The poor baby monkey was found lying near the edge of a farm, his tiny body trembling in pain. One of his legs was injured, swollen and scratched, likely caused by a farmer who chased him away without mercy. He tried to move but failed, letting out weak cries that barely carried across the open land. Fear and pain wrapped tightly around his fragile body.
When rescuers approached, the baby tried to crawl away, not understanding that help had finally arrived. His eyes were wide with terror, his breathing fast and uneven. He had learned to fear humans, especially after being hurt. Every touch before had brought pain, not comfort.
The rescuer moved slowly, speaking softly, covering him with a cloth to keep him warm and calm. The baby monkey cried quietly as he was lifted, his injured leg hanging helplessly. Blood had dried around the wound, showing how long he had suffered alone. Yet even in pain, he clung weakly to the cloth, desperate for safety.
At the rescue home, the injury was cleaned carefully. The baby screamed briefly as the dirt was washed away, then grew quiet, exhausted from crying. Medicine was applied, and the leg was gently wrapped. Through it all, kind hands stayed steady, patient, and gentle—so different from what he had known before.
After treatment, the baby was placed on a warm blanket and given milk. He drank slowly, still shaking, but alive. His cries faded into soft breaths as his eyes closed. Though his body was injured, his spirit had not been broken. That day marked the end of cruelty and the beginning of healing. The pain would take time to fade, but love had finally found him. From that moment on, he was no longer a victim—he was a survivor, safe, protected, and given a second chance to live without fear.
