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There was a rush on the side of the road. Old and young children were all standing and watching the spectacle. No sound could be heard. Someone was saying hand him over to the police. Someone was insisting on tying him up and killing him. The passerby who was passing by would stop and ask and some of them would even wipe their hands on the arrested person. He was beaten by the crowd and was stunned. Jamal was also holding his younger brother's hand and watching the spectacle. The man asked Jamal, "What happened? Why are they killing a man?" Jamal, who was sensible and understood the matter, said that he was going to abduct the children. He was carrying a small child. 

The brother of the child saw him and made a noise. The people gathered and thus the child escaped from being abducted. I was listening to my elder brother's words carefully ... Meanwhile, the policemen reached there. As soon as they saw the police, the crowd began to disperse. One by one, the people started shouting. Jamal also thought it appropriate to leave. Iqbal held his brother's hand firmly. His little mind was thinking this. The elder brother of this child does not see and what would have happened if the child was abducted then lying on the bed at night Iqbal asked the elder brother ... Brother you won't let me lose either ???? I am very scared of getting lost. Jamal remembered the incident of the day. He smiled and said, "Never, my brother." There was a difference of 7 years between the two of them. 

Jamal was 13 years old when Iqbal was 6 years old. His father Sultan Ahmed had died 4 years ago due to kidney failure. Begum had taken care of the house which was covered by Sena Prana. There was a house which was divided into two parts, one part was rented and she was living with her two sons in a relatively small portion. While Iqbal and Jamal were talking, they were all listening but at that time it was not appropriate to ask anything. Bilqis Begum did not neglect any aspect in the education and training of her children. She used to teach the Qur'an to the children herself. 

Besides, she used to do the homework of the school in front of her, although she had not seen the shape of the school, but the basic education she had received at home was coming in handy. The next day, Bilqis Begum asked Iqbal what he was saying to his brother at night. Iqbal told the whole story to his mother. Bilqis Begum remembered that last year when she went with Iqbal and Jamal to shop for Eid, Iqbal went somewhere. Suddenly he disappeared. It happened that while looking at the clothes, she became so emaciated that when Iqbal released her hand and went ahead, she did not know. Jamal was thinking that Iqbal was with his mother and his mother was thinking that Jamal and Iqbal were together. 

When he regained consciousness, the search for Iqbal started. Bilqis Begum was in a bad condition due to panic, but after a few minutes, he brought Jamal Iqbal. Iqbal Sahib, looking around, went out and reached the other street. When there are no brothers, he started crying. A good man picked him up on his lap and sat him on a stool near the shop in front of him. Meanwhile, Jamal reached there and Iqbal Mian was taken to his mother. Balqis Begum understood those few moments. Iqbal has been imprinted in his mind as soon as the incident that came to his notice yesterday, he became so frightened that Bilqis Begum He hugged her and started explaining to her. After a while Iqbal was satisfied and started playing in the yard. Time was passing fast. In those days Jamal was working in a private firm which was quite suitable but Jamal wanted to go out. 

He started to please his mother. Bilqis Begum barely agreed but on the condition that she would allow him to go out only when the marriage was over. Jamal immediately agreed. Then Bilqis Begum found a girl for him. Iqbal also was very happy with the arrival of his sister-in-law. Now Jamal has started working hard on the planning of going out. Luck has helped him in a firm in Saudi Arabia. He got the job. When Jamal flew to Saudi Arabia, both mother, son and Jamal's wife went to the airport to see him off. Iqbal went to the airport for the first time. He was very impressed with the atmosphere here and he was wondering how much fun it was. He must have decided to travel by plane and one day he too will go abroad on board.

When Jamal's hard work paid off and money started coming in, Bilqis Begum planned to build the upper floor. Similarly, 3 years have passed since Jamal came to Pakistan on holiday. Mother and brother were very happy to hear the stories of Hajj and Umrah there. Begum's eyes filled with tears when she heard this. The desire to see Makkah and Madinah began to rise in her heart. All that Jamal had earned was collected. Bilqis informed Jamal about her plan to build an upper floor. He liked it very much and said that he informed the contractor about his plan to take the summons estimate. Jamal liked this suggestion very much and said that you should take the summons estimate from the contractor at the same time one day when Jamal announced to return. 

