Once upon a time, as I was returning from a long journey and arrived in my city very late at night, I found myself approaching my home with a pack of stray dogs blocking the way. In such a situation, I took off my shoes to be prepared for any sudden movements the dogs might make in their late-night territorial behavior. As I continued walking, a dog suddenly rushed towards me and positioned itself between me and the pack, causing the other dogs to disperse to the sides of the road.
I proceeded on my way, and the dog walked behind me until I reached my house. As I knocked on the door, I noticed that the dog that had accompanied me had now distanced itself and walked away. I entered the house, surrendered to sleep, and didn't think much of it. The following morning, I found my mother waking me up to tell me that there was a dog standing at the doorstep, but she had shooed it away. This surprised me, and I began to wonder about the actions of this dog and what made it behave in such a manner towards me.
It was at this moment that I recounted the story to my aunt, and it triggered my memory that a few years ago, children used to play and throw stones at the dogs, causing them injuries with their own toys. I had actually rescued the dogs and provided them with food, and among them was this very dog. At that time, it was just a small black puppy with a white spot above its eye and some white dots on its leg. This dog was the same one that had saved me from the pack of dogs. Therefore, I saw this incident as the greatest and most significant example of reciprocation. On that day, I had saved it from individuals of its own kind, while today it saved me from its own kind. But what made it even more beautiful was that it continued to guard my house throughout the night out of concern for me.