Shama comes from a non-Hindu family, her family is extremely poor, and often they do not have two proper meals a day. Her sister was sick, and when she heard about prayers, she brought her to our center for prayer. God healed her sister, and it impacted the life of Shama. She was also one of the best students in our sewing group. Along with tailoring, she learned how to stitch bags, her stitching is excellent, and her finishing is skillful.
At present India is facing a massive problem of unemployment and under-employment, micro-finance is the way forward to provide jobs or self-employment to these people. The tricky part of helping the poor micro-finance is knowing and working with people we can trust. We have developed those relationships over the past decade and are looking to carry out several of these micro-loans in the coming years.
It was all so new to them. The teachers were kind and patient as they learned their letters and how to read and write them correctly. New topics like addition, multiplication and division continued to draw their interest. They learned at a phenomenal rate and their favorite question when looking at a building or the rare vehicle was always, “How does it work?”
Sria’s husband was taken to pull bricks out of the searing heat of the kiln, leaving her the grueling work of fitting hundreds of new blocks into their molds for the sun to bake dry. He tried to stay as long as he could, knowing their pay rested on how many bricks they turned out each day, but in the end, he didn’t have a choice.
The best part about owning goats was that they required very little upkeep. Each nanny could give birth to up to four in a year which they could then sell or raise for their meat. She glanced down at her emaciated form and thought how welcome goat meat would be to her family’s meager diet.
My name is Amna, and I am eight years old. Mama told me my name means ‘The One Who is Peaceful.’ She named me Amna because when I was born, I hardly made a sound. I just laid there and sucked my thumb. Mama often reminds me of my name. In fact, she never stops.
My name is Anamika, it sounds so beautiful, but in my culture it means “person without name”, I’m 10 years old and the oldest daughter in my family. I do have a very important job, to fetch the daily water for our family!