A pregnant Sudanese woman is believed to have been released from prison after being convicted of apostasy, which is abandoning one's religious faith. She and her husband, a US citizen, married in a formal church ceremony in 2011.
The case sparked international outrage after her death sentence for converting from Islam to Christianity. Since the ruling emerged last month, a petition by Change.org online received more than 980,000 signatures and an Amnesty International campaign followed Ms Ibrahim's story.
Shackled in heavy chains, she faced 100 lashes plus execution by hanging for marrying the man she loved. The pregnant woman was forced to give birth in chains in the hospital wing at Omdurman Federal Women’s Prison in Sudan's capital, Khartoum.
After receiving personal threats, and menaces to members of her family, her welfare is in doubt in the volatile Muslim country. If the reports are accurate, the recent court decision comes as the culmination of weeks of campaigning and anger around the world.
The former Prime Minister Tony Blair, who urged the Sudanese government to intervene ahead of her reported release today, called the case a "brutal and sickening distortion of faith".
The US State Department said it was "deeply disturbed" by Ms Ibrahim's sentence, and Hillary Clinton described it as "abhorrent".
My own parent's opposition to my early marriage only made me more determined to marry the boy I loved.
How does that old song go? If I Were A Carpenter, track #26 on the album The Essential Johnny Cash, written by Tim Hardin.
If I were a carpenter
And you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway?
Would you have my baby?
. . . repeat ...
If a tinker was my trade
Would you still find me?
I'd be carryin' the pots you made
Followin' behind you
Save my love through loneliness
Save my love through sorrow
Am giving you my loneliness
Gimme your tomorrow
If I were a miller
And a mill wheel grindin'
I would miss my pretty dress
And my soft shoe shinin'?
If you were a miller
At a mill wheel grindin'
I'd not miss my colored blouse
And my soft shoe shinin'?
Save your love through loneliness
Save your love through sorrow
I gave you my onlyness
Gimme your tomorrow
If I worked my hands in wood
Would you still love me?
I'd answer you, "Yes I would"
And would you not be above me?
. . . repeat ...