When I came to New Saudi Arabia, I did not feel like it at all. I called home every day and made excuses that work was difficult. There is a lot of duty. The sponsor bothers. The food is not good and so on In a way, the family should call me to Pakistan, but the family was not interested in anything. At the same time, a boy near me was going to Pakistan for a holiday.
The day he left I took a packet of bread and gave it to him (Khabs) means the bread that is produced in the plant, which is available in every grocery store in Saudi Arabia, but it is difficult for a newcomer from Pakistan to eat it because it tastes like the bread we have here. ) is quite different from.
I sent bread home with this intention so that they realize what I am eating and how difficult it is here. But two days after the boy’s arrival in Pakistan, I received a call from my mother. The call was to send blessings from the letter to everyone who came.