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