It was a run Sara Mudhoui wants to forget.
The chase pitted her and her family against machine gun-toting looters and murderers who ruthlessly set ablaze everything in sight.
I tried to ignore the gauze wrapped around her battered finger. The normally white cloth had faded pink, indicative of days of dried blood coated in dirt.
For six and a half years, Jordan Wilson reveled in the hustle and bustle world of daily newspapers. It was the byline that first attracted him. Then the awards. Then the internships. Once all that...