The Night was ordinary. The scent of daal and freshly baked roti filled the tiny, two-area property wherever Anwar Masih lived with his wife and two young children. Laughter echoed as his youngest daughter, Sara, recounted a story from college. It absolutely was a simple, sacred instant of peace—a picture https://thirstyforgodchurch.blogspot.com/2025/09/Help-Christians-in-Pakistan-Stand-with-the-Persecuted.html