As a welfare worker in Pakistan, my heart breaks every day seeing the immense struggles faced by widows working on brick kilns. These women, who have already endured the pain of losing their husbands, now carry the crushing weight of survival on their shoulders. Their hands, worn and cracked from molding bricks, tell a story of silent resilience, but there is an ocean of sorrow behind their strength.
I stand beside them, offering support, but I know it’s never enough. The debt they labor under feels like an endless tunnel, and each day, their hope flickers in the heat and dust. Yet, despite their hardship, these women remain determined to create a future for their children a future free from the chains of this harsh reality.
Being there for them is more than just a job; it’s a mission of the heart. Every step I take with them, every small victory we achieve together, fills me with a deep sense of purpose. These women are not just survivors—they are warriors. And I am honored to walk this difficult road with them, helping to lift the weight of their burden, even if only for a moment.
