Training a Skill for a Lifetime
One of the core objectives of our tailoring schools in the villages is teaching skills that our students can use for a lifetime to earn an income for themselves, their families, and even their community.
Sharing Hope. Nurturing Transformation.
One of the core objectives of our tailoring schools in the villages is teaching skills that our students can use for a lifetime to earn an income for themselves, their families, and even their community.
The State where we work is one of the poorest states in India, it is also home to more than 241 million people, making it the highest populated state in India. The majority of the people depend on agriculture and migrant farm work, which is often unreliable and leaves many families without jobs for months at a time.
Over the last year, 120 women graduated from our tailoring schools with life transforming skills that will enable them to provide for their families, start businesses, and lead lives of respect and dignity within their communities. With every school we start, doors are opened and hope is brought to a marginalized people.
We have had great success with the tailoring program this year! Our four schools in India teach women the treadle sewing machine and fundamental business practices over six months. A hundred and twenty women successfully graduated this year, and many have gone on to work in the cities or teach their own tailoring classes.
Today, we have four tailoring schools running in villages in northern India with more coming this year. Every six months, a class graduates, and we give the graduates a chance to be a part of our elephant project. We want to give every woman the opportunity to support themselves financially.
Each morning, before the sun touched the sky, she placed the jar on her head and made the trip from her home to the nearest well. Often, she would travel with other women from the village, but today, she was alone.
His tone changed as he said this last, growing sharper. “Don’t deny it. You’re one of them. We don’t serve your kind here. Get out!” Somwati’s lip trembled as she turned away, but she did not cry.