16/05/2025
Their eyes don't have colorful dreams, but our dreams are woven by their hands.
Every day, while thousands of people are sleeping soundly, some wake up before the sun shines—putting on factory clothes and going out in search of a living.
Traffic, crowds, heat, fatigue—all bypassed—in a small space surrounded by the machinery of that factory, they began work—for 10-12 hours or more straight.
With sweaty bodies, cracked wrists, signs of fatigue under their eyes, yet with a smile on their faces, they make one garment after another—one that reaches from one end of the world to the other.
In fact, they don't make clothes,
they build the economic foundation of the country,
they control the flow of foreign exchange,
they keep thousands of families, thousands of dreams alive.
But they don't hold any big positions,
they don't have offices,
they don't have glamour,
they don't make news,
they don't go viral.
Their life stories remain buried—
within the factory walls.
Yet, they are satisfied at the end of the day—
because their small income pays for their children's education, their elderly father's medicine, house rent, and market expenses.
They are garment workers—
the silent warriors, the unsung heroes of this country's economy.
They have no demands, no arrogance,
only tireless work and a sense of responsibility.
If we can't give anything today,
then let's give at least one thing—
respect.
A 'thank you' from the bottom of our hearts—
to these silent workers.
They are not just part of the garment industry, they are the pride of Bangladesh.
