Nurlan woke up on the street, with nowhere to go. He had a family, but he couldn’t go home to them. They had been apart for two years, because his wife decided he was too dangerous for her and their 4-year-old son.

Nurlan got up and walked past the mosque where he worshipped, a feeling of desperation washing over him. He had to do something differently—he couldn’t keep living like this.

A piece of paper tacked to a telephone pole caught his eye. On it was a phone number.




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