My name is Robina Ayyub, and I am from Sector H-9/2, Islamabad. Today we live in tent houses, but earlier my family lived in Mehrabadi, Islamabad, in a small rented home. We are four siblings. My father works for the town committee, and my mother works in other people’s houses to support our family. My elder sister helped my mother, while my brother was able to attend a nearby government school. Because of our poor financial condition, my sister and I could not continue our education. Life was difficult, but living together under one roof still gave us a sense of security and peace.

Everything changed when a Christian girl, Rimsha Masih, was falsely accused in a blasphemy case. After that incident, the entire Christian community in Mehrabadi faced severe persecution. Our homes were attacked, and it became impossible to live there safely. Many families were forced to flee and hide in jungles, and children had to stop going to school. The government later settled persecuted families near the graveyard in Sector H-9/2, where people built tent houses to survive. Because we were tenants, our landlord forced us to leave, and we also ended up living in a tent. I often look back and wonder how suddenly and painfully our lives changed.

My brothers eventually resumed their schooling, while my father and mother continued working daily. Many times, I was left alone in our tent, which was made of tree branches and covered with cloth—offering little protection. I never imagined that such a terrible trial was waiting for me. One day, while I was alone and cleaning the tent, a Muslim boy entered. I was terrified. He assaulted me brutally, and I lost consciousness. When my mother and sister returned, they found me in a devastating condition. Our home was filled with cries and sorrow. My life felt shattered, and I felt as though everything had ended for me.

My parents reported the crime to the police, and the boy was arrested. I was taken to the hospital for treatment. This incident happened in September 2013 and left deep scars on my heart and life. My family stood by me as my greatest support, encouraging me when I had no strength to face anyone. My grandmother came to stay with me so I would not be alone. Even today, the pain remains, and people try to pressure my family to forget and compromise, but my parents continue to seek justice. I firmly believe in the justice of our Lord, who sees everything and will judge righteously.

In the midst of this darkness, God showed me His mercy and grace. The boy who harmed me remains in jail, and I trust God completely with the outcome. Recently, through the kindness of a brother in Christ, I received a sewing machine. This gift brought great comfort and hope into my life. I was told that this would help me earn a living from home so I would not have to go outside. This act of love reminded me that goodness still exists and that God uses people to heal broken lives.

I thank God for His continuous mercy and for this precious blessing, which allows me to earn with dignity and rebuild my life step by step. I am deeply grateful to everyone who helped me during this painful journey. Please keep me and my family in your prayers, that our faith may remain strong and unshaken. May the Lord bless you all.