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PAKISTAN: Let’s Multiply the Love

Persecuted for being a Christian in her homeland of Pakistan, Sister Zeph reminds us of the power of love to unite across divisions.

We have to let love and care and understanding win—otherwise, we human beings will ruin our world with our own hands.

Sister Zeph | Pakistan

July 22, 2016. 10pm Pakistan time. I was having pain in my back, so my mother ordered me to rest and to not do any work. I obeyed because I knew this was her way of showing me love and care. She did not want me suffering in pain.

I was lying down, dreaming of a world where there is no hate; where everyone is smiling; where people dance in the roads with joy. A world where there is respect and equality for all.

Then, suddenly, my younger sister Rahat’s phone began to ring. She picked up, and on the other side was my youngest sister Ayesha in Islamabad.

“Did you see on TV that there has been a shooting in a shopping mall in Germany?” she said.

Rahat cried out to me. “Sister Zeph! Wake up. There has been a shooting in Germany. Check if your friends are fine.”

I stood up at once, my whole body trembling with fear, my eyes full of tears. I pulled out my mobile phone. It felt like it was taking forever to reach Facebook. I was trembling and could hardly type.

Finally, I was able to leave a note for my friend Lucia, a volunteer teacher for the girls’ school that I run in Pakistan. She let me know that she was not in Munich where the incident had happened.

I was relieved that my friend was alright, but then I began thinking of the little children, the women running here and there with fear, the young men shouting, “Please help, please help, why are you killing us?” Just moments before, these people had been thinking of colors, of life, of plans for the future.

The next day, I am sitting in my office. There is complete silence. Everyone is busy working hard, but I am busy remembering. The events in Munich have reminded me of something that happened 19 years before.

I was a little girl. All the girls in my school were looking so beautiful. We were wearing very nice clothes, and we were smiling and playing. It was one of the happiest days for us because we did not have to study. Instead, we were taking part in a cooking competition.

I made a sweet dish for the first time in my life. It was pink. I placed it in a beautiful bowl from home and decorated it with dried fruits. I was very sure that my teachers would like it very much. I was proud of myself, and I thought I was going to receive very high marks for my efforts.

Around noon, all the food was ready and displayed in the big hall. Each girl looked tense. We all wanted good marks. The teachers went into the hall and ate the food. After about an hour, we were called back into the hall. I was smiling, my heart beating fast in anticipation.

But when I entered, I saw my bowl in the corner. It hadn’t been touched! I did not understand, so I asked a friend why no one had even tasted my sweet dish.

She replied, “Because you are Christian, they will not taste it. They will give you your mark without eating it; this is what happens to the Christian girls because Christians are not holy people.”

My heart and spirit were broken. I remember wondering why, if I looked like everyone else, if my body had the same parts as everyone else, if I lived like them, spoke like them, then why why why did they believe that I am not equal to them? Tears came out of my eyes like there was a river behind them that was flooding.

Suddenly, I started shouting, asking my teacher, “Why did you do this to me?” The teacher stood up and held me by my arm. She told me to get out and then threw me out the door. I cried on the road all alone. After some time, I stood up and went home with a heavy heart.

It seemed that almost every day at school there were small things that continued to beat me down. One day, I had had enough and left that school to start my own in the courtyard of my home. I was 13 years old.

I made a big note and hung it on one of walls of my courtyard school. “No one is allowed to talk about religion as it can hurt someone. and we are here to multiply the love,” it read.

Even at that age, I knew that people hated me because of my religion, but I also knew that my religion teaches me love. It does not teach discrimination. I started to teach Muslim students. Even today, 99% of my students are Muslim. Every year we teach skills to more than 200 women, and I love them equally.

I tell my students I have my own faith and you have your own faith. I respect your religion, as we are all sisters and we have to work together for the progress and prosperity of our country. Religion is our personal matter.

Those who treated me unfairly because I am Christian did what they were taught by society; it was not their fault. It was only a few teachers who hated me for my religion, and now thousands of Muslim students love me and respect me because I did not hate those who hated me.

I know there are people in this world who face discrimination on the basis of religion, cast, and status. Killing is not the answer. We must love them more; we must help them understand by our character that they were wrong. We have to let love and care and understanding win—otherwise, we human beings will ruin our world with our own hands.

When I was a child my father would say, “Do not hate anyone if they hate you, because hate versus hate equals more hate. Hate versus love equals more love. So love even if they hate you.”

I have followed my father’s formula all my life. I have multiplied the love, so I am loved. 

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This is so heartwarming! It is wonderful to know that you transformed your painful experiences and made something so meaningful out of them. You have proven the power of love in the truest and purest sense. More love and power to you, sister :)

Dear Sister

Thank you to get time and read it , Love is the only solution of our all problems I believe it so i do it , 

Sister Zeph Founder & Chairperson ZWEEF

Winner of World Pulse Lynn Syms Global Prize 2014

Thank you for sharing. It is the small hurts that can turn into larger ones and incite violence. Or such is the beauty of the human spirit to also turn those injuries into greater good and beauty such as you have done with your students and school for all.

Dear Kathy

Thank you for your kind words, I am doing what I can do it my capacity but I need you and people like you to plant this seed of love in every heart on this earth, because all of us need love and this is an ultimate goal of human beings. we have to help each person on this earth to achieve this goal .



Sister Zeph Founder & Chairperson ZWEEF

Winner of World Pulse Lynn Syms Global Prize 2014

Beautiful, beautiful essay, my dear, as always. This story is a powerful reminder to love one another and not discriminate. I love your father's quote. I completely agree that we need to multiply love; not hate. The incident at school that you experienced is yet another reminder for us to promote love and acceptance through education. You are that powerful reminder!

My dear Lea 

I am learning equality and love from you, I have never heard anything wrong or against any one or even anything from you, you are my teacher in learning love and equality thank you for being there to listen to me and to guide me always 

Sister Zeph Founder & Chairperson ZWEEF

Winner of World Pulse Lynn Syms Global Prize 2014

Yes you are right dear Ahhdg actually  when we forgive some one we gain inner satisfaction for ourselves, this is one of the best way to be happy to make our world a heaven on earth 

Sister Zeph Founder & Chairperson ZWEEF

Winner of World Pulse Lynn Syms Global Prize 2014


This story leaves the most memorable marks on my memory, must say its made quite presentable & continues in its own flow. 

Everything is possible!

Love * Peace!

With warm regards, 

Echo Demitrez

Dear Echo Thank you for your kind words this is so sweet of you to read my blog and to comment 

Sister Zeph Founder & Chairperson ZWEEF

Winner of World Pulse Lynn Syms Global Prize 2014