed Ismail
and
Haajar Mohamed Ismail
Winning in 2015 Islah Quran Competition
Two more trophies for two of our children at
2015 Islah Quran Competition
Ayyub 2nd (school group year 5-6)
Haajar 1st (school group year 3-4)
Haajar Mohamed Ismail
Ayyub Mohamed Ismail
2015 Islah Quran Competition
Ayyub 2nd (school group year 5-6)
Haajar 1st (school group year 3-4)
Haajar Mohamed Ismail
Ayyub Mohamed Ismail
Being Good to Our Parents
Being
Good to Our Parents
Bismillahir Rahmanir Raheem. Alhamdulillah.
Assalatu Wassalamu ‘Alaa Rasoolillah, Amma Ba’d.
Honourable judges, respected elders, and my dear
brothers and sisters, Assalamu Alaikum Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh.
Before I start my speech, I want to make sure I’m
speaking to the right audience. So, among the audience, whoever wants to go
Paradise, put your hands up. Whoever has their parents with them right now, put
your hands up. And, whoever has been born or brought up in a Western society,
put your hands up. Alhamdulillah, I’ve got the right audience.
So today I am standing in front of you to deliver
a speech on the topic of ‘Being good to your parents’, Insha Allah.
I’ll begin my speech with a quick glance at the
society, how do they be good to their parents? Most of the elderly people are
neglected and regarded as a burden to society, people only appreciate their
parents’ work on Mother’s Day or Father’s Day and children have no respect for
their parents whatsoever, etc. A’udhubillah.
Some people might think that at least I am better
than them. But let’s see what Allah (swt) says about being good to your
parents. In Suratul ‘Israh, verse 23, Allah (swt) says:
وَقَضَىٰ رَبُّكَ أَلَّا تَعۡبُدُوٓاْ إِلَّآ
إِيَّاهُ وَبِٱلۡوَٲلِدَيۡنِ إِحۡسَـٰنًاۚ
Which means: And your Lord had decreed to worship
none but him, and be the best to your parents.
What did Allah (swt) say? Not good, not better,
but the best. Allah (swt) gives us a complete and comprehensive guideline in
one word:
إِحۡسَـٰنًاۚ : the best.
Which means everything we do towards our parents
should be the best whether it could be politeness, humbleness, kindness,
whatever the thought, action, attitude, behaviour should be the best.
If I want to explain to you in a
nutshell, think, how would we behave in front of the Queen? We would be polite
and kind and do what she asks right away. We must be even better than
that to our parents. When they ask us to do something, we should do it right
away with love, not with a long face or asking them ‘why me?’ You know what I’m
talking about? Anyway, they don’t ask us to do anything for themselves, all
they ask is to do our own stuff or something which benefits us. They ask us to
study. Why? For a bright future when we grow up. They don’t let us watch
movies. Why? To protect our brain and soul. They ask us to pray. Why? So we can
become good Muslims.
In the same ayah, Allah (SWT) says:
فَلَا تَقُل لَّهُمَآ أُفٍّ۬
Which means: Don’t utter the word of
‘uff’ to them.
The word ‘uff’ means ‘aww’ or groaning
and grumbling. Allah says that you can’t even say ‘aww’ to your parents. We
can’t even think of doing it. This is how polite we should be to our parents. It
is heart-wrenching to see some people raise their voice at their parents,
swear, talk back, argue with them and make fun of their accent. A’udhubillah.
My dear brothers and sisters, these are not jokes! Who taught you how to speak
in the first place?
My dear brothers and sisters, we all
take our parents for granted. That’s why we don’t understand their value, their
unconditional love and kindness and unparalleled sacrifices. Most of us don’t
even appreciate what their parents do for them, and think that their parents
are servants and expect their parents to do stuff for them, then find faults in
them and complain. Why do you always have to make rice? Why don’t you buy me a
phone? My dear brothers and sisters, even before we were born our parents
sacrificed everything for us and they still are sacrificing for us. Our parents
left their country, their home town, their house, their parents and everything
and living here for one reason, only one reason, because of us, to give us a
bright future. They curb their desires in order to attain our desires. They cry
in order to make us happy. You know exactly what I’m talking about. We should
take heed in when Allah tells us in Surah Luqman, verse 14:
ٱشۡڪُرۡ لِى وَلِوَٲلِدَيۡكَ
This means: Show gratitude to me and to your
parents.
So we can see that our gratitude to Allah is
incomplete unless we show gratitude to our parents.
Subhanallah.
We will
never be able to pay back our debt to our parents. The only thing we can do is
be thankful to them. My dear brothers and sisters, we should be thankful to our
parents for all the things they have done for us. My dear brothers and sisters,
I can understand where all these attitudes are coming from because I was born
and bred in this Western society. Our society’s opinion of life is different.
They want to seek out the happiness here and now. So if their parents are a
barrier, blocking their way, they will disobey them or get rid of them or do
whatever their mind orders them to do.
