
My name is Amamira Hassan. I am 13 years old. I was born in Columbus, Ohio, and I have lived here my whole life. I…
We meet regularly, share our stories, pray for one another, encourage each other. Some have testimonies more dramatic than mine. Others have stories of quiet,…
I understood mechanisms, tools, how things functioned. What had happened in this basement violated every natural law. There was no mechanical failure that could explain…
Let me rage against the injustice. Let me feel the full weight of what it meant to be alive when others were suffering. Later, she…
I stayed kneeling beside my bed for a long time, letting that peace wash over me, barely able to comprehend what was happening. And then…
I remember my mother teaching me songs about Jesus, but warning me never ever to sing them outside our home. I grew up attending mosque…
I looked at the faces around me one more time. These were my people, my responsibility, my family in Christ. And I had led them…

My hands still shake when I think about that moment in Mecca. Not from fear anymore, not from confusion, but from overwhelming gratitude that God…
But in that moment, flying toward Mecca, I was completely blissfully unaware of what was coming. I was just a young Muslim man following his…
I repeated the prayers I knew by heart, the Arabic words flowing automatically from my lips. But something felt wrong. Not physically wrong, exactly. Something…





