Karna’s story is rooted in Nepal, where a visit to a mobile health clinic became part of a much larger journey in his life.

Karna lost his father at a young age and later faced the burden of debt. Those experiences left him deeply worried about his future and his family.

Through his connection with the mobile clinic, Karna began to recognize the care and support surrounding him. He came to understand more fully how deeply his family cared for him, and that realization brought him a sense of peace.

In this video, Lisa Perakatt, SCN, shares Karna’s story and reflects on her ministry in Nepal. Through relationships with people such as Karna, Sister Lisa continues to see how listening, presence, and access to care can affect people facing difficult circumstances.

She also reflects on how these encounters have shaped her own life and ministry.

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Video transcript

“He has called me to bring the Good News to the poor!” Isaiah 61:1

My name is Karan Bahadur Mizar. I am 32 years old, the youngest son of peasant parents from Septi, Gurase Gauvpalika-1, Dailekh district.

When my father died while I was still young, the weight of caring for my family fell on me. I took whatever work I could find—building and repairing roads as a small contractor—but that job didn’t last long.

Over time, my brothers separated from our joint family. I had been married for eight years, but we had no children. My mother lived with us, and sadly, she and my wife could not get along.

In search of a better future, I went to India. After nine months, I returned to Nepal because of pressure from my wife. Soon after, she became pregnant—but without telling me, she went to Surkhet and ended the pregnancy. I was deeply hurt. That pain pushed me to search again for work abroad. I borrowed money from moneylenders and went to Malaysia about seven years ago.

But my world fell apart there. My wife left me for another man, and I was crushed in spirit. Not long after, I suffered a serious injury to my leg at work. Despite many treatments, the wound refused to heal. My co-workers, seeing my suffering, collected money to send me home. My mother even sold our family property to pay for my treatment, but I still carried the heavy burden of repaying my debts.

Over the years, my leg became more and more infected. The pain grew unbearable. When I went to Pradesh Hospital in Surkhet, the doctors told me I needed an amputation—but I had no money for it.

Then came the day that changed everything. On 2082/02/24 (June 7, 2025), my mother took me to a mobile clinic in Septi, where I met Sister Lisa Perekkatt. From the moment she greeted me, I felt as if God had sent someone just for me. She examined my leg, listened patiently to my story, and somehow, half my pain seemed to disappear. She told me to see a doctor in Surkhet immediately.

The next day, I went. The doctor confirmed the urgency—the infection had reached the bone up to my knee. Without surgery, I would lose my leg entirely. The amputation was done free of cost, and the mobile clinic covered my other expenses.

During my two weeks in the hospital, my younger sister, Yasodha, never left my side. She is married with three children, and her husband works in India to support their family, but still she cared for me day and night with love and sacrifice.

I now stay with her in Surkhet, slowly healing. My wounds have closed, and I can walk with the help of crutches.

I have learned something through this pain: life is not about complaining or comparing myself to others. Even in loss, there is hope. I believe my future will be bright, and I am grateful that my suffering—both physical and emotional—has finally come to an end.

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This story is part of a series from the SCN Global Justice Committee highlighting Sisters’ ministries with people who are oppressed and marginalized and the relationships that shape their lives and ministries.