One day, while trying to eke out a living for his family the poor Scottish farmer heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in black mulch, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. The farmer saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.

The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy the farmer had saved. "I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life."

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"Mum, why do you always give me over cooked fish fingers? I like Fish Fingers a lot, but I don't really like the taste of the almost burned ones."

"Well, Sunnah, when I was a little girl you Grandad didn't know how to cook and used to grill fish fingers for me when ever my mum (may god rest her soul) wasn't home. And I used to love the crunchy ones, but he always used to take them from my plate. I really hated that, but didn't want to say anything as we lived in a different time. We never questioned what the elders done, we just had to accept it."

"He made me some Fish Fingers the other day and I put the over cooked ones in my plate because that's what you always give me, and you know what he said to me?"

Today I had a lie in, had a late breakfast, leisurly mowed the lawn and then sat in the sunshine while eating my ice cream and reading Mellron's Monsters.
All the while, the editor of this website must have woken up really early, stressed out about running 10k, ran the 10k, and didn't have an ice cream or read a book.
Hmmmm....
Who would you rather be?

This one pound fish legend gained his hits on Youtube and now the BBC are interested in it too!

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You know how the grass is always greener on the other side, or so we think.

This particular day, I was sat on the grass in Springfields as I often did before college on a Tuesday afternoon.

Again soaking up the sun when I was awoken from my day dream by the ringing of my mobile telephone.

“Salams Imran, how’s it going bro?” I greeted him.

On the day in question, the sun was shining bright. Temperature was a comfortable 21 degrees. I’d just finished work, enjoyed the two mile cycle to Springfields (a small ‘relaxing’ area just outside the town centre)

I was sat on the grass munching on my Twix, taking in the rays, getting a tan (not that I really needed a tan, my ethnic origin being what it is)

The big screen was on and there were a lot of people gathered round it.

During the wintery days I used to get the bus to college after work and wait in the canteen or library for lessons to start. But on days like this I loved sitting in front of the big screen watching the world go by. I still had 40 minutes before lessons started.

"I really need to go now, we've got the regional manager coming round and he failed us on the availability of soft drinks last time. I don't want the same to happen again." Stuart, the supermarket express store manager, really didn't want to lose his quarterly bonus for a sixth time. Everything else was ok about his assistant, but he was just not too good at ordering the right levels of stock. He didn't want to (or should couldn’t) fire him as it was his son in law and his daughter would give Stuart a hard time if he had fired her husband.

"Ah look Tahir and Mary are just walking into the shop. See, you can go now. Now I have enough cover." Kevin was a bit strict about the policy of having more than one member of staff on site at all times.

Once upon a time, in a land not so far from here there lived a young Muslim couple in a house by a field. Life couldn't get any better they often said to one another. Then, one day it did. It got better, a lot better (or so they thought). They had a lovely baby daughter who they named Sonia.

They loved her, cared for her, protected her, brought her up with Islamic values, sent her school, sent her to masjid. Made her to wear the hijab to preserve her modesty. How very special she was to them both.

I saw this and remembered: Rawrrs_isarollingstone