The scene was unbearable. In a filthy corner of the animal market, a tiny newborn monkey lay trembling on a cold metal tray. His umbilical cord was still attached, a sign that he had been taken from his mother far too soon. His fragile body was weak, and a fresh wound burned across his small leg—evidence of a cruel taser shock. His cries were soft, broken, and fading.
When rescuers arrived, they could barely hold back their tears. The baby was so young that his eyes were still half-closed, his breath shallow and fast. They wrapped him in a soft cloth immediately, shielding him from the noise and chaos around. “Hang on, little one,” one rescuer whispered, holding him close.
Back at the rescue center, the emergency care began. Warm saline water gently washed away the blood and dirt from his wound. The taser burn was treated with soothing medicine, every touch careful and slow. His umbilical cord was cleaned and protected to prevent infection. The rescuers moved with steady hands but heavy hearts—the cruelty this baby had faced was beyond words.
After the treatment, they placed him on a small heated pad to keep his body temperature stable. When the bottle of warm milk was brought near, he hesitated, too weak to suck at first. The rescuer softly guided the nipple to his lips—and finally, he began to drink. Tiny, trembling sips.
In that fragile moment, hope flickered. His eyes opened just a little, as if realizing he was safe now.
That night, he slept wrapped in warmth, the pain slowly fading. The world had been cruel to him, but love had found him just in time.
A new beginning had started—for a soul that refused to give up.
