However, things went wrong when he tried to seek support from his family. After going to the Gulf, he remarried, and the child was believed to be from that marriage. His wife and children believed this. His efforts to convince them otherwise were in vain. The family broke apart. His friends in the Gulf criticized him for working in a place where no one needed him. For years, he worked hard, but when he tried to return home, his own children refused to let him in. That’s when he was shattered. After that, he lived for his adopted son, leading a life like that of a hermit.
Meanwhile, his wife, despite her husband’s betrayal, had raised her children with great determination. After great hardship, she married off her two daughters. But eventually, she began to feel the loneliness of life.
She realized she needed her husband’s presence and began to search for him. She went to Saudi Arabia and met the friend who had told her about the Sri Lankan child. Upon understanding the truth of the situation, she felt deep remorse and sorrow for the lost years. She found her exhausted, helpless husband, accepted the adopted child as her own, and made the decision to live together in peace, embracing a life of virtuous living.
“You truly deserve praise for the strong decision you made amidst such severe crises,” I said, patting his shoulder. A faint smile appeared on his face as he reflected on the memories of the lost years.
“Though things went wrong, you have raised two beautiful daughters, married them off, and fulfilled your responsibilities with grace. In a way, you too deserve appreciation,” I said to his wife. A flash of pride appeared on her face as she heard my words.
With the hope that humanity has not yet lost its way, I bid them farewell.