In Kalsoom Baji’s eyes, there is sometimes a glimmer of hope, and other times, a shadow of longing. Life was going well, but then her husband tragically fell from the third floor and passed away. Suddenly, the full responsibility of her orphaned children fell on her shoulders, marking the beginning of her true test. Her children are bright, and she dreams of giving them an education and a promising future.

Shivering Hands, Burning Fever
Iqbal’s tears still weigh heavy on my heart.
Torn clothes, shivering hands from hunger, a burning body from fever—his tearful eyes silently questioning the state, institutions, and the society.