So the mother and wife started crying but Jamal had a contract for another 5 years and the construction of the upper floor was still pending. Jamal somehow persuaded the mother and wife and set off for Iqbal a few days after his brother left. Speaking of which, he was feeling the lack of a brother more this time. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. Iqbal ran and called home. It was very difficult to make a phone connection in those days. Jamal had applied for the first time before going to Saudi Arabia and as long as he stayed in Pakistan. 

While going to the telephone exchange regularly and giving information, Iqbal was urged to keep doing his best in this regard. When the phone rang at home, now it was easier to talk to Jamal. One evening in April 1982, Iqbal flew away. Bilqis Begum brought her daughter-in-law of her choice as if spring has come to her house. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law Iqbal Mian were also very happy. His wife liked him very much. That......... One day when Iqbal met his old friend Nasir, he told him that he wanted to go to Malaysia to try his luck. Hearing this, Iqbal's heart began to ache to see the new world. When he expressed his wish to his friend Nasir, he said that both Malaysians walk to the consulate and get information. Closed for visitors for the day. 

They were about to leave in despair. A forty-five-year-old man called them and asked them why they had come. After listening to them, the man said, "This is a solution." He went with me and they both followed the man. He took them to a nearby Iranian hotel. After ordering tea, he turned to them and said, "My name is Sharifuddin. I am an agent. You People want to go to Malaysia for a job. The consulate will not allow it. From there you will only get a visit visa for a maximum of 6 months. Yes, you have to go for a walk. Both of them replied at the same time, so I can help you to get a work permit and visa from home in Malaysia. If this happens then what else do we need? Nasir said Iqbal asked this person how much will this work cost tomorrow? The man was silent for a moment, as if calculating, and then took a deep breath and said, "You two will have to pay six thousand rupees for a ticket, and a man with a work permit and a work visa and a permit will cost about ten thousand rupees." He was silent, he looked at their faces carefully and said, "Think, I can meet you at the same hotel tomorrow at the same time. If you are satisfied, bring five thousand tokens. 

There is so much I can do for the people. He stood up. They both got up. They shook hands. When the two of them moved forward, he said, "If you have to come tomorrow, bring a passport. I will get a visa in a week." So he left. Now both the friends came out of the hotel and left for the President on foot. What do you say Nasir will not cheat? Iqbal asked? Brother, I have to pay only Rs 5,000 tomorrow. If he doesn't apply for a visa, the loss will be Rs 5,000. Let's take a chance. Iqbal nodded in affirmation. Iqbal and Nasir reached there on time the next day but Sharifuddin was not there. They waited for him. After a while he came here. 

After looking around, he came straight to them. He called the waiter with his hand gesture and ordered tea. He took a sip of water in one breath and addressed them both. You guys made the right decision. Bring the passport. He opened the passport and examined it. He said, "I have to get a photocopy of it. I will sign it. I have the original passport." A day later, Iqbal and Sharifuddin quietly started sipping tea. A day later, Nasir and Iqbal arrived at the consulate to inquire whether a Malaysian work visa could be obtained or not. Can only be applied Work visa can be obtained only through the agent of the principal company. Both of them were very satisfied with this information that all the words of Sharifuddin proved to be absolutely correct. 

Now it was becoming very difficult for Iqbal and Nasir to spend the day. And he had taken his brother in Saudi Arabia in full confidence. Bilqis Begum surrendered to his son's wish but Nighat started crying. Iqbal put the matter before Begum very well and gave her many consolations. They were still unhappy at heart. However, they remained silent in respect of Mianji's wish. The next week, they were both waiting for Sharifuddin in the same hotel with beating hearts. After waiting for some time, Sharifuddin reached there. He shook hands warmly and said as he sat down, "Empty tea will not work today. We also order samosas." After giving the order to the waiter, he took out the passports of both of them from the bag and showed them both the visa stamps. ... After counting the money given by both of them, he handed over the passports to both of them. Carefully check and check that the work has been done in a way that no one could have done, even though there was not much savings in this work. Then they will earn. 

