Bandi Sayedaan

It was around 2:30 pm. It’s a cold January morning and it has been raining hard the past night. Avoiding getting wet we stumbled across a number of dwellings with grass-thatched mud walls away from any other settlement in sight. Pint-sized children wrapped in sheets staying warm and concealed were notably deprived of normal childhood[…]



I recently traveled with my team to Jaagran, a small hamlet hidden between a ravine in the Kiran and Sharda mountains to provide basic healthcare awareness and access on hygiene prevention to the families. The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the abundance of those who have much; it is[…]


Sobayee Upper

For me school was my sanctuary a warm place where my thirst for knowledge and the encouragement of teachers who took a special interest in me got me to where I am today. The story of these children is the stark reality of families living in poverty. The basic idea of charity entails sacrifice. It[…]



When I look at pictures of myself as child, I’m always smiling. I had one of them pudding bowl haircuts and dressed in that classic 80’s double denim with my cheeky grin peeping under my shaggy fringe. What these pictures don’t show is how hungry these children are, no lunch or schoolbags, no classrooms to[…]


Monak Payan

I’ve never known what it was like to be poor, or to not be able to afford food. That was before I met Maria when I visited Monak Payan camp in Muzaffarabad. She struggles for food, water and electricity, yet her thirst is for knowledge. People never seem to care about the poor unless they[…]



Kids crowded around, grabbing my hands and hollering to each other about the gori—white person. I felt like their pet as five or six latched on to me and dragged me around while moms and grandmas looked up from peeling corn or grinding flour. Some of them smiled, but most looked exhausted, discouraged, burnt-out, and[…]