My dear
brothers and sisters, we should not be trapped in this idea and opinion. The
happiness can be achieved by attaining Jannah and pleasing Allah (swt). The
happiness that we get here is temporary, it won’t last for long. So, what’s the
point of sacrificing a eternal happiness for an temporary one?
My dear
brothers and sisters, we are Muslims and Allah (swt) has already given us a
perfect way of life and we don’t need to copy anybody else. All I can say is,
it is a very serious matter in the sight of Allah. So what I can say in a
nutshell is trust your parents and be obedient, help them, make them your best
friend, treat them with the best possible manner and try to please them in
every possible way and fulfil their aspirations and desires and should never
hurt their feelings. Because the Prophet (SAW) said in a Hadith, ‘He who wishes
to enter Paradise through its best door must please his parents.’ Subhanallah.
My dear
brothers and sisters we are so lucky, we have our parents with us but there are
so many orphans around the world so let’s be good to our parents before it’s
too late.
Finally, I
conclude my speech by asking Allah (swt)to guide us and help us treat our
parents in the way that he told us to and attain the pleasure of Allah through
pleasing our own parents. Ameen. Ameen. Ya rabbal ‘aalameen.
Maryam (RA)
Maryam
(RA)
March 2015
Bismillahhirahmaniraheem.
Alhamdulillah Asalatu wasalamu alaa Rasoolillah amma bad.
Honourable
judges, respected elders and my dear brothers and sisters:
Assalamu Alaikum
Warahmatullahi wa barakatuh!
I
begin my speech by asking a few questions to my audience:
·
Whoever has been the odd-one, out put
your hands up.
·
Whoever has been bullied put your hands
up.
·
Whoever has to battle everyday in order
to keep their modesty put your hands up.
·
Whoever wants to know a perfect
role-model to overcome these situations listen to my speech attentively.
Today
I’m standing in front of you to talk about one of the greatest women who lived
on the face of this earth. She is the only women whose name is mentioned in the
Quran, and there is a whole chapter in the Quran named on her name. Yes, she is
Maryam Bint Imran the mother of Isa (AS).
She
is the women described by Allah (SWT) as the purest and the chosen one.
Allah (SWT) says in Surah Ala-Imran Verse 42:
Which
means:
Oh
Maryam, indeed Allah has chosen you and purified you, and chosen you above the
women of the worlds.
Subhanallah!
So
when I came to know all about her status in Islam and with Allah (SWT), it
really made me think:
Why
Allah (SWT) has given her such a high status?
How
did she attain this?
OK
let’s find out;
Maryam
(RA) was born into a noble family In Jerusalem. Her father was Imran Bin Mathan
who was a pious scholar from the Bani Isra’eel. Her mother was Hannah Bint
Faqudh who was a pious woman from the Bani Isra’eel. When her mother was pregnant,
she made a promise to Allah (SWT) to dedicate her unborn child to the service
of Bayt Al Maqdis. When Maryam (RA) was born, her mother didn’t break the
promise, because at that time it was a role of a boy to serve in the Masjid. As
the promise of her mother Maryam (RA) began to serve In the Masjid. This service
included worshiping Allah (SWT) and taking care of the Masjid at all time. I
just want you to think for a moment; Maryam (RA) was a child, while the rest of
the children were playing outside, she (RA) was worshipping Allah (SWT) all day
and night! And it was a role of a boy after all! Wasn’t she the odd one out
amongst her society? But Subhanallah! Look at her devotion to Allah (SWT), she
(RA) didn’t care about what other people thought of her, or being out from her
society. Rather she loved the worship of Allah (SWT), as what her name meant,
she was the one that worshiped, why? Because she understood that she is nothing
but a slave of Allah (SWT). My dear brothers and sisters, we also need to understand
that we are nothing but slaves of Allah (SWT). We should always follow the
commands of Allah (SWT) even if we have to be the odd on out. Insha Allah!
Maryam
(RA) was brought up under the care and guardianship of Zakariyyah (AS), because
her father passed away before she was born.
Time
passed by, and one day Maryam (RA) was encounted by Jibra’eel (AS) to give her
the news of having a baby in a miraculous way. Jibra’eel (AS) came in a
beautiful human form. As soon as she (RA) noticed that somebody was looking at
her she said:
“Indeed I seek refuge
in the Most Merciful from you, if you should be fearing of Allah.”
Subhanallah!
Look at her level of haya and Taqwa. She (RA) immediately said what was in her
mind, she (RA) didn’t even wait to listen to what he wanted to say and also
reminded him to fear Allah (SWT).
My
dear brothers and sisters, there is a greater lesson in Maryam (RA), especially
where the society we live in views boys and girls relationships as normal! And
not only that! Whomever stays away from this fitnah their view as abnormal!
A’oodhu Billah!
I
know it’s a battle, but as Muslims we should always keep in mind that Allah
(SWT) has set boundaries for us. We should never ever surpass these boundaries.