They both saw the seal on the passport and their hearts leaped with joy. You people have one month to prepare. Next month is your flight. Take this. Take your tickets. They both started looking at the ticket eagerly. And what is this work permit for which I have worked so hard, then you will be able to work there legally. When you land at Kuala Lumpur Airport, you will find my agent who is an Indian named Babu Raj. He will take you both to another city where you have got a job in a construction company. When he mentioned the salary and other benefits, they were both happy. Finally, the day came. It was the morning of June 1982 when Iqbal left his mother and a few months old bride and flew to Malaysia. Both friends were waiting for Babu Raj at Kuala Lumpur Airport. 

A very sinister man approached him and introduced himself as Babu Raj and addressed the two of them and said let's just get out immediately. The road is long. It was a very old model pickup. It was not easy to travel. Iqbal was sitting in the car. Babu Raj called out. You two will go in the car separately. You will go with me and this fool will go with Ghanta Lal. I have luggage in my car. Will be anywhere ... From the front came another man in the same car who looked even more sinister than Babu Raj. Nasir got in the car. The road was long and green on both sides. Long rows of coconut trees on both sides of the road. The speed of the car was coming. Iqbal was getting very tired. He kept looking back but he did not see the other car. He asked Babu Raj. 

He could not see the car. Babu Raj smiled and said my speed. After an hour-long journey, he entered an old building where Iqbal did not like the rotten walls at all. Darkness had spread everywhere. The atmosphere seemed a bit dazzling with the extremely dim light. I entered a room. It was a relatively good room. Let's put our luggage there. Wash your hands and face. You have to stay there. I will take you to work in the morning and my friend is not here yet. The place is another place to meet at work in the morning just drink bread and water and Sujao Iqbal expressed frustration alone It wasn't just a matter of living. When he sat down to eat, he lost his appetite. When he saw the food, he lost his appetite. It was a strange thing. Iqbal was poisoned by this bad taste of food and came out of the room after drinking water, but there was a rule of snata everywhere. He turned back to the room in panic and lay down on the bed. 

Lee looked at the window in front of him and saw that someone was peeping. Iqbal asked in a trembling voice, "Who is it?" The answer did not come, but the shadow disappeared Sleep was missing from his eyes. He kept taking crotches. I don't know when his eyes were opened. In the morning, he woke up with the voice of this ominous Babu Raj. He was making noise. Have breakfast and get ready. Seeing two pieces of bread and a cup of black tea, his blood boiled. He poisoned breakfast with extreme aggression. As soon as Babu Raj saw him, he complained about breakfast. Babu Raj said, "I am a servant now." Going to Seth, give him your complaint ... After traveling for about an hour in Babu Raj's Khatara, Babu Raj stopped the engine near a very large field. 

Iqbal asked why Babu Raj stopped the car. Oh, don't stop, can I take you to India? Hey, don't meet Seth? Surprisingly, Iqbal's mouth was left wide open. Babu Raj laughed and said, "Hey Sala, did you shoot him too?" Two people came out of the fields and started coming towards this place and the boy Seth was coming to keep his mouth shut in front of him. A few moments later a Malaysian arrived there with his 2 spoons and after looking at Iqbal carefully he asked for 10 ringgit to eat and drink. You will have to work in other fields. Work will start as soon as the sun rises. Work will end when the sun sets. Iqbal looked at Seth and said, "I did not come to work in other fields after spending so much money and reading so much. I would do better than go back and do a small job in my country so I can earn more and where is my friend Nasir? Who is Nasir? Addressing Babu Raj, Seth asked, "Seth had come with this boy. There is an hour with Lal now." When Babu Raj spoke at work, Iqbal looked at Babu Raj angrily and said, "I don't want to do this. 

