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The happiest moment of my life, the birth of my daughter, was also the scariest. I had an emergency C-section, and I had to leave my wife and newborn daughter an hour after surgery to go to Houston for a court hearing. We had no idea what was going to happen. Giving birth is scary because complications can arise afterward, and I couldn't be there. I felt like I was letting my wife down, even though she understood I had to go. If I didn't go to court, I mean, these people were going to send me to prison. To have my baby born and then go to trial the next day and see people lie, and the judge accept it. What kind of country is this? What kind of country are we delivering our kids into?

You guys were brave, but also assholes, so please back off. You know who's an asshole? Someone who sentences me and makes my sentencing last while I get sentenced in twenty-two years. That's an asshole. This is certainly fun, motherfucker. You didn't do shit, fucking bitch, fucking bald-headed bitch. Fuck you, Tourette's, man, okay.

Speaker 0: The evacuation took place. How did it go? Speaker 1: Well, I didn't know who I was or what to do. I thought the same thing would happen at my home. My employer assured me it would be okay and told me to stay calm. I asked if I could go somewhere else. He said he would help me, but then I would become dependent on someone else. I have three children and I just thought, what have I done to myself and my children? Speaker 0: I felt guilty at that moment. What did you think you had done wrong? Speaker 1: I wondered why I had come here, why I had come to Rotterdam without thinking about it or considering others. As a woman, I felt powerless. That was the moment I realized I had put my life and my children's lives at risk. I didn't know what I had gotten myself into.

My country treats me like a criminal for supporting my rightful president. Standing up for my country shouldn't make me a criminal. It feels strange to be here. I was here over 3 years ago. Translation: My country sees me as a criminal for supporting the president I believe is rightful. Being punished for standing up for my country is unfair. It's strange to be in this situation. I was here more than 3 years ago.

This situation is absurd. Why has it come to this? I shared something that he posted, yet I'm the one being arrested. It doesn't make sense that I'm in cuffs while he isn't. There seems to be anxiety caused by social media posts, but I don’t understand why I'm being targeted.

I went out with my protector who claimed to be my adopted godson and helped confiscate property from Jews. It may sound like a traumatic experience, but it didn't bother me at all, even as a child. I didn't feel any guilt.

I feel terrible after the humiliation I experienced today. Being put in leg chains for my words from 3 years ago is unimaginable. They want to silence us by targeting our speech. I need time to process and write down my thoughts before sharing with the world. This has been tough.

My mother and I were arrested and sentenced to jail for nine years under false charges. The trial was a sham, with no evidence presented against us. Despite our efforts to defend ourselves, the judge quickly made a decision and released us. My brothers have also faced similar injustice since 2003, due to the corrupt police system.

I found out I was adopted at 5. A brother contacted me recently. I went to boarding school for trying to buy alcohol. My parents loved me. I feel guilty for not doing them justice. It took me 5 days to tell my mom my dad died. She looked out the window for 2 years and never spoke. She died 2 years later.

I don't know what happened. He was saying, "Don't shoot me," but then they shot him. I didn’t hear him crying from close by. Is it true that he didn’t remember Daniel Shaborn crying that night? At that moment, I didn’t really pay attention. I did hear him saying, "Please don’t shoot," and he was crying for his life. I remember wishing my dad could be here today so we could play together.

I joined the army to make my grandma proud, but I ended up smuggling two people for quick cash. I drove to a hotel to pick them up, armed only with pepper spray and a knife. I brought snacks to avoid trouble. The sheriff gave me a pocket bible, which made me reflect on my actions. I realized I should earn money honestly and help my family the right way. My faith in God has grown, and I see this experience as a message to change my ways.

It's hard to accept that these hardworking 18-year-olds are gone. Woke up angry, screaming, until state troopers arrived looking for Saliyah Brochet's parents. Saliyah and Ryland wanted to leave, but now they'll never get the chance.

I need your help. I can't say more, but we'll hurt some people. I'm almost 21. Whose car are we taking? Translation: I need your help. I can't say more, but we'll hurt some people. I'm almost 21. Whose car are we taking?

I lay down, feeling sick and crying. A man with a razor blade threatened me, saying he would slit my throat while laughing. Another man pulled my trousers down and assaulted me, all while the first man held the blade to my throat. The third man just watched and encouraged the one with the razor to hold it there. I was terrified, believing I might be killed as I was being attacked.

My country treats me like a criminal because I support the president they stole from power. Standing up for my country shouldn't make me a criminal. It feels strange to be here, I was here over 3 years ago.

As I was running, the shooting started. I could hear someone shouting for a password. I responded by saying there was no password and told them to surrender. I then threw down my weapon and surrendered.

I went out with my protector who claimed to be my adopted godson and helped confiscate property from Jews. It may sound like a traumatizing experience, but it didn't bother me at all, even as a child. I didn't feel any guilt.

I never thought I'd be charged with sales murder. I wasn't questioned by detectives, police, or the DA, just arrested and charged. The first time I saw Kamala Harris in person was the day of the verdict. She was there at my conviction and sentencing. It felt like a celebration for her. When I share my story, people say it's the worst nightmare, like dying.

My two oldest uncles, Khader and Muhammad, were child survivors of Nakba. They were detained with 100 other people in the north and have since disappeared. It's horrifying to think about how they were stripped of their dignity and humiliated by young soldiers who showed no respect for human life or the elderly. I was shocked to learn about this. To this day, my uncles remain silent about their experiences, focusing only on surviving each day. They have witnessed unspeakable horrors.

I was pinned down by 5 officers who slapped me with a $5,500 fine. They held me in custody for nearly 2 hours. I feel disappointed and forgiving them will be difficult.

I don't remember the details of cheating or the shooting. I started remembering things clearly when facing death row, maybe a year or two later. The crime was beyond tragic, impacting not just the Kennedy family but also the public and victims. It was a nightmare for everyone involved.

I didn't think I was just going to be killed; I expected other things to happen to me as well. So, you believed you might also be raped? Yes, I did. And now you understand that this fear stems from your experience? Yes, I think so.

As a parent, I feel I failed to protect my children due to someone else's poor choices, and the guilt is unbearable. I question if I could have done more to keep them safe, but there was no way to foresee what happened. I always worked hard to provide for my kids, and I never imagined that a family fun day would be the day they never came home. She took everything and destroyed it; there is no greater loss than losing two children. My children were supposed to bury me. No punishment can undo what has been taken, but I ask the court to consider the immense pain, grief, suffering, trauma, and physical pain I will endure. My life will never be the same. Justice won't bring them back, but it will allow me to breathe easier knowing she can't hurt anyone else. Her actions finally caught up with her, and she killed my kids. She showed no remorse, laughing it off like a silly mistake.

My country treats me like a criminal for supporting my rightful president. Standing up for my country shouldn't make me a criminal. It feels strange to be here. I was here over 3 years ago. Translation: My country treats me like a criminal for supporting my rightful president. Standing up for my country shouldn't make me a criminal. It feels strange to be here. I was here over 3 years ago.

I've been in my own prison for the past seventeen years because of what Jeffrey and his coconspirators did to me. I was repeatedly raped, sometimes three times a day, and I wasn't the only girl on that island. There was a constant stream of girls being repeatedly raped. He must die in prison because I've been through hell and back for the last seventeen years. And for me, it's been 27 years. I was 10 years old when Liz Stein was being trafficked. I was 10. That's how long this sex trafficking ring has been going on.