There was a spark in his eyes…
a fire in his heart…
and a silent promise on his lips—
“I have to change my life now…”
Sikaju had finally stepped toward his dreams.
Before leaving home…
his mother called him closer.
“Sikaju… come here, my son…”
her voice was slightly trembling.
Sikaju sat beside her.
She fed him curd and sugar with her own hands…
and gently placed her hand on his head—
“Life won’t be easy…”
Sikaju stayed silent…
“But remember one thing—
never give up.”
“Mom…” his voice choked,
“I will never let you suffer again…”
Tears filled his mother’s eyes…
“God is always with you…
just believe in yourself.”
For a moment…
both of them went silent.
As if time itself had stopped.
Suddenly—
“Sikaju! Let’s go, we’re getting late…”
his uncle’s voice broke the silence.
Sikaju picked up his bag…
and stopped at the door.
He turned back—
his mother was standing there…
smiling…
but this time…
Sikaju understood—
that smile…
was hiding her tears.
“Mom… I will come back to take you with me…”
he said softly.
She just nodded…
but said nothing.
Airport…
crowds everywhere…
loud voices…
and an unfamiliar world.
Sikaju paused for a moment.
“What should I do now…?”
His heart started beating fast.
But then…
he told himself—
“Don’t be afraid…”
He stepped forward.
“Excuse me… where can I get the ticket?”
he asked hesitantly.
Step by step…
he started understanding everything.
He showed his passport…
collected his ticket…
and moved ahead slowly.
Then his eyes fell on—
those huge airplanes.
So big…
so high…
his eyes lit up.
“One day… I will rise this high too…”
he whispered to himself.
The flight was about to arrive.
His uncle hugged him—
“From here… you’ll have to go alone…”
“Yes, uncle…”
“Don’t be scared… you’ll handle everything.”
Then he said softly—
“A man will come to pick you up there…
go with him to the hotel…
stay there for a few days…”
Sikaju listened to every word carefully.
“I will manage… uncle.”
His voice was confident…
but his heart…
was still a little afraid.
And then…
that moment finally came.
Sikaju was sitting inside the flight.
As the plane took off…
he looked out of the window.
The blue sky…
the clouds…
and the ground slowly fading away.
A smile appeared on his face.
“This… is my first flight…”
he whispered.
His heart filled with happiness.
He felt like—
everything was about to change.
But…
was it really going to be that easy?
After a few hours…
Sikaju had reached the country of his dreams—
Qatar.
Tall buildings…
different language…
strangers everywhere…
Everything was new…
everything was different.
He looked around slowly—
“So this is the place…
where my dreams will come true…?”
A slight smile appeared on his face.
But at that very moment…
from the crowd…
a man slowly started walking toward him…
his eyes fixed on Sikaju.
Sikaju didn’t notice…
but…
that man stopped…
and said in a low voice—
“Sikaju…?”
Sikaju got shocked—
“Yes… who are you?”
The man smiled slightly…
“I am the one…
who came to pick you up…”
There was something strange in his smile…
something…
that Sikaju couldn’t understand.
And maybe…
this was where his real test was about to begin.
👉 Will this man really help him…
or break his dreams?
👉 Is Sikaju in safe hands…
or trapped in something dangerous?
👉 Will this “flight” take him to success…
or push him into darkness?
To be continued… ✍️