I will go back to work." Babu Raj said with a poisonous smile. "Well, then you want to go back to Pakistan ??? Iqbal stared at Babu Raj and said yes I will go back tomorrow ... All right, Seth, we are leaving. The boy has to go back to Pakistan. He will not prepare. Seth turned, looked at Iqbal carefully and then walked back. Iqbal was angry all the way, he was unaware of the time to come ... He was unaware that he was caught in the clutches of these criminals. On the other hand, Nasir was lucky when he was traveling with Ghanta Lal. At one place, the police stopped him. Seeing the foreigner, the police officer asked for his passport and documents. The officer handed over the papers to Wale and looking at the work permit, asked Nasir in broken English. What is this? Nasir said work permit, sir, where did you get it? You have to walk with us to the police station. Now Ghanta Lal's hands and feet are swollen. He spoke to the police officer in Malaysian language. 

Sir, we have nothing to do with this matter. Should I go? After some time, Nasir was taken to Kelana Jaya police station and interrogation was started on the work permit obtained from him. Nasir started telling the whole story in English. The police officer whose name was Ahmad Al-Mahdi was listening to Nasir in silence. Nasir Sahib: There has been fraud with you. My country's work permit is not available like this and your visit visa is 30 days. After that you have to go. During this time you cannot do any job. Ahmed Al-Mahdi said in short words. 

He made everything clear to Nasir ... Nasir grabbed him and sat down ... Sir, my friend Iqbal, I don't know where he will be, in what condition he will be, we will find him Passport and all other documents were missing from Iqbal's bag. Iqbal remembered that last night he saw him in a shady window. He must have come to steal his passport. Now his hands and feet were swollen. He did not understand what to do. Iqbal did not wait for Babu Raj. He gritted his teeth. He reached Babu Raj. Babu Raj was sitting on a throne. He had a poisonous smile on his face. When is the boy going to Pakistan? Where is my passport? Iqbal asked in an angry tone ... Did you keep it with me ???? Babu Raj replied, then after a while he addressed Iqbal and said, "Son, he is with Seth. Now he is at Seth's mercy. You will have to do the labor." Iqbal was not able to sleep that night, he kept changing his clothes, but he had bad thoughts that he was coming ... 

He decided that he would look for an opportunity and as soon as the opportunity arose he would run away from here but before that he would have to get his passport. The next day he was in the fields. Seth greeted him with a poisonous smile. He was soon told that his job at the moment was to water ... Similarly, as the days passed, Iqbal toiled all day in the vegetable and fruit fields and fell asleep at night, but in his mind he was always planning to escape from here. On the other hand, Nasir tried hard to get Iqbal's information. But it did not succeed. Eventually, the Malays had to leave the land in any case. His ticket had been confirmed but his heart was sad. He was wondering what he would tell his family if he went to Pakistan without Iqbal and how he would face them. 

During this time he had gone to the police station several times to get information but he was unable to say anything. All he could know was that Iqbal might have fallen into the hands of human traffickers or forced laborers. But no concrete evidence or clues could be found by the police. Finally, the day came when he returned to Karachi. He remained under house arrest for several days. His parents were happy to see him back, but at the same time they were upset to hear about Iqbal. Jamal had come to Pakistan. He was surprised to see Nasir. But soon the surprise turned into anxiety. After hearing the whole thing, Jamal informed Aman and Nighat about this problem. Bilqis Begum is the owner of strong nerves. But the trouble was evident on his face and his eyes turned white as soon as he heard the news. His hands and feet seemed to be dead. Jamal Nasir went to the Consulate Office and this tea hotel for several days. 

Sharif-ud-Din's whereabouts could be ascertained, but it seemed as if he had been swallowed up by the earth or swallowed up by the sky. On the other hand, Iqbal was working in the fields. He had blisters on his hands and his feet were swollen. But there was no such thing as mercy in their hearts. Bad food did not come down Iqbal's throat. He just had to be poisoned to survive. Was ... As the days passed, the weeks turned into months and months and years, Iqbal had so far failed to trace his passport, so now he thought that without a passport he would escape from here and go to the police station and tell him everything. I was sure that the law would help him and one day Iqbal got a chance ... 

