Zafar was only a few months old when his mother had occasion to visit her parents at Data Zaidka

The advent of a lovely male child was a Divine favour that filled the
mother's heart to overflowing with humble gratitude to the Bestower
of all bounties. It made the long periods of separation from her
husband more easily endurable; it cemented even closer the bond
between them. The baby was named Zafar, and from the very first
day occupied the foremost place in his proud grandfather's heart.
He was the light of his parents' eyes and filled their lives with
sunshine; even though most of the time one was away in distant
Lahore and the other had him in her lap.
Zafar was only a few months old when his mother had occasion
to visit her parents at Data Zaidka. She naturally took the baby
with her, which delighted the hearts of her parents, who idolised
their lively and lovely little grandson. There was at that time in the
village a Hindu widow Jai Devi, who had earned the reputation of
being a witch. Far from resenting her ill repute she exploited it and
blackmailed ignorant, superstitious women on its basis. Within a
day or two of the arrival of Zafar and his mother, Jai Devi called
on the latter and having greeted her demanded certain articles of
clothing and a small quantity of provisions in a minatory tone. The
response she received was: You are a poor widow. If you were to
ask for alms or charity, I would be happy to help you according to
my means; but I do not hold with witchcraft or sorcery. I believe
in Allah alone as Master of life and death, and do not recognise any
other power in these matters. I consider such claims as blasphemous
and abhor them. I am not prepared to yield anything to you on that
basis. Jai Devi rejoined: You had better think again. If you desire
your baby to live, you will have to comply with my demand.