We should keep the two shields of Maryam (RA), which are her God conscious and
Haya to battle against this fitnah. May Allah (SWT) protect all of us from this
fitnah. Aameen.
So
now, we all know what happened afterwards, Maryam (RA) became pregnant, and
went through all the sufferings all by herself. There wasn’t anyone to help her
or console her. The only things she had was patience, Tawakkul, trust in Allah
and she accepted the Qadr of Allah (SWT).
So
when the baby Isa (AS) was born, Allah (SWT) ordered her to take the baby to
the society, and even ordered her not to speak! The society at that time is no
where near to todays… it’s totally opposite! Even if you smell like adultery
you’ll be punished, bullied and abused! Now you can’t even explain that you’re
innocent. And Maryam (RA) knew this very well! But she didn’t avoid the
situation! She didn’t give up! Rather she faced the situation without any
hesitation! How? Because she obeyed the commands of her creator, Allah (SWT),
and she (RA) had a high level of Tawakkul, trust in Allah. ”If Allah is with
me, then I don’t care, he (SWT) will show me a way out of it!”
And
Allah (SWT) did show her a way out of it, by making the baby speak and prove
the people that she was innocent! Subhanallah!
My
dear brothers and sisters, remember, Maryam (RA) went through all of this only
because she followed the commands of Allah (SWT)! Sometimes we also face
situations, where people bully, abuse and reject us only because we follow the
command of Allah (SWT). We also shouldn’t hesitate, give up or avoid the
situation. Rather we should face the situation with Tawakkul. Insha Allah.
So
now it made me clear, that Maryam (RA) attained her high status, not because
she was a mother of a prophet, but because of who she was. Because of her high
level of Haya, Taqwa, Obedience, devotion, submission, purity, e.t.c.! That’s
how she (RA) attained perfection! Nabi (SAW) has said, that:
“Many amongst men
attain perfection, but amongst women none attain perfection, except Maryam the
daughter of Imran and Aasiyah the wife of Fir’ awn.”
That’s
why Allah has mentioned her name in the Quran, and telling me and you to take
her as our role models.
Finally,
I conclude my speech by sharing this advice with you: Maryam (RA) gained all
these qualities through knowing about Allah (SWT) and having a close
relationship with him. So in order for us to gain these qualities, first of all
we should get to know Allah (SWT), learn our deen and put it into practice.
Insha Allah.
“May
we all take Maryam (RA) as our role-models in every aspect of our lives.”
Aameen!
Wa
Aakhiru Da’wana Anilhamdulillahi rabbil Alameen.
Jazakallah
Khairan.
Wasalamu
Alaikum Warahmatullahi Wabarakaatuh.
Tiger War
Tiger War
By Ayyub Mohamed Ismail
Chapter 1
“What shall we play today, guys?” George Hill
asked. George was not known as ‘George’ among his friends. They all had
nicknames. George was called ‘Rally’ as he was good at finding shortcuts.
“I dunno, Rally.”
Chris or ‘Hammer’ as he was known, answered. Hammer was a huge, muscular boy who
was very fast at running.
Max or ‘X-Ray’
said “Well, we can’t wait around, waiting for school to start.”
“I can.” Hammer grunted.
“I know! I know!”
Karl or ‘The Brain’ shouted. “We’ll play ‘Hunt the Cats’!”
“Great idea!”
Hammer grinned. “Right, I’m counting. Go hide you lot!”
5 minutes later
Once they were
inside the classroom, Rally noticed a boy. A new boy. He sat there at the front
of the class in front of Mr Haylings.
“Mornin’ class!”
Mr Haylings boomed in his Scottish accent. “Ta dae I wid like tae inrodees you
to Alan. He is a new boy so I wid like ye to be a wee bit nice tae him.
A’right, class?”
“Yes, Mr
Haylings.” The class chorused.
Hammer, Rally,
X-Ray and the Brain stared at the boy. He was very, very tall, probably taller
than Hammer. His hair was a sleek blonde colour, his eyes very hazel. He looked
fit enough to outrun Trap, and as you will find, out he does...
Chapter 2
A NEW MEMBER
Outside, in the playground, Hammer approached
the new boy, Alan.
“Hello.” He began
“Um, my name’s Christopher but everyone calls me Chris.”
Alan smiled. “Hi,
Chris. I’m Alan. Alan Davies.”
“Oh. Do you want
to come and play with us?”
“Of course.”
So Hammer took
Alan to his friends.
“Hello, I’m
Rally.”
“Wotcha, I’m
X-Ray.”
“Nice to meet you,
I’m The Brain.”
Alan stared.
“Funny names, you’ve got.” He said.
“Oh their not
real names, just nicknames.” The Brain said. Alan looked at Trap. “What’s your
nickname?”
“I’m Hammer.”
“If I were one of
you I wonder what I would be called.” Alan said to no one in particular.
