Hello friends! It's me Anisah.
Let me tell you about my day so far…
I woke up reaalllyy early. The sky outside was a little bit dark and the big hand on the clock was only pointing at 6. I tried going back to sleep...I scrunched up my eyes like little raisins and tried to count sheep and rabbits and horses and grumpy frogs, but nothing was working! I was too excited about wearing my World Book Day costume!
Adam had helped me make it at home. It was a superhero costume with a glittery gold cape and a wooden shield that I painted in lots of different colours and decorated with shiny gems.
I haven't decided on a superhero name yet so maybe you can help me out.
I played with my toys in my room for a little while until Adam woke up. Then we went downstairs to have breakfast - cocopops with marshmallows and a strawberry yoghurt smoothie! My favourites!
Because it was World Book Day, my teacher planned lots of fun activities for us to do at home. I decorated my own bookmark and drew a picture of my costume and shared it with everyone in my class to see on the laptop!
After lunch, we had a story writing competition! Miss said that we could ask our brothers and sisters to help us write... so I asked Adam because he had finished all of his school work! He's very clever!
Our story is sooooo funny!! Adam says it's a bit silly and a bit stinky but it has a very, very important lesson.
Miss is going to announce the winner of the competition tomorrow, but I wanted to share my story with you. Let me know what you think of it!!
I hope you enjoy it :D
Lots of love,
Anisah (and Adam)
P.S I have a joke for you. Why did the M&M go to school? Because it wanted to be a smartie!
P.P.S Please send me your favourite jokes!
Imaad’s Lethal Farts
Imaad loved farting.
Most people like to do quiet, secret, piffly farts, but Imaad loved his loud, smelly and trumpety!
He farted first thing in the morning.
He farted when he ate his school dinners in the canteen.
He farted in his sister Salma’s face when she was exercising.
He even farted when he met the Queen on her birthday!
Wherever he went, a smelly smell lingered like boiled eggs and cabbage.
“Imaad must have just walked past” Postman Adam would say in the morning as he dropped off letters in the neighbourhood.
“Imaad have you been sitting in my seat?!” Miss Hope would yell after wet play time.
The school even had to give all the children a special gas mask to wear and an alarm would go off whenever there had been a particularly bad fart!
“Why has nobody told Imaad to stop farting?” you might be wondering. And rightly so.
You see, everyone had tried.
His mum had tried.
His dad had tried.
His sister had tried.
His brother had tried.
His teacher had tried
The butcher, the baker and candlestick maker had tried.
Even the Queen had tried (but that’s a story for another day)!!
Until they all gave up.
Then something extraordinary happened.
It was the first Friday of Ramadhan and Imaad’s first ever visit to the Mosque with his family.
The Ali family all piled into the car like sardines and drove until they reached the Mosque... one street away.
The Mosque was beautiful! With glittery lights, fluffy carpets and a huge box full of money for charity.
Imaad stood in the row with his dad on one side and an old uncle on the other side and tried his best to concentrate.
When the Imam started praying, the sound of the prayer was so peaceful that Imaad forgot where he was.
And that’s where the trouble started...
Because suddenly, out of nowhere and into the silence came a BIG...
FARRRRRRTTTTT
A fart so loud that the glittery lights began to shake, the windows rattled, the floor quaked and the smoke alarm started beeping.
And everyone stopped their prayer
And turned their heads
And pointed their fingers
And looked right at...
Imaad.
*gulp*
Then came the grumbles, the groans the angry whispers and the sounds of ladies puking into their bags.
For the first time in his life, Imaad just wanted that fart smell to disappear!
And just as it looked like Imaad was in danger of being led out of the Mosque, a loud ssssssshhhhhh quietened the noise.
The Imam. In his clean white robes and neatly tied turban. Standing in front of Imaad with his hand stretched out.
*Gulp*
Imaad prepared himself for a telling off. “I probably deserve it”, he thought.
Instead...
The Imam let out a loud Takbeer!
“Allahu Akbar!”
Everyone in the Mosque looked at each other confused. Was the Imam ok?
But the Imam pointed to a pair of black boots behind the box of money for charity. Black boots that belonged to a pair of skinny legs. Skinny legs that belonged to a robber dressed in black and white. A robber who had been knocked out by Imaad’s lethal fart just as he was about to steal the Mosque’s charity box!
“Allahu Akbar!” the men all yelled.
“Imaad’s fart knocked out the robber” the children cheered!
“Hooray for Imaad” the ladies whooped.
“That’s my brother!” Salma shouted.
In the excitement as the robber was taken away by the policemen, nobody heard the kind gentle words between the Imam and Imaad.
But from that day onwards. There was a big change.
Now, Imaad only farts when he absolutely needs to.
And his farts are so quiet and secret and piffly, that no one can hear them! Not even a mouse!!
Of course, the story of Imaad’s robber-stopping fart became legendary and Imaad now has a spot reserved for him behind the Imam whenever he visits the Mosque.
And every year on the first Friday of Ramadhan, the people in the town come together to celebrate the day of Imaad’s lethal fart!
The End