His bodyguards were now satisfied that he had compromised his fate, but Iqbal kept thinking of escaping every moment. One night when everyone was asleep and the guards were drunk. Iqbal, who was looking for such an opportunity, did not hesitate to escape. In the middle of the night, he walked for many hours and with the first ray of morning, he was on a road leading to the capital. She got off the road and started walking in the fields. Her shoes got stuck in the mud of the field but she didn't care. She was waiting for a truck or a car on which she could sit as far away from the area as possible. When he could get out, his ears finally heard the sound of a car. He was very careful. He guessed that the search for him must have started. The sound of the car was getting closer and closer. He saw that it was a truck loaded with goods. As soon as its speed was very low, Iqbal rushed to the road and started gesturing. The truck came to a stop and Iqbal reached the driver. Arrived and began to beg him in broken Malay language to take him to the city. Shortly afterwards he was sitting between the truck driver and his companion. Iqbal had 70 70 safe in his pocket which he had hidden. The remaining ڈالر 500 including passport and other documents were taken out by Babu Ram. He hid them at a known place or tore them up. At 9 o'clock in the morning he reached a settled area where There were shops, hotels, etc. He got out of the truck. He took ۵ 2 out of his pocket and tried to give it to the driver but he refused and invited Iqbal to have breakfast which Iqbal accepted. Entered the hotel and sat down at a table. Iqbal was very alert. His eyes were constantly on the outside. The driver looked at him carefully and asked what country are you from? Iqbal briefly described the whole incident. 

The driver gave his name as Abdullah and said, "Come with me. I know some policemen. Talk to someone." I will try to ease your problem by doing it. Anyway, if you don't know anyone here, you will get in trouble. Iqbal had no form of refusal. For the next six months, Iqbal traveled with Abdullah on a truck from one place of employment to another as his assistant, but he was destined for something else. One day when he was loading the truck and heading to the market, the police Abdullah and Iqbal were detained at the police station along with the truck on charges of overloading and incomplete paperwork. An hour later, the owner of the truck came and collected the challan and rescued Abdullah. 

The police officer said that there was another man with him. He did not have an identity. Tell me about him. He seems to be a foreigner. The owner of the truck recognized Iqbal. When he refused, Abdullah had to tell the truth ... The police officer said, "Okay, we are investigating. You guys go. We will inform him and then we will inform you of the details." The police officer called Iqbal to his room and asked who you were and what was on the truck. Were? Iqbal understood his questions and then narrated his story in broken Indonesian (which he had learned during this time) from Karachi to here. The police officer recorded Sarabian and sent him to the lock-up. Iqbal was puzzled as to why he was locked up. Nine days passed like this, no one was telling what will happen to him now, how he will get out of this trouble and when he will get out ... 

On the morning of the third day, he was told that he was being taken to be produced before a magistrate It was an ancient building in which the city court was located. In the local language it was called Nik Nurul huda akma binti roselan. The magistrate looked very naughty. Iqbal was convinced that there was no expectation of any good from him and the same magistrate read the case, listened to the statement of the policemen and looked at Iqbal with devouring eyes. He said that there are strict laws for those living in the country illegally. I read your statement that it is just a lie. 

Now you will be punished for this lie and breaking the law. You want to challenge the punishment meted out by this court in the High Court. So do it but the punishment will remain ... Iqbal was sentenced to 6 months imprisonment and was sent to Penjara Pudu Jail, Penjara Pudu Jail. Built in 1859, the barracks of this jail were cramped and dark. Iqbal had to serve 6 months here. The staff was a little better but the prisoners were very rude and rude and because of this they could hardly understand Iqbal's broken tongue. Iqbal used to cry for his fate when he reached this new world. Similarly, a month passed but he could not be rehabilitated. Iqbal hoped that if someone helped him and his case went to the High Court, the rest of his sentence would be commuted and arrangements would be made to send him back to Pakistan. 

