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A Friend In Need Is A Friend Indeed

One hot summer afternoon, Ahmad drove his car along a narrow, bumpy road. He drove quite fast, but not too fast to avoid colliding with another car that might come from the opposite direction, especially when his car was not in a good condition due to the bumpy road.

Suddenly his car jerked and stopped. Ahmad was surprised and he quickly went out of his car. He stepped on the hot, rocky road and and felt the heat of the hot summer sun burning his skin. He shaded his eyes from the sun and went to the back of his car.

Immediately, he saw what was wrong with the car, he had a punctured tyre. He squatted down in front of the punctured tyre,  thinking of how to fix it. He saw a car coming and he stood up and waved his hand at the car. The driver saw him and stopped his car.

The driver walked out of the car and walked towards Ahmad. He looked at Ahmad in disbelief, “Ahmad, I haven’t seen you for a long time!” said the driver excitedly.

“Ariff! I’m so happy to see you. It has been three years since you moved away from the city! Ariff, I need your help. I have a punctured tyre, but I’ve never fix a punctured tyre before,” said Ahmad to his old friend Ariff.

“Sure, I’m glad to help you!” said Ariff with a big smile.

Ariff walked to his car, and took out a spare tyre and some tools from his car boot . Ariff taught Ahmad how to use a car jack and they took out the punctured tyre. After that Afiff taught Ahmad how to put on the new tyre. When they were done, Ahmad thanked Ariff and invited Ariff to his holiday cottage for dinner.

“Thank you for the invitation. I really wish that I could but I had promised my cousin to have dinner at his house tonight. May be some other day, said Ariff before saying good bye .

Ahmad continued his journey to his lakeside holiday cottage. After two hours, he arrived at his destination. It was a lovely, small cottage surrounded by fruit trees, facing a beautiful lake and with a big field o its right.

He heaved a sigh of relief and walked towards his cottage. He plucked some the red, ripe apples from the tree by his drive way before walking inside his cottage. It was almost seven, so he went to the kitchen and prepared his dinner.

Before he could even started eating his meal, his phone rang. He picked up his phone, it was Ariff calling to tell him that his car crashed due to a very heavy rain about two hours drive from Ahmad’s cottage.

Ahmad quickly drove to the accident location and was relieved to see that his childhood friend was unhurt. He invited Ariff to stay at his cottage while his car was being fixed. Ariff thanked Ahmad for being a good friend. A friend in need is a friend indeed

Fred, The Lonely Scarecrow – A Story By Ahmad Ali Karim

A tall scarecrow named Fred, was standing in the middle of a corn field.

He felt so lonely one day, after the kind old farmer passed away.

He saw birds in the sky, and he wanted to be friends with the ones who could fly.

But the birds were all scared of Fred, as scarecrows were meant to make them scared.

He could not tell them with words, that he did not want to scare the birds.

He could not even write a note, nor send the birds a Morse Code.

And Fred was very sad, to be the one that made others scared.

The lonely, sad

Fred, the sad and lonely scarecrow by Ahmad Ali Karim.

Telremy, The Lost Kitten Part 2, By Ahmad Ali Karim

Please click here for Telremy, The Lost Kitten Part 1, By Ahmad Ali Karim

Their father brought home some beautiful Japenese Furin wind chimes in the shape of small bells from Tokyo and they hang them around the veranda. The children were very excited to hear the beautiful sounds produced by the Furin wind chimes whenever the wind blows. Hamid took a green Furin wind chime and hang it on one of the bars of their door grill so that it will make a sound each time the door grill is opened.

His elder sister, Adlin looked at the green wind chime and she got an idea. She picked Telremy up and put the kitten on the grill just below the green bell. Then carefully Adlin pushed Telremy’s head to ring the bell. The clever kitten loved the sound of the Furin and it pushed its head towards the green bell again and again.

The next morning, when the children were having their breakfast, they heard the sound of the Furin from the door grill. Hamid went to the CCTV monitor to see who rang the bell. He saw Telremy on the grill, so it was the clever kitten that rang the bell. Isma opened the door and gave the cute little kitten some cat food and closed the front door.

‘TRRING’ ‘TRRING’ ‘TRRING’ ‘TRRING’, the bell rang again.

“Huh?” said the children, puzzled. Adlin opened the door and they saw the kitten ringing the bell.

“Ooh!” said Adlin in excitement, “Hi Telremy, you are a very clever kitten!”

“Telremy again?” asked Isma.

“Yup!” said Hamid as he peeked from behind Adlin’s shoulder.

The kids fed the hungry kitten and since then, the kitten would ring the bell when ever it wanted to eat or wanted to play with the children. Over the days, Telremy made friend with an orange cat named Apricot and since then, they played together everyday.

A few months passed and one night the family went out for dinner. As usual, Telremy excitedly ran after the children and they played with the kitten for a while before getting inside the car. They left the house after feeding the kitten.

