The Evening was common. The odor of daal and freshly baked roti filled the tiny, two-place household where Anwar Masih lived with his wife and two small children. Laughter echoed as his youngest daughter, Sara, recounted a Tale from faculty. It had been an easy, sacred second of peace—a picture https://thirstyforgodchurch.blogspot.com/2025/09/Help-Christians-in-Pakistan-Stand-with-the-Persecuted.html