The Story of the Goat(Bakra)
...ack at him with a smile. Its eyes were very sleepy (must be tired since he would have been in the bakra mandi for a long time I guess). Considering it’s so cold, he was made to wear an old shirt. Water was placed in front of him, which he gladly drank. He was tied and none of us wanted to go to sleep, we watched him. What beautiful furry hair he had of camel and dark brown hues {surely a nice fur coat could be made of it but its better off being given to BaitulMujeeb (our mosque).} Interestingly he was very silent the whole night and let us all sleep in peace but it has been speaking ever since Fajr and really made us all get out of our beds in this winter cold. Well he is a special guest and would like to get loads of attention – so literally all members of the house have been feeding him. My father in law brought two bulks of green grass and fed him with it, then my mother in law gave him uncooked channa daal (lentils) and he has been fed with it alternatively. My husband took him for a small walk! I thought he might like to drink milk also so after feeding him both the grass and lentils (he finished our channa daal stock), I gave him Nido, he liked the powder and ate it from the spoon but when I added water and nido in his bowl he refused to take it inspite of my insisting. Then I was told big goats don’t take milk. Sheesh kabab! Then I got the brush used for cleaning carpets and brushed his hair, his eyes gleamed with happiness at that and he was finally silent and stayed silent for a long time. There is a tingling feeling in brushing an animal’s hair and you wouldn’t know until you do it yourself. I felt as if I was brushing a horse’s hair because of the color similarity this particular bakra has with that of Arabian horses. My husband brought a bunch of a different kind of grass and I fed it one stick at ...