The Evening was regular. The smell of daal and freshly baked roti loaded the tiny, two-room household in which Anwar Masih lived along with his wife and two children. Laughter echoed as his youngest daughter, Sara, recounted a story from university. It was a simple, sacred instant of peace—an image https://thirstyforgodchurch.blogspot.com/2025/09/Help-Christians-in-Pakistan-Stand-with-the-Persecuted.html