The Night was ordinary. The odor of daal and freshly baked roti loaded the tiny, two-room property where Anwar Masih lived together with his spouse and two little ones. Laughter echoed as his youngest daughter, Sara, recounted a story from university. It was an easy, sacred instant of peace—a picture https://thirstyforgodchurch.blogspot.com/2025/09/Help-Christians-in-Pakistan-Stand-with-the-Persecuted.html