Sikaju was now completely ready…
to give a new flight to his dreams.
The path wasn’t easy…
there were struggles everywhere…
But this time…
👉 he had made up his mind—he would not stop anymore.
He quickly started packing his bags…
his heart was beating fast…
but there was a strange calm on his face.
He immediately called his mother—
“Mom… I’m coming home…”
On the other side, his mother sounded a bit worried—
“What happened, son…?
It’s only been 8 months…
Is everything okay?”
Sikaju smiled softly—
“No Mom… don’t worry…
everything is fine…”
“Actually… I have some good news…”
Her voice changed instantly—
“What is it, son…?”
Sikaju’s eyes sparkled—
“Mom… I got a job in Qatar…”
“In a very big company…
it’s offshore work…”
“And the salary…”
He paused for a moment…
then softly said—
👉 “2.5 lakh rupees…”
For a few seconds, there was complete silence on the call…
Then his mother’s trembling, happy voice came—
“Really, son…?”
“This is such great news…”
Tears filled Sikaju’s eyes—
“Yes Mom…
I think my destiny is finally changing…”
His mother was happy…
but a mother’s heart…
always carries a little fear.
Sikaju gently said—
“Mom… don’t tell this to anyone yet…”
“You know…
people’s evil eye can ruin things…”
She replied—
“Okay son…
I won’t tell anyone…”
Sikaju continued—
“I’m coming home…
then I’ll have to go to Mumbai…”
“I have some interviews…
and document clearances…”
“That’s why… it’s important for me to come home first…”
His mother said lovingly—
“Alright, son…
just keep working hard…
God is always with you…”
The call ended…
but that night…
👉 Sikaju couldn’t sleep.
He kept staring at the ceiling…
and thinking—
“Is my life really about to change now…?”
A small boy…
with such big dreams…
👉 slowly…
God was showing him the way.
The next morning…
👉 Sikaju left Saudi for his home.
In this journey…
he had learned a lot—
👉 the true faces of people…
👉 the reality of the world…
👉 and how to handle himself…
He was no longer the same person…
👉 he had become wiser…
and stronger than before.
By evening…
👉 Sikaju reached home.
The moment he saw his mother…
👉 his eyes filled with tears.
He ran to her…
and hugged her tightly—
“Mom… are you okay…?”
“Don’t worry anymore…
everything will be fine now…”
His mother placed her hand on his head…
but in her eyes…
👉 there was relief…
👉 and an unspoken fear…
Because…
👉 life doesn’t always take easy turns…
And maybe…
👉 this time too, something unexpected was about to happen…
something Sikaju had never imagined…
Sikaju was now fully ready…
once again, to give a new flight to his life.
This time, his dream wasn’t small…
👉 it was big.
Early in the morning,
he left for Mumbai…
Hope in his heart…
and a clear goal in his mind—
👉 “This time, I have to achieve something big.”
He completed all his documents…
finished every process…
And then…
👉 he got ready to go to Qatar once again.
But this time…
👉 everything was different.
The first time he had gone…
his salary was just 20,000…
And now…
👉 2.5 lakh rupees.
The difference wasn’t just in money…
👉 it was in his mindset…
👉 his courage…
👉 and his experience.
But…
👉 the condition of his family was still the same.
Sikaju slowly started buying things for his home—
👉 a cooler…
👉 a new bed…
Because there was nothing proper in the house.
He was growing…
👉 but his family was still stuck in the same place.
His father…
and his brother…
👉 were still lost in addiction.
Sikaju was born in the same house…
But…
👉 he was like a lotus…
growing in the mud…
yet remaining pure and strong.
At such a young age…
👉 he had become very mature.
He always thought about his family—
“When will everything be okay…?”
“When will Dad and brother change…?”
But…
👉 they were still the same.
Still…
👉 there was hope in his heart—
“One day, everything will be fine…”
“One day, I will talk freely with my brother…”
“One day, we will live like a real family…”
But reality…
👉 was still far away.
His elder brother didn’t even talk to him properly…
👉 he didn’t care about the family at all.
One day…
when Sikaju was returning from Mumbai…
👉 he was very happy…
Suddenly…
👉 he received a call.
“Hello…?”
A voice from the other side said—
👉 “Sikaju… your brother is in jail…”
In a moment…
👉 all his happiness disappeared.
But…
👉 this wasn’t new for him.
It had happened many times before…
👉 his father and brother
often ended up in jail because of alcohol.
Because of this…
👉 they had no respect in the village or city…
no one liked them…
But…
👉 Sikaju didn’t care about all this.
He always thought—
“God is with me…
that’s enough…”
Maybe that’s why…
👉 he never got into relationships.
Because…
👉 people didn’t respect his family.
Sikaju immediately went…
👉 and got his brother released from jail by paying money.
After coming home…
👉 he comforted his mother—
“Mom… don’t worry…”
“Have faith in God…
everything will be fine…”
Then he said—
“Mom… my flight is tomorrow for Qatar…”
“Please cook something nice…”
But…
👉 that night, his mother fell ill.
For a moment…
Sikaju stood silent…
Then he got up…
👉 and went to the kitchen.
For the first time…
👉 he cooked masoor biryani himself.
A little imperfect…
a little different in taste…
But…
👉 it was full of love.
He served everyone…
And in that moment…
👉 he was not just a son anymore…
👉 he had become the responsible man of the house.
The next morning…
👉 Sikaju left for Qatar again.
The same country…
But this time…
👉 his identity was different.
In the beginning…
👉 he worked onshore for 7 days…
Then…
👉 he was called offshore.
Now…
👉 he worked sitting on a chair and table…
on a computer…
He spoke in English with people…
attended meetings…
👉 and in a short time,
he built a strong reputation there.
People started liking him…
👉 and respecting him.
Yes…
👉 some people were still jealous…
But…
👉 Sikaju didn’t care.
He focused only on his work…
👉 he didn’t spend money unnecessarily…
Every single rupee…
👉 he saved it.
Because his dreams…
👉 were still incomplete.
He used to think—
“First, I’ll buy land…”
“Then I’ll build my own house…”
“A big house…”
“Then I’ll buy a car…”
👉 his dreams were not ending…
👉 they were growing every day.
But…
👉 will these dreams come true easily…?
👉 or is life preparing another test for him…?
⏳ To be continued… ✍️
