The school bag (how the life hits)

The baby lamb

I woke up early the next morning to the sound of bleating coming from outside. I quickly got dressed and ran outside to see what was happening. That's when I saw her - a beautiful sheep, lying on the ground, struggling to give birth.

My father, Baba, was standing next to her, trying to help. My cousin Humaid and his sister Zainab were standing nearby, watching with wide eyes.

As I watched, the sheep finally gave birth to a tiny baby lamb. It was a beautiful sight, and I felt a sense of wonder and excitement.

But unfortunately, the lamb was weak and struggled to stand up. Despite our best efforts, the lamb died a few hours later.

We were all devastated. Humaid and Zainab were crying, and Baba looked sad and disappointed. I felt a lump in my throat as I looked at the lifeless body of the lamb.

"We have to bury him," Baba said finally, breaking the silence.

I nodded, knowing that it was the right thing to do. But I couldn't help feeling a sense of sadness and loss.

As we stood there, trying to come to terms with what had happened, I knew that this was a day I would never forget.

And as I looked at the lifeless body of the lamb, I knew that I had to take care of him, even in death.

"I'll do it," I said finally, taking a deep breath. "I'll bury him."

Baba nodded, and Humaid and Zainab looked at me with tears in their eyes.

As I took the lamb's body in my arms, I felt a sense of responsibility and compassion. I knew that I had to give him a proper burial, and I was determined to do just that.

And with that, I set off to find a suitable place to bury the lamb, with Humaid and Zainab following closely behind.

As I walked away from the scene, carrying the lifeless lamb in my arms, I couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness. Humaid and Zainab followed closely behind, their eyes still brimming with tears.

Baba instructed me to find a suitable spot to bury the lamb. I walked towards the back of our garden, searching for a quiet and peaceful place.

After a few minutes of walking, I found a spot under a shady tree. I gently placed the lamb's body on the ground and looked up at Humaid and Zainab.

"Let's dig a grave here," I said, trying to hold back my emotions.

Humaid nodded, and together we started digging. The soil was soft and easy to dig into, but it was a slow and painful process.

As we dug, Zainab sat down next to us, tears streaming down her face. "Why did he have to die?" she asked, her voice trembling.

I didn't have an answer. I just shook my head and continued digging.

After what felt like an eternity, we finally finished digging the grave. I gently placed the lamb's body inside and covered it with soil.

As we stood there, looking at the freshly dug grave, Baba joined us. "Let's say a prayer for the lamb," he said, his voice filled with compassion.

We stood there in silence, our heads bowed, and said a prayer for the little lamb's soul.

And as we walked back to the house, I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace. We had given the lamb a proper burial, and I knew that he was now at rest.

But little did I know, this was just the beginning of a journey that would change me forever.

As we walked back to the house, I couldn't shake off the feeling of sadness. I kept thinking about the lamb and how fragile life was.

Baba put his hand on my shoulder. "Muneeb, it's okay to feel sad," he said. "But we have to remember that life is precious, and we must cherish every moment."

I nodded, trying to understand.

Humaid and Zainab were quiet, lost in their own thoughts.

When we reached the house, Ammi (my mother) was waiting for us. "How was the burial?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

Baba filled her in on the details, and she nodded sympathetically.

As we sat down for lunch, I couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness. The lamb's passing had left a void in my heart.

But as we shared stories and memories of the lamb, I started to feel a sense of comfort. I realized that even in death, the lamb had brought us closer together.

After lunch, I decided to visit the grave again. I wanted to make sure the lamb was at peace.

As I stood there, looking at the grave, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I knew that the lamb was gone, but his memory would live on in my heart.

And as I walked back to the house, I knew that I would never forget this little lamb and the lessons he had taught me.

As the sun began to set, I sat on the porch, reflecting on the day's events. The lamb's passing had left a deep impression on me. I realized that life was fragile and fleeting, and that every moment counted.

Baba joined me on the porch, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Muneeb, you showed great compassion and care today," he said. "That's a quality of a true leader."

I looked up at him, feeling a sense of pride.

Humaid and Zainab sat down beside us, and we sat there in comfortable silence, watching the stars twinkle to life.

As the night deepened, I knew that I would never forget this day, this lamb, and the lessons he had taught me. I had learned that life was precious, and that every living being deserved love, care, and respect.

And as I drifted off to sleep that night, I felt a sense of peace, knowing that the lamb was at rest, and that I had done my best to honor his memory.