But unfortunately Iqbal was behind it. A quarrel broke out between the inmates in the jail which escalated to such an extent that kicks and sticks were used so freely that the jail administration also used sticks. Many inmates were injured. Later he was killed. One of the prisoners hit a soldier on the head with a stick, which seriously injured the soldier. Iqbal was also injured, but the real misfortune started at that time and those responsible for the fight began to be identified. Cameras were not available at that time, so the statements of the prisoners were taken and as a result, some prisoners were indicted. Among these prisoners, Iqbal's name was also included. Once again Iqbal was present in the court of the same magistrate along with other prisoners. 

The magistrate heard the case, heard the statements of witnesses and pronounced the verdict of the case. Iqbal was among those convicted. The five prisoners were sentenced to life imprisonment and acquitted of the case due to lack of evidence against the other prisoners. Hearing his cry, Iqbal kept shouting that he was innocent even after reaching the jail but all the hard hearted people remained silent. Iqbal stopped eating and drinking. When the jailer got the information, he called Iqbal to his office and asked him if you Want to challenge this case in the High Court? Iqbal was in a bad condition. 

His words were not coming out of his mouth but there were tears which were describing the condition of his heart. The jailer felt pity for Iqbal. He softly said to Iqbal, "I would like to inform the Pakistan Embassy about your presence here. If they assist you in this case, you may be acquitted." Iqbal's eyes sparkled and hope awoke in his heart. But Iqbal did not know how many difficulties were coming for him in the coming days. 

The Pakistan embassy refused to recognize Iqbal as a Pakistani citizen and none of the embassy staff even met Iqbal. Iqbal's case reaches High Court through jailor's efforts When Iqbal entered the magnificent High Court building in the Government Complex in Jalan, frustration was evident on his face, he knew that his sentence would be upheld, and the fourth hearing, which took place almost three months later, was decided by Ain Iqbal. The judge upheld the lower court's sentence and sent him to Penang Jail, 453 km from Kuala Lumpur. Upon reaching Penang, Iqbal realized the hardships of the prison and now the most difficult period of his life began. Elsewhere in Pakistan, Nighat's family started pressuring him to leave his father-in-law and go with him because it has been 3 years since Iqbal knew anything but Nighat did not accept any pressure and spent his life serving his mother-in-law and Iqbal. 

He decided to spend his time waiting for Iqbal to return. Time passed slowly and 14 years passed in such a way that when the prison doors were opened for Iqbal, he did not want to go out of it, his heart was pounding from the outside world.

Where will he go? The outside world had become alien to him. He was released from prison, but the whole of Malaysia was a prison for him. Iqbal came out of the prison wondering how he would be released from it. He had 20,000 Malaysians of color who were paid for his work in prison. 

But he did not know the value of this money at all nor did he know how many days this money would work for him. It had been 16 years since Iqbal came from Pakistan. It was September 22, 1979. She was only 4 years old but her husband's separation had brought her to the threshold of premature old age. She was getting older but peace be upon her. She was still convinced that Iqbal is alive and one day. Will definitely come back Iqbal's mother Bilqis Begum was also in favor of her daughter-in-law considering her firm belief. Bilqis Begum's eyesight was getting weaker day by day. The doctor told her that black cataract had come down in her eyes. 

Gradually her eyes became dim. Jamal and his wife could not have children. They were living in Saudi Arabia in those days. On the other hand, Iqbal's problems were not diminishing. For some time, Iqbal was living on money earned from prison, but now he had to work hard and at the same time prove that he was a Pakistani citizen. So that he could return to his homeland, but it was not an easy task at all. While looking for a job, Iqbal once again fell into the hands of the forced laborers. He was just paid for his work. He took care of the coconut and palm trees all day long. He was also responsible for picking fruits. After eating at night, handcuffs were put on his feet. The handcuffs had wounded his feet. Iqbal was enduring this wound, but the only cure for the wound on his soul was to return home. ۔ 

He missed his mother very much and when the memory of Nighat came to his heart, a hook would rise in his chest. He thought that Nighat must have got remarried. What did he know that he was unlucky today? Has also been on its way ... Many more years have passed and it has been a quarter of a century since Iqbal came to Malaysia. In the last two years, Iqbal has not smiled even once. Rather, it would be fair to say that he forgot to smile. The night Iqbal came to bed, he went in prostration and murmured and prayed that Allah would end my ordeal and make way for me so that I could return home if my mother was alive. 

