Camelia Entekhabifard; Editor in Chief of The Independent Persian

As I lay blindfolded in the back of a car, escorted by agents from the Ministry of Intelligence, I had no idea where I was going. Terrified of the unknown fate that hovered before me, I remembered how, when I was a teenager, suitors—potential husbands—would come to our house, and how their attentions meant nothing to me because I wanted a future as a professional journalist.