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I had a plan to go to a Province to bring help to the people who were affected by the recent earthquakes and to also meet the people who were deported from Pakistan and Iran. 

I arrived on November 28, and the next day, I went to a village affected by earthquakes; it took one hour to get to the village. 

I saw people living in tents outside. Almost all the mud houses were demolished.

“It was around 11:30 am when something like a strong wind came, and the ground shook, collapsing the whole village—another earthquake. Only a few people survived, and I am still thinking whether I am lucky to have been among them.

I was working outside that morning and had gone home to have lunch. Just as I was about to return to work, the earthquake struck. I wanted to run outside but was trapped when a wall fell on me. My sisters tried to run, but the roof collapsed on them.

I shouted, and people came to pull me out. My sisters were all dead by the time they were pulled from under the debris. I lost consciousness, and when I woke up, I was at the hospital with bandages and an IV. That’s when I realized what had happened. “I still hear the tremors in my head,” one of the villagers said. I was released soon and returned to serving those in need.

We had food and tents to distribute.

After we shared what we had to give, the villagers invited us to have tea inside the tent; I heard shocking stories from the other men sitting next to me. 

I found the opportunity to share the good news with the villagers and prayed for them; they were so grateful for our sympathy.