It was very late when they reached home and everyone was sleepy. They were greeted only by Apricot, so the children looked for Telremy. 

“Maybe Telremy’s out somewhere, exploring or making new friends,” said Hamid.

Early the next morning, the children opened the door hoping to see the kitten sleeping in its box but Telremy was not there. Everybody was worried about Telremy. Isma checked the CCTV to see if Telremy had gone out earlier that morning before they went out looking for the kitten.

She saw Telremy playing with Apricot under the mango tree in front of their house just after they went out for dinner. Then the cat and the kitten chased each other until both were out of sight and Apricot only came home to greet the children after they reached home from the restaurant. But Telremy did not come home and that was the last time they saw the kitten.

Until today, nobody knows what had happened to Telremy, if the kitten is already dead or still alive, whether in captivity or was lost and could not find its way home. Everybody missed Telremy, the cute and clever little kitten and they missed hearing the kitten ringing the Furin.

~~~ The End ~~~

Telremy, The Lost Kitten Part 1, By Ahmad Ali Karim

(Dedicated to a lost kitten, Telremy Found Ekor Junior)

It was seven o’clock in the evening. A scared, tiny kitten was calling for help from a dark, gloomy drain. Suddenly it saw bright lights coming from across the street.

The kitten looked out and felt that it was safe to get out from the drain. But just right after it popped its tiny head out, a car came passing by and the kitten scurried away. Again, it meowed for help.

An eighteen years old girl, named Isma heard the meow and so did her little brother Hamid. She went out, opened the gate and walked across the street towards the drain from where she heard the meow.

Isma looked inside the drain and saw a brownish tiny kitten. It was very cute with big, round eyes. The tiny kitten meowed and Isma cleverly meowed back. She tried to reach for the kitten but tiny kitten moved away. It was really scared.

Isma went back inside and Hamid came running downstairs, asking about the kitten.

“There is a cute, tiny kitten in the drain. I really hope that we could help the kitten,” answered Isma.

“What’s happening?” asked Adlin.

“Kak Isma found a lost kitten, Kak Adlin!” said Hamid to her big sister.

The next day, their father came back home from Japan. The children welcomed him and told him about the lost kitten. That evening while they were having tea, they heard a loud meow from porch. The meow got louder and louder.

“I think it’s the kitten that meowed last night!” said Adlin.

Everyone went out, searching for the kitten. But it was no where to be found. As Hamid walked pass his father’s car, he heard another meow.

“I think the kitten is under the car!” Hamid said excitedly.

Everyone looked under the car. But they could not see anything. Suddenly they heard another meow.

“Maybe it’s in the bonnet!” suggested Adlin. Their father opened the car bonnet but they could not find the kitten. But again they heard another meow.

“Isma, go inside and get some milk, may it’ll come out if it sees the milk,” suggested their father.

Isma ran inside and poured out some milk for the kitten. She placed the plate of milk under the car and they waited for the kitten to come out. Then the saw its tiny head but the next moment it scurried away.

“Oh, come on!” Hamid said in frustration.

Then suddenly the tiny kitten came out and their father quickly caught the kitten. He picked up the kitten and put it in a box. Hamid put the plate of milk inside the box and the kitten licked the milk hungrily.

After it finished the milk, the kitten jumped out of the box and ran to the house next door. The children watched the kitten running away in dismay but there was nothing that they could do to stop the kitten from running away.

“Why not we name it Telremy,” suggested Hamid.

“That is a good idea!” agreed Adlin, “Telremy is a nice name.”

The next morning as their father was going out to his office, the children saw the tiny kitten in a dustpan by the front door. It opened its eyes widely and looked at the children nervously.

Telremy was about to run away when Hamid picked it up and stroked its fur softly until the scared tiny kitten purred happily. Then Isma gave the kitten some cat food and milk and they all played with the kitten.  

Hakim’s Hot Chilli Bread – By Ahmad Ali Karim

There was a man named Hakim who lived in a small house by a lake named Apple Lake. On the night of his birthday, Hakim went to a nice restaurant for dinner. He had a delicious dinner and he really enjoyed the chilli bread that was served with the chicken soup.

The next day, when Hakim was baking a loaf of bread, he decided to add ten tea spoons of red-hot chilli flakes to his bread dough because he wanted a very hot chilli bread. When it was done, he took it out from the oven and the aroma of the freshly baked bread filled his kitchen as he put the hot bread on his kitchen table.

He cut a slice of the bread and popped it into his mouth. His face suddenly turned red and he ran around his kitchen searching for his apple juice. He poured it into a glass, spilling half of the juice on the floor. He drank the apple juice as fast as he could. Then he poured another glass and drank the juice until he felt better.

He looked at the bread, wondering what to do with it. He walked out of the kitchen and stumbled upon some button mushrooms in his backyard garden. He  looked at the mushrooms and suddenly he got an idea. He could cook some mushroom soup so that he could eat it with the hot bread and reduce the spiciness of the bread.

