“I work so hard, sometimes in the hot, choking air, and surrounded by brick dust. When I come home and sit down to eat, I cough up mud.”
Rahim trudges home from the brick kiln, exhausted and covered in dust. The oppressive heat and relentless labor weigh heavily on him, turning each breath into a struggle. As he collapses onto his mat, he coughs, the gritty residue of his day’s toil a harsh reminder of the life he endures—a cycle of hardship that turns survival into an everyday battle.
