Life has a way of teaching us lessons too late. Sometimes, we only realize the value of a person after they’re no longer around. That’s the story behind my upcoming song “I Was Wrong” — a heartfelt tribute to my grandmother, the one person who never gave up on me, even when I was too childish to see it. 💔 The Heart of the Song My grandmother wasn’t just family — she was a force of love and protection. While the world seemed to turn against me, she was the one who stood by my side. She fought for me, defended me, and believed in me when no one else did. Yet, in my youthful mischievousness, I didn’t always understand her value. I made fun of her sometimes — of her age, her habits, the little things that now feel like precious memories. I didn’t see the countless sacrifices she made. I didn’t realize how rare it is to have someone who truly loves you without conditions. “I Was Wrong” was born out of this realization — a mix of regret, nostalgia, and hope. A song that carries the words I ...
The First Day At Iron Factory I arrived at the factory gate, drenched in sweat and rain. The air was thick with the smell of burning iron, and a huge dome loomed over the company grounds. I registered my name in the security guard’s logbook, feeling a mix of curiosity and tension. My friend's little cousin(futtor) was already waiting for me. Without much talk, he led me to his room—just 50 meters from the gate. As we walked, I couldn't ignore the constant clanking of metal and the fierce heat radiating from the furnace. Everywhere I looked, there were piles of scrap iron being melted down and transformed into massive 6-foot rectangular poles. It was clear—the factory's job was to recycle waste iron, mold it into these enormous blocks, and likely ship them out for further use. When we finally reached the room, I quickly changed my clothes and then asked in a thick accent that sounded like a mix of Bihari and something else, asked me, “Are you hungry?” I was starving. I said,...