The HomeComing - GharWapsi

 A wise man once said:

“When someone leaves, they leave behind a vacuum… and the heart immediately starts searching for a rebound or a replacement.” ❤️ Maybe that is exactly why, right after Eid-ul-Adha, many bakrebaaz and animal lovers instantly begin planning for next year’s animals. And honestly… the same thing happened with me too. In fact, even before that year’s qurbani was completed, I had already fallen in love with another animal. 😄 Mufaiz had brought a small fluffy white lamb from a nearby mandi. I wasn’t fully sure about the breed, but it was completely white with soft pink skin — exactly the type I emotionally connect with. That moment became the beginning of something bigger. For the first time in my life, I decided to officially keep animals for an entire year at Mira Ali Goat Farm itself. We finalized the animal price, monthly maintenance charges, and all the arrangements. Slowly, this hobby was no longer seasonal anymore… it had become part of daily life. 🐑✨ Then, just within a week after Eid, I asked Mufaiz if he could find me a proper pink-white “Patira” or Gulabi Sojat goat kid. One day he suddenly sent me a WhatsApp video of a beautiful kid available for just ₹5000. Honestly, the price sounded unbelievable. There had to be a catch. And there was. When I touched the goat, I noticed boils and pimple-like spots across the ears and skin. The seller casually dismissed it saying, “Arre kuch nahi… machhar ke kaatne hai.” Maybe he thought I was still a novice. But all those years of learning — YouTube videos, farm visits, trader discussions, palai knowledge — finally helped me identify the issue immediately. I quietly told Mufaiz: “This looks more like Goat Pox.” Even then, he convinced me not to miss the opportunity because the condition was treatable, and honestly, the goat itself was too beautiful to ignore at that price. And thankfully… he was right. Just one Hitec Dewormer injection later, within 2 days the skin issue almost disappeared completely. 🤍 That year, for the first time ever, I already had TWO animals being prepared months in advance for qurbani. And as my visits to the farm became more frequent, something unexpected happened. Mufaiz handed me a spare key to the setup and told me: “Whenever you feel like coming… just come.” That small gesture of trust earned huge respect in my heart. And then there was Faizan — Mufaiz’s closest friend and partner-in-crime. 😄 He handled farm chores, animal care, mandi work, and at the same time balanced his own IT job alongside a small local vlogging hobby in the goat world. Honestly, seeing normal working people balancing careers while still keeping alive their passion for animals felt inspiring. During this phase, I even started casually buying and selling a few animals myself just for fun. Three Hontel sheep. Two Alwar goats. Small deals here and there. Without realizing it… my childhood hobby was slowly transforming into a side business too. 🐐📈 Meanwhile, the original white sheep started developing crooked feet problems, probably due to weakness or nutrition issues. So eventually we sold it and replaced it with another beautiful sheep. This one was a Shikar breed — white body with striking black horns and a black “Zorro-style” mask across the face. Absolutely majestic looking. 🐑🖤 And finally… for the first time in my life, I entered the year already fully prepared for qurbani — no last-minute stress, no panic buying, no compromises. The tiny Patira goat kid had now grown healthy, playful, and energetic. Bilal lovingly named him: “The Dancing Goat” 💃🐐 Because every time he walked, he bounced, jumped, and trotted around like a little ballerina. By the final week when I brought them onto the terrace, something else changed too… My wife — who earlier used to be scared of animals — had now become emotionally attached to them as well. In fact, she herself told me: “Don’t take too many leaves from office this year. I’ll handle the feeding.” That cute Patira goat had completely melted her heart. We named the goat “Hero.” And the sheep became “Raja.” 👑🐐🐑 By then, little Afiyah was around one-and-a-half years old. Unlike Bilal’s cautious nature, she was absolutely bindass. 😄 She happily walked around the terrace feeding grass to every single animal — giant horned Vilayti sheep, angry Kutch menda, grumpy Kota goats… none of them ever harmed her. Somehow, all the animals calmly allowed that tiny little girl to come near them without fear. And honestly… there is something truly magical about animals. They recognize innocence far better than humans ever can. 🌙✨