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 ...
Hey everyone… I know it’s been almost 3 months since I posted Part 2. I’m truly sorry for the delay. Life got hectic, my own journey took wild turns, and honestly—I was afraid to return to this part of the story. But I’m back, and I’m finishing it now. Part 2 The Second Day at the Iron Factory – My Body vs. My Will I woke up the next morning at 6 AM, not because I wanted to—but because futtor shook me like an alarm clock with anger issues. “Get up, breakfast won’t cook itself!” he barked. My body? Broken. Every bone felt like it had filed a complaint against me. My arms, my legs, even my eyelids hurt. But I dragged myself up, washed my face with cold water from a rusted steel bucket, and started kneading the dough with whatever strength I had left. The chapatis came out oddly shaped, some too thick, some barely edible. But futtor didn’t care—as long as food hit the plate, he was satisfied. I cooked, served, and ate last. Typical. No Time to Heal By 8 AM, I was back on the factory...