Hamdi was born in the rugged mountains of Turkey, in a small village where shepherds led their flocks through fields of wildflowers. He grew up amidst the sounds of the earth—animals, wind, and his father’s stories about the land. It was a hard life, but it was honest. From his father, he learned the old ways of making yogurt, the thick, rich kind that filled the body and soul.
Years later, he left his village and made his way to America, where he found himself among the noise of machines and the silence of opportunities unseen. There, he found an old factory, forgotten by the world, and Hamdi, with his quiet Turkish tenacity, took it over. He made yogurt the only way he knew how, with care and with time. The yogurt grew, and so did Hamdi’s factory. He hired the people others forgot—the refugees and the hopeless—and gave them work. The factory hummed again, and in that rhythm, Hamdi found his fortune. What began in the mountains of Turkey became an empire in America.
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