A cold wave sweeps across Bangladesh. Along a railway track in Dhaka city, I encountered a family gathered around a small fire, warming themselves against the biting cold. Despite the hardships, their faces carried quiet joy. This resilience—the ability to find warmth, dignity, and hope amid adversity—is what continually captivates me and teaches me so much about the spirit of the people of Bangladesh.
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