Ibrahim Khan
and the Mystery of the Roaring Lion
FARHEEN KHAN
THE ISLAMIC FOUNDATION
Copyright © The Islamic Foundation, 2009/1430 H
ISBN 9780860374671
MUSLIM CHILDREN’S LIBRARY
IBRAHIM KHAN SERIES
Ibrahim Khan and the Mystery of the Roaring Lion
Author Farheen Khan
Editor Farah Alvi
Illustrator Sharelle (Shahada) Haqq
Cover/Book design & typeset Nasir Cadir
Coordinator Anwar Cara
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ISBN 9780860374671
For Ibrahim, Nur-ul-Huda, Sulaiman & their Papa. Couldn’t have done it without you!
CONTENTS
| CHAPTER ONE | A New Case |
| CHAPTER TWO | A Lion in Your WHAT??? |
| CHAPTER THREE | Day One of the Lion Hunt |
| CHAPTER FOUR | The Midnight Visitor |
| CHAPTER FIVE | Day Two of the Lion Hunt |
| CHAPTER SIX | The Cat’s in the Bag |
| CHAPTER SEVEN | Confessions |
| CHAPTER EIGHT | Another Case Solved |
| Glossary | |
| Quiz | |
| Hidden Words | |
| Map |
CHAPTER ONE
A New Case
“Ring, ring… Ring, ring”
“Hello?” Ibrahim answered.
“Ibrahim? Ibrahim Khan?” asked the low voice on the other end.
“Yeah, it’s me. Who’s calling?”
“Yusuf Ali, from school,” came the nervous reply. “I… I heard you do detective work.”
“That’s right,” replied Ibrahim. “A dollar a case if it’s just me or two if I’ll need the help of my assistant, Zayn.”
“I’ll give you five if you get started right away,” Yusuf offered.
“Wow, if you’re sure. Where would you like to meet?”
“My place,” Yusuf answered, “and hurry!”
After making a quick call to his cousin Zayn, Ibrahim ran to his room to change. Pulling on an orange t-shirt and jeans, he checked the time. It was 4:45, almost time for Asr prayer and Ibrahim knew he had to be home before Maghrib.
Ibrahim, Zayn and Yusuf were all in third grade together, but the Khan boys, as their teacher Mrs. Morris liked to call them, didn’t know Yusuf very well. He was the quietest boy in class, maybe even the school. No one had ever been to his house, but they all knew where he lived, the large grey brick house at the end of Stanley Lane. It was larger than the other houses in the neighbourhood and had a lot of great climbing trees. In the Autumn, when all the trees began shedding their colourful leaves, Yusuf’s house was the envy of all the neighbourhood kids.
As Ibrahim rode his old yellow bike towards Yusuf’s house, he could
