Established in 1980 by Ansar Burney, Advocate in the Pakistani port city of Karachi; the Ansar Burney Trust was the first organization to introduce true human rights in Pakistan…
Ansar Burney Trust has a paramount and virtuous motive regarding help the powerless and unaided people. These involve men, women, and children who are defenseless and feeble; they need nothing but a hope of freedom from endless pain span. Come and be a part of this fight with us, these people need our struggle and your righteousness that can be more than like a drop of water in the desert for them. By giving a particular amount of your Zakat, you can be a part of helping hands that can pull them out from the ferocious jaws of terror and incarcerated.
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‘I had been kidnapped and knew nothing about the darkness I was thrown into. I was dragged out from a wide container where I heard about more than a hundred children screaming and calling their parents name. I was scared and devastated face it at the age of three. However, when I know my purpose of standing a million miles away from my homeland at the unknown place I was amazed. I was chosen for Child Camel Jockey race. In this race where children were made to sit on a camel for the contest, the lesser the weight, the faster camel runs. Lifesaver, Ansar Burney, who unleash what we dealt at the age of three. Our price was less than those camels. The person who took us out from a nightmare is only Ansar Burney; I have much trust in him I believe God sends him as a lifesaving hero in real life’.
‘Living a life without threats is a life itself. The reason of living life out of chaos is possible only because of Ansar Burney Trust. The torture that could pull out your lungs out of the mouth, I had forgotten the word ‘life,’ as I only remember the hell I was living in. At the age of five, some people, more like slaughterers, operate my abdomen to keep the drug packet inside. Then I had to cross the airport terminals pretending to be a part of the fake family. I was used for drugs and abused for drugs. Ansar Burney, he appeared as an angel, I felt like I got a way to live again, and would meet my family again. Now every day, when I wake up, I pray for him and his wife Shaheen Burney for giving me a new life again’.
We were at the edges of hopelessness, and none has a voice to raise for us. But since we were brought to India during a Yatra no could dare to claim our ‘Return To Home.’ It was Ansar Burney, who became our voice and made us free from the unbound but endless prison. Living in another country without family and any acknowledgment is just like a nightmare to face and fight knowing that you never wake up again. I thank Ansar Burney Trust, and I will show my gratitude to my life-saving hero since I return. He gave me what I might have lost forever. He saved be from being dead for my parent while I was still alive, begging at some street, a million miles away from my home. When I first saw my family, I just forgot everything I planned to say to them. Needless to say that we all cried, and promised never to leave again. I want every man to be Ansar Burney if they can’t be a part of his Trust that actually works.
Thirst and Hunger can change everything you know about yourself. We screamed into space, where you can feel everything but can’t make someone listen and understand you without oxygen. During the period drought in Cholistan, Mr.Ansar Burney, and his wife Mrs. Shaheen Burney they are people from Haven. Under the merciless sun and over the hedgehog surface, we saw that someone has come to meet us. For a moment, we need nothing but hope that humanity is still alive, hope that God is merciful. Mr. Ansar Burney along with Mam Shaheen Burney talk to us, they listen and felt what we have been going for a long time. If you ask us, we only know him who have personally come to us and meet us. For us he was everything for a moment, our President our Prime Minister and our Army. We felt like life is not hopeless because such people are still alive on this earth. We heartily pay our gratitude and a lot of prayers for Ansar Burney Trust.
I was nearly four years old, the only son of my parents; I hardly remember which of my foolishness pushed me to the hell of human trafficking. It was too early for me to understand people around, What they are talking about, where I’m going to be on the next trip. During all those painful years, I had 16 stitches in my stomach. Horrendous, I was numb, feeble and almost emotionless. I felt as if my fate curses me. They are heartless and have a mission to complete at any cost. If you ask me what Ansar Burney Trust did for me, it is just like someone smashed the ant on the floor and somebody listen to the scream of it. Sounds impossible? That’s how I felt. That’s how I met Ansar Burney, my hero, and my friend. My mother never forgets him in her prayers; she always tells the story of his courageous attitude for opponents. What all I have to say about him, donate to Ansar Burney Trust, which is bringing many such children out of such black holes.
I lost my parents at a very young age, not because I was kidnaped but because of a bomb blast occurred in Peshawar. I lost everything I had, including my one leg. Somehow, my uncle and aunt found me, but they did it for a purpose. My parents purchased a plot for me and my future. Not knowing the cause of their endless efforts to take me home, I thought humanity is still alive. But when I came to know the reason, I was numb, helpless and speechless. Ansar uncle is one such kind person who felt my pain, the pain of not having a right and letting people destroy your future. I made my way and possibilities to get their help. Very soon I told what I’m going through and knew that Allah will give me a hand by anyway. I had a wish to make my parents dream come true, so at least I could make their soul happy with justice and hard work. Their trust is very supportive they contacted and dealt this whole issue as if my parents were doing it for me. Though this experience left me broken and I decided not to trust anyone again, But Ansar Burney Trust is something I Trust and love fully.
It was the worst day of my life, which I had no idea just before stepping out of my home. I saw my son shivering from the high fever I call my brother to take him to the hospital which was quite far, so I thought not to take him on my bike or auto. I took my nine months old son and lay him down over my lap which was just nine months old. For a moment, the van stopped. It was complete jam pack over roads. We waited about an hour needless to say how much we begged people to give us the way it’s an emergency. I started screaming and running towards the way out, the whole road was blocked and just at the end; I checked my son’s breath and heartbeat which made my heart stop at the moment. It was all because of VIP protocol. I ask Ansar Burney Trust for such loss and believe me they were heard; they made a petition against VIP and V.V.I.P Protocol. Nothing can bring my son back, but hopefully, no one might lose their loved ones in traffic again.
I was working at a local plumbing shop as my father use to take me along with him for making me learn all those plumbing skills. However, due to his bad habit of eating Gutka, he was diagnosed with mouth cancer. Leaving me my mom and two sisters lonely forever he closed his eyes with no property for us to survive with. I was just 10 and had no idea about the child abuse at all. We were from a village where we had no such learning at very young age. I luckily got a chance to work at a shop where the owner was extraordinary kind to me. One day he started my interview and gave me some sweets. Terribly, I escaped and was shivering from, nearly with 103 temperatures. My mother called my neighbor who asked what had happened to me. My uncle was furious; he took action against it at a higher level. But it was only possible when Ansar Burney responded to it. It was the day since I started trusting that humanity is still alive.
In 1948, I was a child from a mother who was raped and sent to prison instead to justice court. After my birth, I was only five years old when she left me alone to bear the merciless jail. We were never heard and considered to remain in that dungeon forever. I spent years in jail as no one claimed to own me. I saw days and night passing the bar for about 40 years. I can’t hope more to live again, though dying there is hard too. What all I have is to wake up, see people meeting and crying for their loved ones in jail. I wish if someone could come and ask for a little boy name Akhtar. But unfortunately, it never happened. But only one day, after many years someone name Ansar Burney came to visit the jail. My life saver, who when spotted me, immediately took action for it. I could not believe that now I am out of that darkness, that now I am free. I’m always speechless when it comes to thanking, as I have never see how to pay thanks to somebody who give you the life you never thought of.