Baltimore was the worst of all the checkpoints, the last slave port before Pennsylvania, the place where authorities were most vigilant, most suspicious, most thorough…
That people who are supposed to be powerless, can find ways to claim power. that those who are meant to remain invisible can make themselves…

My name is Omar Ibrahim and I was once an imam from Cairo, Egypt. Born into a family steeped in Islamic tradition. My father was…

My name is Mary, or at least that’s what I go by now. It’s a name I gave myself after I converted to Christianity. I…
If she’d heard the rumors, if she’d ever forgive me. I’d think about Aisha, my younger sister. Her laughter, a memory I clung to. The…
Ellen lifted the pen, holding it awkwardly in her left hand, and brought it toward the paper. Her hand trembled, not from the performance now,…
Boston would offer more safety than Philadelphia. And eventually, even Boston wouldn’t be enough, and they would have to flee again. This time across an…

Today’s testimony was shared with us by a brother from Iran, Raza Hashemi, who still battles the scars of a haunting past. Once the son…
Rather than the quick execution by firing squad that might have been expected for such serious charges, the officials announced that I would be buried…
“Yes,” Ellen whispered, her voice strained. “And then onward to Philadelphia. ” The officer’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Long journey for someone in your condition. You…
