Jahangir is a simple man, around thirty years old. On the outskirts of the city, he lives in a small tin house with his mother, wife, son, and daughter. He is the sole breadwinner of the family.
He works as a delivery man for Olympic Consumer Products. Every day, his morning begins after 9 a.m. with the ringing of his manager's phone call. The company's sales officer collects orders from shops the previous day, and Jahangir works according to those orders. Biscuits, chanachur, potato chips, chocolates—he loads various products onto his auto-van and sets out to deliver them from shop to shop.
By 10 a.m., he reaches the dealer's office. As he opens the large warehouse door, a familiar smell greets him—the mixed scent of biscuits and spices. He carefully loads the goods according to the list. Sometimes he makes mistakes and gets scolded by the manager. Still, he remains silent, because he knows this job is his only means of survival.
His auto-van is very old. Sometimes it breaks down in the middle of the road, and he has to push it himself. In the scorching heat of summer, the sun burns above his head, and in the cold winter mornings, it becomes difficult to move through the fog. Yet, he has no chance to stop.
He delivers goods from shop to shop. Some shopkeepers treat him well, while others delay payments and create unnecessary trouble. Even then, he endures everything with a smile, because he knows that a moment of anger might cost him his job.
One afternoon, exhausted under the blazing sun, he sat down in front of a shop. The shopkeeper, Rahim Chacha, offered him a glass of cold water and a biscuit. This small act of kindness filled Jahangir with new strength. He thought to himself,
"There are still good people in this world."
His life is like a wheel—just as the wheels of his auto-van keep turning, his life keeps moving between work and responsibilities.
When he returns home at night, it is often around midnight or even one o'clock. As he enters with his tired body, his wife opens the door.
"Eat if you want, or don't… I'm going to sleep," she says in an annoyed voice.
Jahangir sits down with a faint smile. His elder daughter comes to him and says,
"Abbu, I need money for my exam fees."
He pauses for a moment, then nods his head and softly replies,
"I will arrange it, InshaAllah."
Within these simple words lies all his worries and dreams.
The next day, the same routine begins again—waking up, going to the warehouse, loading goods onto the auto-van, and delivering from shop to shop. Whether rain or shine, nothing can stop him.
One evening, his auto-van suddenly broke down in the middle of the road. Darkness was falling all around. He stood there alone, phone in hand, with no one to help him. Just then, a passerby came forward and helped him. Together, they pushed the auto-van to a nearby garage.
That day, Jahangir realized—no matter how hard life gets, somewhere, someone is always willing to lend a helping hand.
Late at night, he returned home. The moon was shining in the sky. Despite his exhaustion, he looked up and smiled softly. In his heart, he said,
"One day, my life will change."
His dreams are not very big—just a better house and a proper education for his children.
He does not know what the future holds. But he knows one thing—as long as his hands and legs can work, he will never give up.
Like the wheels of his auto-van, his life will keep moving—
turning, never stopping