“I reckon you’ll
be called G Giraffe.” The Brain said, “You’re legs are so long and thin.”
Alan looked down
at his legs, as if seeing them for the first time.
“I s’pose they
are.” He shrugged.
“Tell you what.
Let’s have a race. Then I think we might find you a name.” Hammer winked at his
friends. Alan looked as though Hammer were talking rubbish. But he skipped off
to have a race with him. The three others watched. They were sure that Hammer
was going to win. But if he lost, they would call Alan either, Flash or Speedo.
Rally put three fingers
up. “3...2...1...GO!”
Alan shot of like
a human missile and reached the end of the playground in six seconds. When he
turned around he saw Hammer staring with his jaw hanging open.
Alan laughed. He
jogged back to the others.
“Right then, I
think we’ve found you a name, Cheetah Boy,” the Brain said. “We could call you
Speedo.”
“Right then,
Speedo it is.” Alan said.
The whistle blew
and the gang and the new member Speedo ran back to class.
Chapter 3
COACH JOHN
“Mornin’ Alan. I
dinna see you there. Class, have ye dun the essays I told ye tae do fae ‘ome
work?”
There was a
chorus of grumbling as the class took their essays out of their rucksacks.
“I will choose
wun of ye tae read out ye essay about the lartnin’ fast cheetah.”
Mr Haylings
scanned the class.
“Max, dinna put
ye pencil up ye norse.” Mr Haylings said as the rest of the class giggled.
“Christine, come
up ‘ere and read ye essay.”
Christine
Fleckman came to stand next to Mr Haylings. Then she read out her essay. She
kept repeating stuff like ‘the cheetah is the fastest land animal’ and ‘it can
run faster than a sports car’.
When she finished
everyone applauded. Mr Haylings looked at his watch.
“Time for gym,
class. Pack up ye pencils and rubbers and go to the hall. Coach John will be waiting
for you.”
Coach John was
P.S 42’s gym teacher back in the day. He’s retired but they keep bringing him
back as a sub.
“Hold it, Ray.”
Rally called as he ran down to the hall. “Old ‘Aylin’ wants to speak to you.”
“What’s he want now?” X-Ray grumbled as he
walked to the classroom.
“Another
detention for putting a pencil up ye norse.” The Brain said, mimicking Mr
Haylings. The others howled with laughter.
10 minutes
later...
“HEY, YOU!
PORCUPINE!” Coach John yelled. “You’re late, fella! Lateness is for losers!”
X-Ray looked at
him. ‘He’s insane,’ he thought. Actually, Coach John is insane. Have you
watched those military movies where the drill sergeant is a total maniac and
keeps shouting at everybody? Take away the uniform and you’ve got Coach John.
That’s one explanation. #2 Coach John isn’t good with names. He names people by
their looks or personality. E.g Porcupine, X-Ray’s got spiky brown hair. #3 He
shows all the scars that he got at his knee surgeries. #4 He’s extremely rude.
“What you staring
at then! Change, move it. Hup, hup, hup!”
Chapter 4
GYM WITH ALAN
“RUN, MAGGOTS,
RUN!”
The whole sixth
grade class was puffing around the hall. They weren’t running, though. They
were almost fainting. Even Hammer was trailing around the room. Soon everybody
was on the floor except for one person. Alan was sprinting around the hall at
seventy miles an hour.
“GET UP, YOU FLEA
RIDDEN MUTTS!” Coach John yelled.
They got up and
starting chanting, “A-lan, A-lan, A-lan.”
Then a sudden
change came over the boy. He bended his back over and put his hands on the
floor. Then he started going in circles sprinting on all fours. A blue tide
ripped out of his body and his skin began to change. Fur bristled on his back.
Not just any old fur. Orangey brown fur with black stripes on it.
Then the blue
tide wrapped around everybody in the room. Everybody except Hammer, Rally,
X-Ray and the Brain.
“Come on, quick!”
Alan hissed. “We don’t have time.
Alan’s voice had
changed. Instead of a calm, steady voice, his voice had changed into, a low,
gravelly kind of voice.
“No time for
what?” asked a bewildered X-Ray.
“No time to
answer your questions.” Alan growled. Now everyone realised the truth. Alan was
no human boy. He was a wild, male tiger, huge and powerful.
“Err, Are you
sure you won’t eat us up?” A terrified Rally asked.
“Of course I
won’t.” Alan paused to lick his paws. “Without you boys, there is no way my
people will survive this attack...”
These words were
enough for the four boys. They swung their legs over the tiger’s stripy
backside, and held on tight.
“Jungle Base,
send in the portal,” Alan requested, to no one in particular.
Instantly, the
air was filled with a bright red light. With a mighty roar, Alan leapt into it.
There was a flash, and then blackness...
“Err, are you
sure this is working, Alan?!” Hammer cried. “We’re falling!”
“Don’t worry,”
Alan growled. “We’re nearly there.”
