At first I thought it was the neighbors cat,often prowling at night. Sneaking in the open space just outside my bedroom window, curling up napping and leaving before the break of dawn…but wait a minute,the sound is different…slightly louder than that made by a cat…it is not the softer purr…it cant be the dog…the neighbors never let him loose..he barks his heart out when hungry…but could be one…
I dared not peep through the window lest I see a ghost or some supernatural species…’Oh come now, are you afraid? where is the power of ‘Ayatul kursi verses that you recite so many times all day? No NO I am not afraid in that way,’my inner self whispered an answer,
‘ then you are listening too much to the discussions on the media about the ‘khalai makhlooq’… ‘the makhlooq will really come down one day and…..
‘what a silly idea..someone talking about mysterious unknown people, whom they themselves don’t know about’ or so it seems’…they should have read the methods and modes of the great mystery writers…Sir Arthur Conan Doyle of Agatha Christie or perhaps even Mr Bram Stoker but they would only if they had any love of reading or books or knowledge…alas
The second night at about 11 pm the prowling sound again caught my attention…for a while I sat still, straining my ears trying to make sense and wondered what was it …gathering my courage I opened the sliding window,switched on the back porch light and stepped outside to check…there was no one, I mean no cat or a rat or…then a little farther away in the dark,close to the boundary wall, something moving made me alert…then it came in full view…it was a small dog…weak and frail in body…sniffing and biting on something he was trying to clutch with his front paws…’it must be a bone’ I thought but..’he must be very hungry’ …what if he suddenly pounces and attacks me…but he kept his distance…that made my fears ease up a bit but I had to remain cautious…’I will wait till dawn, maybe he will go away…’ I stepped back into the room and locked the door.
As soon as the day dawned, I looked outside and saw what my dear readers you can see in the photograph…the dog had pulled down my cotton veil hung up to dry…and was sleeping or had fallen on it ,totally exhausted …
Oh Allah ji’ I called my husband…’he is famished, let me get some ‘roti’…how will he eat? I remembered Blondie’ the dog at my daughters place…she used to give him roti, left over bones, soaked in milk…Blondie would howl and bark till the food was given to him..but this poor dog was devoid of any energy, ‘I hope he is not going to die? please not here…’
‘to my great sense of relief the dog moved and slowly stretched and moved and finally managed to sit up…give him the roti now’…and let us see…and dear readers this was the result…he held the piece of whole meal with his paws and slowly started eating it….within a few minutes he had eaten all of it…and again dropped off into the world of oblivion….
We knew not whence he came, nor who was the owner…‘He came to eat the food Allah had set for him here..’ see,these are Allah’s ways of providing ‘rizq’ to his creations on this Earth -Subhaan Allah
May Allah be praised.
After gratefully finishing his treat the dog stretched twisted yawned and got up, slowly, dragged himself only to fall asleep again this time…just outside my windo…
After an hour or so I remembered and went to check..the dog was no more there….he never returned