Imagine enduring the brutal summer heat in Pakistan, where temperatures soar to 122°F (50°C), without electricity, without a fan, and forced to sleep under the open sky.
This is the reality for Manzoor and Khalida. Well, this was their reality, thanks to you!
Manzoor is a stroke survivor, physically weak and unable to work. Khalida supports the household by cleaning homes and washing dishes. Their lives have already been marked by tragedy — they’ve lost one son, and their surviving adult son now suffers from severe mental illness. Khalida carries the weight of caring for both her husband and her son on her own.
Recently, their electricity meter was disconnected due to unpaid bills. They were living in complete darkness and unbearable heat — without even the relief of a fan.
They needed just $150 to restore their meter and reclaim a basic level of comfort and safety.
Thanks to donors like you, their electricity is back on! This is just one story of the many families we are able to assist each and every day.
Small projects such as these can make a huge difference to those struggling with no hope.
Your donation — no matter the size — brings comfort and stability to those in crisis. Thank you for continuing to stand with these families.
Thank you for your ongoing support helping us to end cycles of poverty for religious minorities in Pakistan.
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