He searched his cookbooks for a nice mushroom soup recipe. Then he found the one that he liked. He was so excited and he went to a grocery store to buy the ingredients for his mushroom soup.

As soon as he was back home, he prepared all the ingredients and started  to cook the soup. After an hour, he put the pot full of the freshly cooked mushroom soup on the dining table and added some fresh black pepper to the soup. He poured the soup into a bowl and tasted it. It was very, very tasty with chunky pieces of tasty mushrooms floating in the soup.

Then he took out a knife and sliced the chilli bread. He dipped it into the tasty mushroom soup, but again, his face turned red. The bread was still too hot even when he ate it together with the mushroom soup. Once again, he went around searching for his apple juice.

After he felt better, he thought hard about what should he do with the bread. Then he heard the sound of cats fighting outside his house. An idea struck in his mind and he took a piece of the bread. He went out and called for the cats. He placed the small piece of bread on a white plate and the hungry cats started eating. But then they all ran away for they too could not stand the spiciness of the bread.

So Hakim went back inside, thinking of what should he do. Then his phone rang and Hakim quickly ran to answer the phone. It was his old friend from India calling. His friend was in town and Hakim asked him if he would like to come to his house for dinner. Hakim’s friend agreed and told Hakim that he would appreciate something hot and spicy for he really missed the hot and spicy Indian food.

Hakim got an idea, he would serve the hot chilli bread with some tasty soup and some tasty meat pies for dinner.

When his old Indian friend came, he could smell the delicious aroma of the chilli bread heated in the oven and the freshly cooked meat pie from the living room. Hakim served the delicious food and they started their dinner. The Indian man took a slice of the chilli bread and dipped it into his soup. He popped the bread into his mouth and Hakim looked at his friend nervously, wondering if the chilli bread was too hot for him too.

His friend loved the hot chilli bread and told Hakim that it was the tastiest bread that he had ever tasted. Hakim was so happy because his old friend really enjoyed his chilli bread and he finished the whole loaf all by himself.

Hakim told his friend about what happened to him when he ate the hot chilli bread. As the old saying goes, ‘too much of anything is bad for you’. Hakim made a conclusion that even though he loved a hotter chilli bread than the ones he ate at the restaurant, he must not add too much chili flakes to his bread because it will be too hot for him.

Baneet Wants To Eat

There was a tall man whose name was Baneet.

He looked around, wondering what to eat.

He opened the fridge but there’s nothing he could see.

He walked around the garden but saw only a bee.

He thought, “What should I have for dinner?”

“Hmm… maybe I should ask my friend, Finner.”

He walked along the street and saw a lot of apples.

There was an apple stall and there’s even a tree called Grapple.

Grapple was a huge apple tree, with lots of big, red apples.

But as he walked nearer, he could not see any ripe apple.

“What happened?” asked the hungry, confused Baneet.

Then out of nowhere, he saw a very huge plate of meat.

Only then did he realise that he was actually dreaming.

He laughed and laughed, before he was screaming.

He was lying on his hammock and was almost falling.

He looked around, wondering if he was still dreaming…

I Am A 2013 NaNoWriMo Winner!

2013 Winner Facebook Cover

My first book, ‘The Calovinia’ was a 5,000 words story; and after I finished the book, my next dream was to write a more than 10,000 words story.

But of course, it was not easy to achieve the dream

Early this year, my eldest sister, Aiman Amani introduced me to NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) and I decided to join it.

I joined the NaNoWriMo Young Writers Program challenge.

And to win the challenge, I must write a 20,000 words story or a novella in a month; I could only start writing my story on November 1 and finish it by November 30.

Writing a 20,000 words story in a month?

I wasn’t quite certain if I could win the challenge as I took three months to write ‘The Calovinia’, which I started at the end of 2011 and completed the book in early 2012.

But when November came, I had a bad fever.

I could only wrote 348 words on the first day when I was supposed to write at least 667 words each day to finish the story on time.

But then the next day, I wrote 1017 words and my word count was alright.

Days passed and I tried to write as much as I could each day because there were days when we were away from Kuala Lumpur and I did not have time to write at all.

My blogs’ loyal readers might had realised that I did not write as often as I used to during the month of November.

Finally, on November 22, 2013, I reached my 20,000 words goal and around nine o’clock that night, I finished my novella, ‘Hilmania’ – which is about a place called Himania in the continent of Grender.

And I made a record of writing 2800 words in a day.

My second eldest sister, Aeshah Adlina who took a 30,000 words story challenge, finished hers on November 27, 2013 while my eldest sister, Aiman Amani finished her 50,000 words story on November 29, together with my immediate sister, Anisah Afifah, who took a 23,000 words challenge.

I am so happy and thankful when I finally finished writing the novella.

It was like killing two birds with one stone; first, I won the NaNoWriMo challenge and second, I reached my dream to write a more than 10,000 words story which was what I had wanted to do since I was eight.

Now I hope to write more often in my blog as I used to do before the challenge.