“Honestly, my body is giving up. Working long hours take a toll on me these days. I’m almost 55, and living by myself. Getting home after a long day of work and realizing that there’s no food at home does not come as a surprise to me any more. Some nights, I would fall asleep in an empty stomach. Other times, I’d drop by at a hotel nearby for dinner. I’m a regular there for both breakfast and dinner. One of the kids who serve at the hotel has my order memorized by now. (Chuckles). He is a good kid; swift with his customers. My youngest son would’ve been the same age as him by now had he survived the pneumonia. Heartbreaking as it is, he didn’t. My wife passed away soon after we lost our son. My eldest son took off to live with his wife. He visits me once in awhile, every few months. But what good is that, really?
Life has been a long struggle so far. In a messy life, this machine here has been a constant. I have a lonely and disoriented life but I’ve been blessed with the ability to organize and put together fabrics that add colour to other people’s lives. Ironic, I know.
Eid is approaching. Orders will escalate soon! Before I get swamped with work, I’m planning on making a new pair of pants and shirt for the kid who serves me at the hotel. That’ll be his Eid gift! Irrespective of all my struggles, giving still feels good.”
– A Proud Maker