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Millionaire Zahoor is a beggar in Paris | true story of Dunki | Iftikhar Ahmad Usmani

#relationship #pakistan #toxicrelationships #travel #overseaspakistani #france #truestory #motivation Today I met a man in front of the Eiffel Tower in Paris, France, who was wearing dirty clothes and was begging. My son and I were buying food from a cart. The man in dirty clothes came and asked for money. My son gave him fourteen euros, but the man said in a stammering voice, "Give me food too." I looked carefully at the man who was from my country and was speaking my language. I showed my morality and said, "Sit here and eat." He replied, "No, I will take the food home. My wife is hungry. He is very weak financially. The man was begging. I asked his name. The answer was, "Zhaoor." I first made him sit in front of me and ate the food. Later, I also got the food packed. The man started crying and said, "I was once called the King of Paris. Today, I am in this situation." I looked at him in shock and he said, "Sir, I belong to a region of Hinjab. We are very close." My father was poor and wanted to teach me, but after studying eight classes, I dropped out of school and became interested in going out of the country. One day, an agent who had given me ten boys to send to Europe illegally sent me out of the country as well. I found peace after reaching Europe. By then, I was married and my wife was very good. One son was ten years old. I worked hard and earned money day and night. I kept raising my children despite being pushed and starved. But my wife was in Pakistan and so was my son. When Zahoor's parents died, Zahoor did not attend the funeral because he did not have French citizenship. With the kindness of a big Pakistani businessman in France, his case was filed after seven years and he was granted emigration in the next three years. Ten years later, he came to Pakistan and took his wife and child to France. His siblings in Pakistan took over his share. Zahoor started an illegal job to prove that his brothers were the least and for days I didn't earn crores of rupees, my wife kept asking me where did all this money come from? But I would have lied to him about a new business. One day, a young Pakistani man illegally reached France. I supported him and invested in his work. Two years later, he also earned a lot of money. But his intentions were ruined. One day, he was arrested and trapped me to save his life. He himself took the relief. My son was studying in Germany. The day I was sentenced, Zahoor got the news that his son was killed in a road accident on a heavy bike. When the documents for the visa were not ready, he could not travel to Pakistan. Today, he is in jail. His son died. He could not attend the funeral of his parents or the burial of his only son. When he came out of jail after serving four years in prison, the police had confiscated all the illicit wealth. His wife was sick. The police were watching Zahoor. Yesterday, he was a millionaire in Paris, whom people used to greet with bows. Now, he has become poor. First, he got diabetes, then a heart attack, and now he has suffered a stroke. I was understanding. He said that he had been drinking. His tongue was slurring during the conversation, but he was not drunk, he was sick. Today he begs and makes a living. Zahoor said that I want to say two things. First, earn what you have to earn while living in Pakistan so that you can be in front of your parents. Second, never do any business that is a crime. Zahoor thanked me and left crying. Friends, this story is the story of a stingy person. There are thousands of such stories that never come to light. What would you say about this story?