Resilience through integrating livelihood in rehabilitation process

The police officers, after smoking cigarettes, burned my eight-year-old son's hand and asked, "Tell us, where is your father?" My name is Samida Khatoon. I am 35 years old. My husband's name is Mohammad Naseem. I have two children, a son, and a daughter. I used to make a living by picking abarakh (a type of fruit). I live in the village of Samsihariya, post - Dhoḍākoḷā, police station - Domchanch, district - Koderma, Jharkhand. I didn't know that due to the closure of abarakh picking, we would not even have enough food to eat. We had no other source of income, and we used to feed our family with the earnings from abarakh picking. But the police intervention with abarakh has left us and my child hungry. Whenever someone got some work, the little bit of grain we received provided some relief. Otherwise, we had to go back to our parents' home to get food. My husband had no job, and because of unemployment, our children's education suffered. We were living thr

The collaborative initiative between IRCT and PVCHR brought a ray of hope and transformation to the survivors of Raup in Sonbhadra. In a gesture filled with compassion and commitment, we extended our support by providing not only goats but also nurturing the dreams of a kitchen garden. But our efforts didn't stop there. We believed in the power of a fruitful future, so we planted trees of guavas and lemons, envisioning orchards that would not only bear fruit but also symbolize resilience and growth for the survivors. Please find few testimonies as follows:   "Injustice and Brutality Faced by a Destitute Couple at the Hands of Law Enforcement" My name is Chinta, and I am 35 years old. My husband's name is Musafir. We belong to the Jati community and make a living through manual labor. Our home is in Gram-Raup Ghasiya Basti, Sahijan Post, in the Tehsil of Robertsaganj. On June 8, 2022, a Thursday at 10 AM, my husband was working on building a mud wall at our residen