Once again,
Sikaju was ready to rebuild his dreams.
👉 This time…
for Saudi.
New people…
a new environment…
But this time,
he wasn’t as afraid.
Because he had already stepped outside India once…
he had gained some experience.
He was explaining to his mother—
“Mom… don’t worry…
everything will be fine…”
“I’m trying hard…
you’ll see, one day I’ll become a big man…”
“It’s just that luck isn’t supporting me right now…
I plan something… but something else happens…”
“But I will fix everything…
you just take care of yourself…”
His mother kept looking at him…
There was fear in her eyes…
but also trust.
“Tomorrow morning is my flight…”
Hearing this,
her heart felt heavy…
They kept talking for a long time that night.
But…
the night wasn’t over yet.
Late at night…
👉 his father came home drunk again.
And as always…
👉 chaos began in the house.
“Give me money…!”
“You think you’ll become a big man…?”
he shouted angrily.
Sikaju tried to calm him down—
“Dad… please calm down…”
But…
he was completely lost in alcohol.
The argument grew worse…
his mother started crying…
and eventually…
👉 she went to sleep in sadness.
His brother…
was no different…
lost in addiction…
coming home only once in a while…
and creating trouble every time.
It was 11 at night…
the atmosphere in the house was completely broken…
👉 no food was cooked…
👉 no one had eaten…
Sikaju quietly stood up…
and went outside.
After some time…
👉 he returned with food from a hotel.
He gently woke his mother—
“Mom… wake up… eat something…”
“Everything will be fine…
don’t worry…”
He fed her with his own hands…
and in that moment…
👉 his pain was clearly visible.
The next morning…
👉 Sikaju left for Saudi.
A new country…
new people…
and once again—
👉 a new beginning.
This time…
👉 Sikaju had become a Coordinator.
His salary was—
👉 80,000 rupees.
But…
for his dreams…
it was still not enough.
He wanted to build a house…
buy a car…
👉 and give his mother a better life.
He had already left his village…
living in rented places again and again…
👉 because of his father and brother,
he wanted a home of his own.
That’s why…
he didn’t like going back to the village.
But…
he had one dream—
👉 The day he becomes successful…
he will return to his village…
in his own car.
Now…
👉 Sikaju was working day and night.
There was only one goal in his eyes—
👉 to rise higher…
and become something big.
But…
👉 will this journey be easy…?
👉 or are bigger challenges waiting ahead…?
⏳ To be continued… ✍️
