Sikaju was now working in Saudi…
From the outside, everything looked fine—
a decent job…
a stable salary…
But inside…
👉 his life was still a struggle.
The scorching sun…
burning sand piercing the eyes…
and heat that drained the body…
Every single day in Saudi
felt like a test of his strength.
Sometimes…
he would look up at the sky and whisper—
“God… how much more?”
Then he would answer himself—
“Maybe I still have more to endure…”
But…
👉 Sikaju was not someone who gives up.
He told himself—
“This is not to break me…
this is to make me stronger…”
Days passed…
and with each passing day,
Sikaju kept getting better at his work.
But…
👉 there are always people
who can’t tolerate someone else’s growth.
And here…
it was no different.
Some Pakistani workers
would often stare at him…
whisper among themselves…
and laugh.
One day…
a voice came from behind—
“Look at him…
he was nothing yesterday…
and today he’s a Supervisor…”
Another one said—
“And we have to work under him?
What a joke…”
Sikaju heard everything…
but…
👉 this time too, he said nothing.
He simply focused on his work
and said to himself—
“My hard work is my answer.”
Time passed…
and one day…
👉 he applied again for a higher position.
This time…
he worked even harder…
Work during the day…
self-improvement at night…
Sometimes English…
sometimes technical knowledge…
sometimes management…
👉 he was transforming himself.
And then…
👉 the day arrived…
👉 The result was out.
His heart was racing…
his hands slightly trembling…
He slowly opened the result…
A few seconds…
that felt like hours…
And then—
👉 He had PASSED.
Tears filled his eyes…
“I can do it…”
“I really can do it…”
Now…
👉 he had become a Permit Coordinator.
An air-conditioned office…
a comfortable chair…
And a salary of—
👉 1.5 lakh rupees.
That day…
he sat alone in his room…
talking to himself—
“See… you could do it…”
But…
along with happiness…
there was also a strange emptiness.
“Is this enough…?”
His dreams…
were still bigger than this.
He wanted to build a house…
make his mother happy…
create a new life…
Sometimes…
he felt low…
“Why is everything so difficult…?”
But then…
👉 he would close his eyes…
and remember God.
Every morning and evening…
👉 he meditated for 20–30 minutes…
Slowly…
👉 he started feeling peace within.
“Whatever is happening…
is happening for my good…”
He had become wiser than before.
But…
👉 his struggles were not over yet.
He often worried about his mother—
“Don’t know how she is…”
“What if father is troubling her again…?”
His heart would feel heavy…
But…
👉 he didn’t break.
Meanwhile…
👉 some people were planning against him.
Those who were jealous…
👉 wanted to bring him down.
One day…
👉 they intentionally picked a fight with him.
“Do you think you’ve become too big now?”
one man shouted.
Sikaju calmly replied—
“I’m just doing my job…”
But…
👉 the matter was escalated.
And then…
👉 a complaint was filed against him.
The manager called him—
“Sikaju… what is all this?”
Silence filled the room…
For a few moments…
👉 Sikaju stayed quiet.
Then he softly said—
“Sir… if you think I’m wrong…
then I won’t work here…”
The manager was shocked—
“What do you mean?”
Sikaju took a deep breath—
👉 “I want to resign.”
The truth was…
👉 he had already made his decision.
Because…
👉 a bigger opportunity had come his way.
A few days ago…
👉 he had received an offer letter.
👉 better salary…
👉 better position…
And most importantly—
👉 a chance to go back to Qatar.
He didn’t tell this to anyone…
“Maybe someone’s evil eye might ruin it…”
So…
👉 he quietly resigned.
As he walked out…
👉 some people were laughing—
“Good… he’s finally gone…”
But…
👉 Sikaju was smiling.
Because…
👉 he knew—
“I’m not leaving after losing…
I’m moving forward.”
He looked up at the sky…
and softly said—
“Now watch…
this time, I’ll achieve something bigger…”
And from within…
a voice whispered—
👉 “Your destination is waiting for you…”
⏳ To be continued… ✍️