Chapter 5
Supper hero
Byy Ayyub M0hamed Ismail
Byy Ayyub M0hamed Ismail
Chapter 1
Hey,
I’m Jake Kent and right now I’m pacing around my flat. My sidekick, Fred Wright
said he had some news and he was coming right over. He’s taking a really long
time. Looks like he’s going to McDonalds for a feast of chocolate doughnuts and
then coming over. Normally, you would think that I am a regular twelve year old
kid. Right? I’m kinda tall for my age and my blonde hair is really spiky. I
have glinting green eyes and I am a black belt in ninjutsu or karate,
whatever you want to call it. And I live a normal life. My sidekick, Fred is
even taller than me and his eyes are so pale blue they look like ice. His
blonde hair is spiky as well. He has super powers, just like me which makes us
not as regular as you thought, huh? He can freeze someone with ultra-ice
powers. Yep. You have super powers according to your eye colour. He can freeze
you even if he’s not wearing gloves. He just wears them to fool the
supervillians in thinking that his gloves have superpowers. When he turns
superhero his eyes go white like you know Batman and Robin? Yeah it’s totally
cool.
Rat-a-tat-tat!
Ah,
he’s here. Better open the door hadn’t I?
“You
took your time. What took you so long?”
Fred
simply replies,
“Traffic.”
Yeah,
right. Like I’m supposed to believe that. Fred doesn’t even drive here, he
walks. I give him one of my ‘are you sure?’ looks.
“Okay,
okay. I’ll tell you. I was going to buy a newspaper but the newsagents shop was
closed so I had to go to edge of town to buy one.”
“Huh?
Whadd’ya need a newspaper for?”
Fred
rolls his eyes.
“Duh!
For the news I was going to bring you!”
Oh
yeah, I forgot to give you a little background. Me and Fred are a superhero
team. Like Batman and Robin. Or Sherlock Holmes and that other dude,
whathisname? Oh yeah, Dr Walter or something like that. I’m the main one. To
answer your question, why are you the main superhero, Fred or Ice Shock, has
always been a ‘get on with it behind the scenes’ kind of guy. I’m better at
presenting, I have more powers and I normally win the fights. And my superhero
name is ‘Earthraptor.’ Huh? Oh, Fred’s talking again.
“Yeah,
so as I was saying Evil Weevil just stole the Scrolls from the Hero Museum…”
“WHAAAAAAAAT?
The Weevil just stole my grandfather’s Superhero Scrolls? Their priceless! And
I haven’t learned how to master the Death Touch and the Sword of Justice!”
“Hey,
calm down, man, we’re gonna bring the Weevil down. We’ve beat him before and
he’s come back for revenge.”
The
Weevil is the planet’s #1 enemy. He comes from the planet of Genesis which was
under Martian rule. The Weevil and his family fled when he was 12 years old but
his family died from a laser blast from Earth. He fell out of the spaceship and
fell unconscious and the Crabs found him. They took him aboard and treated him
and they’ve been best buds ever since.
“Hello,
Fred! What’s up?”
Hey,
that’s my Granddad. He’s awesome. I live with him now because my dad died
before I was born and Mum died of cancer. I can still remember the howl of
sadness erupting from me when Granddad told me. But that was 5 years ago, when
I was 7 years old. My Granddad trained me how to use my powers that I was born
with. Then he wrote the Scrolls down. Fred read them and trained and trained
until he got those powers. But we still have weaknesses. Mine are cats and pigeons
and mice. Fred’s is seeing blood and wasp stings. Granddad’s used to be fish
but he’s lost his powers now. And he’s too old. But for a man his age he is
cool.
“Oh,
hi, Mr Kent. I was telling Jake about our next mission.”
“Hey,
wait, you never said anything about a miss…”
Fred
shuts my mouth with his hand.
“So
what’s going on? Another robbery? Or somebody stole your baby sister’s diapers?”
That’s
Granddad for you. He’s always got something funny up his sleeve.
Fred
shakes his head. “It’s a robbery but it was committed by one of our worst
enemies.”
“Who
was it?”
“The
Weevil.”
“The
Weevil? Evil Weevil?”
“Yep,”
I butt in. “And we gotta get on this case as soon as possible. Fred, tomorrow,
meet me in the tree house.”
Fred
grins. “Gotcha.”
But
Granddad shakes his head. “You two have got school tomorrow. You can’t let
being a superhero be top priority. Education comes first.”
But
superheroes like me don’t go down without a fight. “But Granddad, if the Weevil
has the Scrolls he has the power to defeat anyone on Earth.”
“Not
if they are a superhero.” Granddad says.
“All
right, you win. We’re going school.”
Chapter 2
“So
what do you think we should do about it?” Fred asks as we walk to school.
“About
what?” I say stubbornly.
“About
Evil Weevil and his Crazy Crab team, doofus!” Fred exclaims, tapping me on the
head. “What did you eat for breakfast? Forget everything on toast?”
I
laugh. “Don’t talk about it now. Old Fossil Face is coming in our direction.”
