Dada Jee and the Little Goat

It was a fine evening when dada jee decided to go out for his daily evening walk. He had diabetes, so Hakeem sahib advised him to walk at least an hour a day. He lived in a remote village of Jhang district named Kot Shakir. It was 1968, so you won’t find that many houses, especially in a far-flung area of Pakistan where there were just vast deserts, trees, and abysmal woods. Dada jee usually went to the bazaar, an hour away from his house. That day, he thought of going into the woods because dadi amma asked him to bring firewood, which they used to cook food on. He went further and further, looking for kikar trees and woods.

Kikar branches were feeble, so they were easy to break and lit. Finding and collecting kikar branches, he saw a little goat on his way back. The Goat was white with brown spots on it. It was weak and had big brown ears. Finding a goat in the deepest part of the woods had Dada jee amazed because typically, there were just insects in this part of the forest. The Goat couldn’t walk correctly and after looking closely at him, dada jee concluded that his forelimb was broken. He was not a physiotherapist, but he was known for mending broken bones. People far across Kot Shakir came to him to get their broken or dislocated bones in place. So he started treating the Goat. Its forelimb was severely broken and was bleeding. There was no water nearby, so it was challenging for him to clean the wound, so dada jee took off his turban and, with its help, removed blood from the Goat’s leg. After an effort of 2 to 3 hours, he managed to free the Goat from pain. Its bone was now mended, and the bleeding had stopped as dada jee tied his turban around its leg. Dada jee wanted to take the goat home, but he thought his mother would be around, so he quit his decision. He looked for drinkable water and finally found a pond. He gave it some water to drink, left it where he saw it and left for home. When he was chopping some wood, he accidentally threw the ax on his foot on his way back. His foot started bleeding, and no one was around to help him. He quickly rushed towards his house to avoid blood loss. 

 As he walked back home, he heard leaves behind him rustling as if someone was following him. He first thought it was the Goat following him, but whenever he turned, the rustling stopped, and there was no one. When he was about to leave the woods, he was shaken to his bones. Chills ran down his spine as he turned and faced a human-like creature with dada jee's turban tied around his leg. It was white with thick brown hair, and he bowed his head to dada jee as if dada jee had freed him from some excruciating pain. This creature moved his paw-like hand on dada jee’s wound, and the bleeding stopped, and his wound disappeared.