Some foundations are built on funding. Ours was built on grief, prayer, and a mother’s love.
I started the Rashida Sher Foundation in the name of my mother—Rashda Nazneen—a woman who gave endlessly, even as she quietly suffered for 13 years with
Hepatitis C. Watching her fade while still pouring love into others changed me. I couldn’t save her, but I made a promise in my heart: “Her kindness will not die with her.”
It started with a water cooler. A simple act of sadaqah in her name. But that one gesture cracked open something deeper in me. I launched a small clothing business and
pledged 5% of the profits to help others. But 5% felt too small for the love I carried. That’s when I knew—I wasn’t meant to give some of my life to this. I was meant to give all of it.
So the foundation was born. And with it, a movement rooted in love, dignity, and action.
"This isn’t just a charity. It’s a healing space—for others and for me. It’s where my grief became purpose."
We work where silent struggles live:
A single mother stitching clothes by candlelight to feed her children.
A student walking to school with nothing but hope and plastic slippers.
A family breaking their fast with just tea and silence—until your ration bag arrives.
Through education sponsorship, skill training, and livelihood support, we don't just give — we empower. Especially women. Especially those no one else sees.
This is not about numbers. It’s about names, stories, and second chances. It’s about carrying my mother’s mercy into the world, one act at a time.
If you’ve ever lost someone and wanted their legacy to live on—welcome. You’re in the right place.