Mr
Bradman comes straight at us. “I don’t suppose you boys know anything about a
lost pair of jogging bottoms?”
“Huh?”
Fred blurts out before he could stop himself.
Mr Bradman mutters something and then
walks away. Mr Bradman is our Science teacher, and according to all of our
school yearbooks, he’s been teaching since the Jurassic Period.
That’s why we call him Fossil Face. Sometimes
Mr Bratman when we get annoyed with him.
As we walk into the classroom, we
stare in horror as Principal Alex strides to the whiteboard. He grabs a pen and
writes: ‘Why are you late?’
Then he turns around and gives me the
pen.
Oh, I get it. He wants me to tell
everyone why we are late.
I write on the board: ‘I ate forget
everything on toast and I forgot it was school until my granddad knocked me on
the head and said it was school so that’s why I was late.’
Everyone behind me roars with laughter
and Fred falls of his chair.
“Go
to your seat, Jake.” Says Principal Alex. “School is not the place to display
your silly jokes.”
My jokes? My jokes? That was Fred’s joke and I get the blame? Fred you chicken,
you’ve got me into trouble!
Chapter 3
The
rest of school goes pretty bad. I won’t bore you with all the details.
Basically, I get yelled at by all of the teachers. Enough said.
In
the tree house, the one me and Fred built in summer vacation, 3 years ago, Ice
Shock and Earthraptor are ready to do battle with the Weevil.
I’ve
got my black ninjutsu suit on with my black belt hanging just
below my bellybutton. My silver Tornado Katana
is strapped to my back. My cape falls just above my knees. I’m ready to go.
Ice
Shock has his electric ice gloves on, (even though he doesn’t need them) his
cape hanging from a lightning shaped pin that my Granddad gave him. On his cape
is the picture of two swords crossed over each other. It is the symbol of our
ancestor’s superhero clan. His brown belt is tied on his waist. In a few weeks
he’ll have his black belt test.
We
can’t fly because we haven’t yet achieved that super ability so Ice Shock
shoots ropes of ice into the air, where they cling to the roof of buildings. My
whole body can feel the sensation of being a superhero again.
My
mum and dad were superheroes too. Mighty Mark and Lightning Lucy. My dad died
in a battle against Pirate Blackbones. Me, Fred, Mum and Granddad challenged
Blackbones’ crew to battle. When it looked like Fred was going to get struck in
the chest by Blackbones, the Sword of Justice appeared in Granddad’s hands and
he struck Blackbones. But the pirate was so evil even the Sword of Justice
couldn’t make him good. That was the only time I had seen the Sword of Justice,
and I know it looks awesome.
“So
how do you think we’re gonna beat the Weevil?” I ask Fred as we swing on the
Ice Ropes.
“It’s
gonna be tough even if we use our best weapons. He’s evil by name, evil by
nature.”
For
a moment we swing in silence. Then suddenly Fred exclaims, “We have been
donkeys lately! Where is the Weevil’s
hideout?”
“I
know. On the cliffs in New Jersey, there’s a huge cave. That’s where his Crab
team sleeps and he has a massive lecture hall, hollowed out from the walls. He
announces his victories there.”
“What
about his defeats?”
“I
don’t know about that.”
We
live in New York so New Jersey is just a few miles away.
As
we near the beach, we hear the sounds of seagulls and waves crashing on the
shore. And if you’re a superhero, you can just hear the voice of Evil Weevil
talking to his Crazy Crab team.
We
attempt to sneak over to the caves because if the people see us they’ll go
crazy. Everybody knows about Earthraptor and Ice Shock. They even draw comics
about us, but they are soooo lame.
They’re just about rescuing cats from trees and catching bubblegum thieves. But
nobody knows we are the superheroes
except Granddad. That’s why we keep out of sight.
I
switch to invisible mode and grab a rock jutting out of the cliff. Then I haul
myself onto another rock and kick a hole into the cliff so my feet can stand.
Fred copies me and soon we are at the caves.
“Which
one is it?” Fred whispers.
I
point to a large cave and putting my finger to my lips I beckon Fred over to
where I am standing. On the right hand side of the cave wall there is a
painting of a cockroach with fire coming out of its wings. I shudder. That is
the symbol of the Weevil’s breed.
I
step inside the cave, remembering to let my toes touch the ground first. It is
one of the stealth skills of a ninja and I got it wrong on my first attempt at
the Black Belt Test. You have to go into the Temple of the Grandmaster, head of
ninjutsu. The aim is to take a flower
out of the Grandmaster’s hand without him knowing. He is old and blind but the
task is far from easy. It is the ultimate test of stealth and my granddad and
dad were the only ninja to pass their Black Belt Test 1st time. I
completed mine on my third attempt when I was 9 years old.
The
inside of the cave is rocky and the walls a pasted with slime. The further we
walk the bigger the passage gets and I notice some rooms opposite each other.
