I entered the Sadarghat dockyard and stepped into another world. Inside a tiny tin-roofed workshop, flames roared and thick smoke filled the air as dockyard workers, equipped with nothing more than their bare hands and simple tools, wrestled molten metal into heavy molds without protective clothing or safety gear. The intense heat radiating from the glowing furnace was almost unbearable, leaving me drenched in sweat within minutes. Yet I was deeply moved by the resilience, skill, and unwavering determination of these hardworking men, who endure such extreme conditions every single day.
The inside of dockyard.
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