If I could kiss his hand, if he was dead, I could go to his grave and recite the Fatiha. He used to ask for prayers, but he was as sure of the acceptance of prayers today as he had never been before. The doors open and Allah opened the door for him too. The owner of the field died from the bite of a snake. He started crying. He got a chance. He escaped from there. This time he met a Pakistani businessman and then Iqbal. Obstacles to his way were removed one by one. This businessman from Lahore used all his connections and money to open the closed way for his return home and then came the happy day when the green passport was in Iqbal's hands. The closed door of his return to Pakistan was open. 

He fell in prostration. This true story is not over yet. Iqbal Sahib told this story. When I heard the last part of this story, my hair stood on end. I saluted Iqbal Sahib and said that this salute is not only a salute to your determination but also a tribute to your great wife. When Iqbal arrived at Jinnah Terminal in Karachi on July 7, 2007, he did not know how to get to his home. He did not know how they lived there anymore. He had a 6-digit phone number 411789 in his memory. Decided to do so and went to the public phone there. After dialing several times, he was getting the same message that your number has changed. Contact for more information. He informed the person on duty about this issue. And when he told his short story, he told me that Uncle 6 digit number has been changed to first 7 digit and now to 8 digit. 

I will find out from PTCL now and tell you that the changed number became known only after some time. Now it consisted of 8 digits. Iqbal dialed the number with trembling hands. The specific sound of the bell started coming. Every passing moment made Iqbal's heart beat faster. Then Iqbal's hearing heard a feminine voice. Islam and Aleikum Iqbal was unable to recognize the voice. He replied with a salutation and said that Bilqis Begum is present. I have to talk to her. My name is Iqbal. On the other hand, the senate was overwhelmed. After a few moments of complete silence, the answer was who is Iqbal? Yes, I am Iqbal, his son is from Malaysia ... 

On the other hand, the sound of crying started coming. Iqbal asked, "Who are you? Where is my mother? She is fine. Yes, yes, she is fine. I am looking at Iqbal. Now it was Iqbal's turn to be shocked. He did not think that care. She will be waiting for him till now. I'm coming to the airport. Just wait for half an hour to pick you up. Iqbal's limbs swayed with joy. He didn't even think that Nighat would be waiting for him till now. Such love, such faith, you waited for me for 3 years. Wait, I'm sitting in the International Lounge ... Nighat's whole being was trembling. She ran to another room where Bilqis Begum was praying There were crowds to tell them the good news.

As soon as Bilqis Begum greeted him, she hugged him and cried and told him that Iqbal has come back and she is going to the airport to pick him up. Bilqis Begum's dim eyes started shining and tears flowed from her They prostrated before Allah. Arriving at the airport, Bilquis kept running around like crazy. She had a picture of Iqbal in her hand, but Iqbal in the form of the bride in the picture had completely changed. When she passed by Iqbal for the third time, Iqbal stood up. He went and asked in a loud voice, "Who are you looking for?" Nighat said something and put the picture in front of him. Iqbal was overjoyed and grabbed Nighat by the arms and almost shouted, "I am Iqbal in Nighat ..." The people in the lounge were watching in amazement. 

On the way back, Iqbal kept crying and as soon as he entered the house, he fell down in prostration. After giving thanks to Allah, he hugged his mother who could not see him but felt her heart by touching her. However, his son has returned. Allah had sent Iqbal to serve his mother after 3 years. After some time, Sahib went to bed and Iqbal and Nighat continued to serve him wholeheartedly till his death.