All Work is Honorable in God’s Eyes

Hanh glanced up at the long room, the rows of sewing machines.

The black hair of the women hidden by the uniform blue scarves they were required to wear.

The clatter of the needles, the staccato whir of the motors.

Old Tham paced the rows of bowed heads, one eye on the women and the other on the clock.

Beside each worker stood the stack of their completed work.

This week it was Bermuda shorts in festive colors.

Next week it might be khaki trousers or faded denim.

Hanh had never seen anyone wearing any of the clothes she made.

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13 thoughts on “All Work is Honorable in God’s Eyes

  1. I agree with the comments above: your last line packs a punch, which land directly in the eye of Western Nations who greedily gobble up cheap clothes.

    That Old Tham too. I would keep my eye on him. I hate to think what befalls those who slack in their work.

  2. Heart-wrenching. The steady pace of it and the matter-of-fact way in which you lay out the scene and the characters really underscore the tragedy of this all too real scenario.

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