My little sister.
Location: Afghanistan
Project Date: Nov 21, 2024
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mid the brick kilns, where earth and fire shaped lives, there was a man with weary shoulders but an unwavering will. He was a father, a man whose cracked hands built the dreams of others, brick by brick, every day. Beside him worked several children, but all eyes were drawn to a little girl—a girl with eyes full of untold stories.
At night, before falling asleep, the little girl would quietly sit next to her father and ask, "Father, why don’t the bricks we make build a home for us?" And the father, with a gaze heavy with the dust of hard days, would simply reply, "One day, my daughter. One day."
One evening, as the sun set, the girl, tired from work, looked up at the sky. The sun, like another kiln, slowly disappeared behind the mountains. She turned to her older brother and said, "One day, we will make something from this earth and fire so no girl will ever work here again." Her brother, with a weary but genuine smile, whispered, "You will be the first, my little sister."