I had spent my entire life selling homemade pickles in my village, Rahim Amro. I have a lower-limb physical disability but that never came in my way. However, after the sudden death of my husband, I became the only bread earner of my extended family. My meager earnings could hardly feed my family and at that time I thought of switching to a more stable profession that does not require constant traveling.
This is when I came to know about Moriro Markaz through one of my village kids who is getting special education there. I visited the center and got to know about the facilities that they were offering. I quickly enrolled myself in stitching training. I now stitch clothes for many of my villagers at a relatively low price.