I was fond of raising pigeons. I crossed a dove with a pigeon and the two chicks hatched from their eggs, were the most unique and beautiful. They had black wings and rest of the body was white, they were so attractive that whosoever would see them couldn’t desist from praising them.

One day, a cat caught one of them and ran on to the roof. Seeing my lovely pigeon in the jaws of the cat I dashed after it. When I reached the roof it was devouring its prey. It left me in a state of shock. Qalander Baba Auliya was ‘sitting on his hard bed. I approached him and protested before him that the cat preyed upon my pigeon. He said, “so what?”

I said, “I am failed to understand that cat could take my pigeon, and that too in your august presence?” And, I left in utter dismay and went into the kitchen for my breakfast.

I heard him calling after me but the feeling of heart broken made me to ignore his calling. He called me again. Then he called Mohsin Bhai and asked about me. He told him that Khwaja Sahib has taken it to his heart and is crying in the kitchen. Baba Sahib took a note of it and said, Tell Khwaja Sahib that his pigeon has come back.”

Mohsin Bhai come out of the room and saw the pigeon in the courtyard pecking along with other pigeons. He informed me. I thought he is kidding to console me but when he insisted and asked me to go and check myself. I came to the courtyard and found the same pigeon. I ran to upstairs and saw the blood spots and few feathers still lying there. I felt a feeling of shame rising in me. I came down and fell upon his feet and asked for my inadequate behavior. I had learnt my lesson and before the sun could set I released all my pigeons.