Sikaju had now lost half of his confidence…
He kept thinking again and again—
“It was such a great opportunity…
how did I miss it…?”
“My dream could have come true…
then why didn’t it happen…?”
But…
Sikaju was not someone who gives up.
He told himself—
“Maybe God is testing me…”
“If something good goes away…
something better is waiting ahead…”
And then…
👉 he tried again.
This time…
👉 he applied for Saudi.
He was still at home…
but the condition of the house…
had not improved at all.
Every day… the same noise…
the same fights…
the same pain…
His father…
was still lost in alcohol…
and his mother…
👉 silently suffered everything.
Seeing his mother’s condition…
Sikaju felt deeply hurt.
One day, he thought—
“Let me take Mom outside…”
“Let me make her smile…”
And then…
👉 he took his mother to the market.
He bought clothes for her…
and some jewelry too…
Because he knew—
👉 his father had sold all her jewelry.
His mother became emotional seeing this—
“My son… why all this…?”
Sikaju smiled and said—
“I earn for you, Mom…”
He bought her
👉 gold earrings
👉 and a beautiful locket.
They had ice cream together…
For a moment…
it felt like all the problems had paused.
For Sikaju…
👉 his mother was his whole world.
And after her…
👉 his girlfriend…
who had loved him since childhood…
and stood by him even in his worst times.
Sikaju only wanted one thing—
👉 to see both of them happy.
Evening came…
they returned home.
His mother started cooking…
and just then…
👉 Sikaju’s phone rang.
He looked at the screen…
and his heart started beating faster…
👉 It was a call from Saudi.
He quickly answered—
“Hello…?”
A voice came from the other side—
“Congratulations…
your application has been accepted…”
For a moment…
Sikaju went silent…
then his eyes lit up—
👉 “I got selected…!”
But…
one step was still left—
👉 he had to go to Mumbai to complete some formalities.
Sikaju quickly finished his meal…
and the next morning…
👉 he left for Mumbai.
After a few days of running around…
he completed all his paperwork.
Now…
👉 his dream was alive again.
His flight was in 7 days…
Sikaju was happy…
but this time…
there was a slight fear inside him—
“What kind of country will it be…?”
“What kind of people will I meet…?”
“Will I be able to manage everything…?”
But then…
he said to himself—
“I’ve fought alone before…”
“I’ll do it again…”
But…
👉 Will luck support him this time…?
👉 Or is another test waiting ahead…?
⏳ To be continued… ✍️
