I am a child of Iranian parents who fled Iran to escape religious persecution. Since the revolution in 1979 we have watched from afar as religious minorities and women suffer under the extremist government. It is illegal for women show their hair or not wear the islamic hair covering in public. From when little girls begin school at 6 years old they wear school uniforms to their segregated schools to be modest and adhere to the laws. There is a morality police specifically used to harass and arrest those who do not follow these laws. They have raped, tortured and murdered thousands of women and men for not dressing to their rules, for speaking out about the injustice. Iran has the highest government sanctioned murders per capita in the whole world. I began a journey to tell their stories, shed light on their experiences and share our stories. These brave people in Iran are fighting for their freedom, risking their lives everyday. For those of us who are outside of Iran, I explore what it is like to be of an ethnic group, but not be able to visit our homeland, to be part of a culture, yet be so different from those who grow up there. It feels like a part of you is missing, yet we are all united in our belief that one day all Iranians of many different ethnicities and religious will one day be free to be in our homeland.