Occasionally, one is graced with an invitation to learn about the harrowing reality that another has experienced, of which they have decidedly chosen to share, bearing their first person witness to injustice, trauma, and pain, with the hope of being a voice for those who lack one. The work of Marina Nemat in her riveting memoir, Prisoner of Tehran, left me astounded, and grateful to be educated on the difficulties many endured within Iran, including herself, particularly in the Evin Prison of Tehran. Only 6 years younger than Marina, I recall when the Iranian hostage crisis took place in 1979. Watching news clips on our small television of this world far away from my own, I remember feeling sadness for the ones held captive, not fully understanding
