I saw my neighbour’s son go to Dubai last year through a dalal who promised gold, but now he sits in a labour camp sharing a room with twelve men and sends back less than what he earned packing tea in Hyderabad. My own brother-in-law in Riyadh says the cheapest way to send money is still the old hawala man in the mosque compound—no app, no receipt, just a phone call and a head nod, but you must trust him like you trust your own chai vendor. All these big talkers on TV about economic corridors and visa reforms—they never sat on a factory step at 3 a.m. counting how many blister packs it takes to pay a dalal's commission.
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