workers
Workers Over the decades, we've only had a small window to look at life, a circular opening wide open to a clear sky. We've grown accustomed to this narrow view. We have no choice but to endure the burning holes that turn coal into kebabs for others and a piece of bread for our table. Darkness has engulfed our entire lives, and even during the days, we remain in these ovens as if we've forgotten day and night. We're like captives in the darkness, and even the rights we demand for a normal life are insufficient. When we ask for more rights, we've become accustomed to hearing that this job is illegal. But every evening, after lighting the wood in the furnace, we sit for a while to watch the sunset and sip tea. To be honest, it's a heartwarming scene, one of the few moments of happiness we experience, and morning comes again! Morning comes again, and the daily grind hits us like a flood. The logs, which were once tall trees, now turned into coal, wait for us in the burning furnaces. We only wait for the furnace's heat to decrease slightly, then we descend, and again, darkness and blackness envelop us. Our clothes, shoes, faces, and bodies, even the colorful bags turn black with darkness. Every bag that gets filled and goes up with a rope, we look at it, and suddenly, our gaze turns to the sky, it's blue! Regardless of the hundreds of filled bags that are pulled out of the pit, we look at a bird that soars in the blue sky. We smile. We've learned to find a source of happiness in the flight of a sparrow.
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