
Gaza City, Friday, August 9th, 2004. Afternoon prayers filled the Al-Omari Mosque with hundreds of worshipers, their voices rising in unison as they knelt in…
The noise next door continued, shouting, breaking glass, a woman weeping, but no one came to our door. No one knocked. No one searched our…
They spoke in low voices, but I knew what they were deciding. There was only one sentence for open apostasy. After a few minutes, the…
Jesus was real. Jesus was Lord. Jesus had saved me. And nothing, not the Taliban, not prison, not torture, not even death could change that.…
I was alone in an unknown area with no money, no resources, nowhere to hide. Jesus, I prayed desperately. You saved me from the stones.…

Damascus, 1965. A man sits in a concrete cell, barefoot, bruised, waiting to die. In 48 hours, he will hang in a public square. Thousands…
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A 19-year-old sits in a cramped apartment in Ramala. Around him, six men with hard eyes discuss logistics, weapons, shipments, safe houses, target locations. One…
His father was not yet famous, not yet feared. Shik Hassan Yusef was a religious man, a preacher, a community leader. He spoke about justice…
Maybe it was the way I prayed differently when I thought I was alone. Maybe it was something I said that raised questions. Maybe someone…