They were probably for the Crazy Crabs. At the end of the passage there is a
large opening, and leading to what looks like a gladiator arena, are some wide
stone steps. I lean forward and hear the voice of the Weevil. This time, his
words are very clear.
“You
see, boys, all I did was take fifty of you Crabs with loads of equipment loaded
in the Nightclaw. We left ten crabs
in flight control and ten crabs at the battle stations. So if we take twenty
crabs away from fifty that leaves us thirty…”
“Brilliant
Maths.” mutters Fred, “Did he get all A plusses in his tests?”
“Shut
up.”
The
Crabs in the hall look like they had been cloned. They are so alike! They have
a red exoskeleton on their back, their skin on their tummies are a pale red,
almost pink. They are wearing a tight black long- sleeved T-shirt with the
words CRAZY CRAB TEAM in Italic red. Their trousers were blue with red stripes
on the side.
The
Weevil was quite a different feature! His face was green with pointy, elf ears
and pale blue eyes. He had a long red scar across his cheek, the one my
Granddad gave him 2 years ago. He was wearing a black cloak with those long
collar that come up to your neck. You know the one that Dracula wears? Yeah,
them. His trousers looked like they had been stitched with black ink. And he
didn’t have anything on underneath his cloak, so you could see his green, bony
body.
Suddenly
a Crazy Crab jerks his face in the direction of us! We are on invisible mode
but any supervillian can see us! And the Weevil’s probably gave them some
power!
I
push Fred down to the ground and press myself against the wall. Any moment now
there is going to be a cry from the Weevil and all the Crabs will charge at us.
I
pull Fred over to one of the rooms and hide behind the door.
“Why
are we…”Fred started to say, but I shut his mouth. Keeping my voice as low as I
can, I whisper in his ear.
“One
of the Crabs saw us, so when they come looking for us in the rooms, all you
have to do is Power Punch the Crab and we take care of the rest.”
Fred
breaths in deeply. “Okay. Sounds all right to me.”
Suddenly,
a stampede of feet smashes the door open, banging Fred on the nose. I can hear
a Crab’s voice saying,
“I
can’t find ‘em anywhere, Master Weevil but I coulda sworn on me mum’s life that
I saw ‘em meddlin’ superwhatsits.”
The
Weevil says, “Don’t be too hasty, Griffin they could be hiding in the wardrobe
or behind the door…”
“Get
ready,” I say to Fred.
The
door swings aside and CRUNCH! The Crab, Griffin staggers backward, cradling its
bleeding nose. Then he falls flat on his back, unconscious.
The
Weevil, who was standing behind Griffin, bawls “ATTACK! SMASH THEM SUPERHEROES
TO DUST!”
The
Crabs charge at us and I whip out with my leg, catching a Crab on his arm. Fred
electric-shocks another one and the red ruffian slumps to the floor. I kick
another Crab repeatedly in the face and he flails his arms about wildly, his
face streaked with blood. 3 Crabs leap at me from behind but I flip out of the
way and land on the top of the wardrobe. Then I dive on their backs, giving a
very nasty sounding SMASH!
Then
suddenly, Fred’s eyes bulge and he crashes to the floor. Behind him stands Evil
Weevil, grinning from ear to ear.
I
attempt to jump kick at him but he pokes his finger at my arm, sending off
static electricity. I draw my arm back quickly, as if a wasp had stung me. The
Weevil smiles, but instead of leaping at me he walks out of the room. The Crabs
follow him, struck dumb at the reaction of their leader.
Chapter 4
The
lights go off in the room and I stand in pitch darkness. I haven’t yet mastered
the powers to see in the dark. Then without warning, I feel a stinging pain in
my head and I fall to the ground…
When
I wake up I find myself in a hall made of rock. My hands are shackled and I am
chained to a stone pillar. The first thing that comes to my mind is: “Fred?”
“Right
here, Jake.” A faint and weak voice answers. I pull at my chains but it’s no
good. My powers have gone, drained out of my body and I’m sitting here like a
lonely wolf. Wait a sec… maybe my powers are gone but what if Fred’s are still
there?
“Fred,”
I call out, “D’you still have your powers?”
“Lemme
check.” There is a clanking and rustling of metal sound and then silence.
“Fred?”
“Yeah?”
“Does
it work?”
“Does
what work?”
Really,
Fred can be so forgetful sometimes!
“Does
your power work, you doofus!”
“I
really don’t want to say anything.”
“Oh.
Okay.”
Fred
doesn’t want to talk because the Weevil is voice recording us. Don’t ask me how
I know that. I have my ways. Luckily, Bullet, our school’s computer nerd, made
a gadget for exactly this reason. And before you ask, we did bring them.
I
take mines out from under my belt and switch it on.
“Fred,
Fred! Can you hear me?” I whisper into the mouthpiece. “Get your C.W.A.K gadget
out and talk to me, you fool!”
