The Night was everyday. The scent of daal and freshly baked roti filled the little, two-room household where Anwar Masih lived together with his spouse and two youngsters. Laughter echoed as his youngest daughter, Sara, recounted a Tale from school. It had been an easy, sacred instant of peace—a picture https://thirstyforgodchurch.blogspot.com/2025/09/Help-Christians-in-Pakistan-Stand-with-the-Persecuted.html