‘Oof!’
For the fift h time, Fizza’s dad threw her over his back and onto the grass.
‘Ow! I wasn’t ready, Dad!’ she cried. ‘That’s no excuse, Fizza! You must always be ready!’ replied
her father. ‘You might be a girl – but it doesn’t stop you from being as brave as a man.’
Fizza picked herself up from the ground and faced her judo teacher. Imran McIntyre was half-Scottish, half-Pakistani
and one hundred percent crazy. They had been practising judo for over an hour in the late aft ernoon sunshine and she was getting really tired now. However, she still managed to take her dad by surprise. Although she was feeling weak, she suddenly ran at him and threw him to the ground. ‘Fizza! Leave your poor father alone!’ called her mother from the house. ‘Anyway, it’s time for tea.’ ‘Thanks, Rubel! You saved me from the crazy judo kid!’ said Imran.
He got up and took Fizza’s hand and, laughing together,
they went into the house.
It was Thursday, so Fizza knew what her mum had made
for tea. Every week it was the same, because it was her dad’s
favourite meal.
‘Oh no, I hate fish curry!’ thought Fizza as she sat down at
the table.
The fish curry was always so hot it set her mouth on fire –
and she hated fish. However, to keep her mum and dad happy,
she ate her food without complaining.