C.W.A.K
stands for Communication Without Anyone Knowing. It works just like a phone but
there is no loudspeaker and it sends silent radio waves over to the other
earpiece. It has a keypad and your gadget has a special code number. You just
type in your friend’s gadget’s code number and, bingo! You can happily talk to
your friend without anyone knowing. And it’s free if you happen to be Bullet’s
friend, which we are. You can talk normally but the radio waves make your voice
quieter. It only communicates with the numbers on the device, so you can’t talk
to any random person. It looks just like a mobile phone but it is grey and is
much smaller and you only use it for
talking. And if you are talking in a room full of people, there’s a little mike
that connects with the gadget’s network. All you have to do is slip the gadget
in your pocket and whisper into the mike. It’s cool; you should try it out
sometime.
“Hey,
Best Cakes. Whadd’ya want?”
Best
Cakes is my nickname at school. I got it in 3rd grade at the annual
cake sale when I started gobbling up all the best cakes without paying. Man, I
got into proper trouble for that one!
“What’s
up, Ice Shock? I just called to see if you have your powers, which I hope you
do.”
“Well
about that. I can freeze the chains and then shake them off. I can’t do
anything about the shackles… yet. After I’ve freed myself I’ll come and get
your butt of the floor”
There’s
a crash then groans and then someone dusting himself down. A moment later, I
see Fred coming over and undoing my chains.
“Not
so hard… OWWW! Fred, you madman, you CUT MY HAND!”
Sure
enough, there was a line of blood on my wrist. Fred had tried to get my
shackles off and he had but he also cut some of my skin off. Thanks and no
thanks, Fred. Let’s move on.
“Not
so loud, man, the Weevil will hear you! Let’s get out of here. I’ll put some
ice on that scar.”
If
superheroes get wounded, the injuries do two things:#1 If the injury is not
that bad it will just go away in a few days. #2 If the is bad then it will turn into a scar. From the information above
I’m sure you can work out what my injury is. Unless you’re just plain lazy that
you don’t even bother.
I
pick myself up and walk down the hall with Fred. There is a double door at the
end of it. I push the door open and step out… onto nothing. Me and Fred drop through
the darkness and land on wooden floorboards.
“Cripes!
It’s a trap!” Fred exclaims.
“Well,
duh?” I say, rolling my eyes and giving Fred one of my ‘tell me something I
don’t know’ looks.
“Errrr……..
Jake?”
“Yeah?”
“I’ve
got a bad feeling about this, dude.”
“So
do I.”
It
is one of the skills in the SuperHeroes’ Scrolls to sense your weakness coming.
I can hear the pattering of cat’s feet and he beat of pigeons wings. Fred can
hear the buzz of wasps and the smell of blood. We both scream out at the same:
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!”
I
grab my Tornado Katana and spin it
round in the air. The last time I was trapped with cats I had no Katana but I was saved by Granddad. This
time I have a Katana but no Granddad.
I spin my sword faster and faster…
C’mon, faster,
faster!
The
cats spring on me inside the room, the wasps swarm all around Fred, the pigeons
flap in carrying bottles of blood in their claws.
We’re dead. I think. Dead as dead leaves.
Fred’s
face is swelling up with wasp stings.
My
face is scratched with claw marks.
But
it’s Fred who’s suffering most. Wasp stings aren’t just his weakness… they’re
his allergy too.
I
untie my belt and fling off the top of my ninjutsu
suit. I cover Fred’s face with it, trying to stop the wasps. When I see that it
doesn’t work I take off my T-shirt and cover him. Then I take off my vest. I’m
wearing nothing except my underwear and ninjutsu
trousers. But at least Fred is staying alive. That’s enough for me. The wasps
stop trying to sting Fred and start on me. The wasps keep coming at me and I
can barely breath now.
“Can’t……………..
breath…” I choke.
The
last sight I will ever see in this world is a swarm of wasps. No, wait. I can
see Fred’s hand reaching out to me. There’s no point. I’m dying. I’m……….. Wait…
“NOOOOO!”
Chapter 5
I
wake up feeling like my butt’s been kicked by the whole world. I slowly sit up
and look around. I am on top of a cliff sitting on the grass. Fred is lying
next to me, his face bloated with wasp stings and scars.
“Rise
and shine, Jake. How you feeling?”
I
whip my head around and see Granddad pouring this purple potion on my
wasp stings.
“Uh,
I feel like I’ve been ripped apart then stitched together by blind mice with no
paws.” I say. “Otherwise, I’m fine.”
Granddad
takes a bottle of water from his pocket. That’s when I notice what he’s
wearing. His SuperHero costume!
“Awesome!
Did you fly all the way here, dude?”
Granddad
looks puzzled. “No I came in the Supermobile.” He points to his old taco truck
which he has decorated into his own awesome car.
“Pour
this on Freddie’s face, will ya?” Granddad says.
I open the lid and splash the liquid on Fred’s
bloated face. Amazingly, the swelled up wasp stings
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