When I was sixteen, when all my peers were in the throes of finding themselves, I was trying to hide. "Quick!" the man shouted urgently. In the dim apartment, congregants quickly scattered looking for cover: under the bed, behind the curtains, even inside the closets. Just a moment before, this room had been serene and celestial. It had now transformed into a beehive with constant movement and shuffling. I stood still, paralyzed with shock. The man spotted me, "Why are...