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Helping the Polonskys
Helping the Polonskys
Helping the Polonskys
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Helping the Polonskys

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In this exciting new series, a group of Muslim kids come together to clean up an old Jewish man's house before his wife returns home from a major operation. But with time running out and a bigger mess than they had imagined . . . can they succeed?

Khaleel Muhammad is a well-known singer of nasheeds (Islamic songs). He has also written and produced his own successful audio adventure, The Adventures of Hakim. This is his first children's book. Khaleel lives in London, England.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJul 1, 2015
ISBN9780860376019
Helping the Polonskys
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Khaleel Muhammad

S. J. Sear is British by birth, born in the beautiful Wiltshire countryside and educated in suburban London. Soon after leaving grammar school to pursue a teaching career, she converted to Islam. A few years later, after her marriage to a Pakistani Muslim, she migrated to Pakistan where she spent most of her adult life bringing up her children and working for a prestigious publishing house as editor-cum-writer of children’s books. She is currently living in the UK, and although retired, continues to write books for children.

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    Helping the Polonskys - Khaleel Muhammad

    Mr Polonsky’s problem

    SOMETHING heavy crashed against the hospital walls beside Mr Polonsky. C-rash! The awful sound was followed by a scream and half a dozen nurses pleading, ‘Calm down, Mrs Polonsky! Calm down!’

    A frazzled Dr Duffin pushed the door open and ran out into the hallway, barely escaping an expensive-looking glass paperweight which zoomed past his head and shattered against the opposite wall. ‘Mrs Polonsky, please! This is completely unacceptable behaviour!’ he shrieked as he closed the door behind him.

    Now in the hallway, Dr Duffin turned to face a short, elderly gentleman in his seventies with a badly fitted toupee and a cracked, weatherbeaten face, who was leaning against a mahogany walking cane, his features set in a sarcastic smirk.

    ‘See? See? I told you she wouldn’t take the news well!’ he said, rolling his eyes smugly.

    ‘Mr Polonsky, you must talk to your wife!’ said the doctor, straightening his lab coat and tie. ‘These tests are routine and …’

    Suddenly the door burst open and the old man’s wife, Mrs Polonsky, surged into the hallway. She stumbled out trying to escape the grasp of the nurses who were desperately trying to restrain her. The woman, in her late seventies, had frizzled black hair that was turning white at the temples. After escaping the pack of nurses, she hurtled towards her terrified husband.

    ‘It’s your fault! It’s all your fault, Shimon!’ she shouted. Without her dentures, Mrs Polonsky’s gums, with their remaining canine teeth, looked like dull, slime-covered fangs. Before he could react, she clamped her bony fingers around his throat.

    ‘It’s your fault I have to stay here for two weeks – your fault!’ Her hands began to close tightly around his thin wrinkled neck. ‘When I get home, you had better make sure that house is spotless, Shimon! SPOTLESS!’

    Suddenly the nurses and Dr Duffin were standing over him, laughing hysterically. They began to grow taller and taller, their bodies becoming thinner and drawn-out. Their features became distorted. The medical team pointed long bony fingers in Mr Polonksy’s face as they screamed, ‘Make sure that house is spotless, Shimon! Make sure that house is spotless! Make sure that house is spotless, Shimon! Make sure that house is spotless!’

    Mr Polonsky awoke with a start. This was the worst nightmare yet! In the dim light of his bedroom he mopped his perspiring brow with the back of his hand, and glanced at the clock. It was 4am.

    Ah, Alexandra, he thought to himself, what am I going to do? You leave the clinic in a few days, but the state of the house?

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