Writer : Masum
Blog : EditorPost
The Other Side of the Sky
“People say I live under a foreign sky, but the truth is... my heart never left home.”
Chapter 1: The Departure
Abdul stepped into the airport with trembling feet. One bag, one passport, one dream — to change his family's life. His mother cried silently as he turned to wave goodbye. He smiled, but inside, he was falling apart.
His destination? Dubai. A construction company offered him a job — long hours, low pay, but hope.
Chapter 2: Life in Steel and Dust
Dubai was a city of lights, but his world was gray. Days started at 5 AM. Heat soared above 45°C. He mixed cement, lifted steel, and worked like a machine. No shade. No comfort. No complaints.
Every night, he slept in a shared room with six others. A thin mattress on a cold floor, and a folded towel as a pillow.
Chapter 3: The Phone Call
“Baba, are you coming home for my birthday?” — his son’s voice cracked through the line.
Abdul hesitated. He couldn’t afford the flight. He had just sent his full salary to pay school fees and medical bills.
“I’ll be there next time, Insha’Allah,” he whispered.
The boy didn't reply.
Chapter 4: The Festival That Never Comes
Back home, the festival of Eid was full of colors, food, and family. For Abdul, it meant a video call. Watching his mother cook biryani, seeing his wife wear the dress he sent, listening to the sounds of joy — while he sat alone, eating instant noodles.
It hurt. But he smiled through it all.
Chapter 5: The Sacrifice No One Sees
No one saw his hands, cracked and calloused. No one saw the tears he held back when he missed his father’s funeral. No one heard his prayers at night, asking God to keep his family safe.
All they saw was, “He’s working abroad. He must be rich.”
But money was never the dream. Dignity was.
Chapter 6: Homecoming
After 7 long years, Abdul returned home. His son was taller than him. His mother had more wrinkles. His wife’s eyes welled up with tears.
He stood still. Everything had changed — except his love.
That night, under his village sky, he looked up and whispered,
“I finally came back to where my heart always was.”
Epilogue: For Every Migrant
This story is not just about Abdul.
It is about Carlos in Qatar.
Ravi in Malaysia.
Said in Oman.
Fatima in Italy.
John in Saudi Arabia.
And thousands more...
People who leave everything behind to build someone else’s future — while slowly breaking themselves.
They are not just migrant workers. They are silent heroes.
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