How can you gift me to an ISIS commander- I am a 14 years old Yazidi girl!

This is a real story of a Yazidi girl who suffered a lot when she was just 14.

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This heart touching story is of a Yazidi girl, mere 14 years of age and name I will say “Fatima,” at present living in the Northern part of Iraqi Kurdistan. I got to know about her from my friend who knew her well. Although not much changes are made by me except for the name of the girl on her request as she don’t want to put her other relatives in danger who are still in captivity.

The day was August 3, and it was the morning time when my relatives came with the terrifying news. The news was Jihadists from the Iraq’s Islamic State and al-Sham (known popularly as ISIS) were approaching to our village. I’d expected next day with a number of household tasks in Tel Uzer where I lived with my happy family. Tel Uzer is a peaceful spot located on the Iraq’s Western Nineven plains. As against that, we came out of town untidy on foot, with some valuables as well as clothes.

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1 Destiny can be so cruel I realized when we were surrounded by militants..

After walking continuously for almost an hour towards north, we took a break to drink from a well that was located in the heart of the desert. Actually we were thinking of taking refuge on the Mt. Sinjar with over thousands of other Yazidis since we were aware of the Islamic state brutality and what cruel they had done with those who are non-Muslims. So far, they’d been either killing or converting the religious minorities. Before we could have reacted, we found ourselves surrounded with a number of vehicles with militants in the Islamic State uniforms. I saw fears in the eyes of everyone and there were people who just screamed out of fear. In my complete age of 14 years I never felt s helpless. We were surrounded from all sides, and we were just helpless.

We were divided by the militants as per age and gender: One young women and girls, another for capable and young men, and the last one for older women and men. The militants stole all jewelry and cash from the older women and men group and left them to die in the oasis. Thereafter, they stuffed the women and girls in trucks. During the way, we heard several gun fires. Quite lately, we came to know that they were killing the young men and my 19 years old brother was also among those who were shot dead. He had married just 6 months before.

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On that afternoon, we all were brought to a vacant school in Baaj. There we met a number of other Yazidi women who were also brought over there by militants. Unfortunately, their brothers, husbands and fathers were also killed by Islamic State. The Islamic State militants then entered and asked us to recite words that would enable us to become Muslims. We refused and that made them angry. They cursed us and our belief and insulted a lot.

Few days later, more Yazidi girls joined us and we were taken to the large hall in Mosul. We were required to confine to that premises for 20 days and were forced to sleep on the floor with fortunate enough to get meal once a day. Again and again we were forced to convert but we keep on refusing. Only tears and loss of our dear ones was there to accompany us.

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Destiny can be so cruel I realized when we were surrounded by militants..

Destiny can be so cruel I realized when we were surrounded by militants..

2 I and my friend were gifted to two members of Islamic State to live a life of hell..

Then a day came when they separated the married and the unmarried girls. Me and my friend Krishna were gifted to two members of the Islamic State near Baghdad. Krishna was given to Hasan, who was basically a cleric and I was gifted to dark bearded, heavy weight Ahmed around 50 years of age. From there we both friends started to live a life which we can’t even imagine.

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I was taken to a big house in Fallujah where I was again and again forced to convert but I was simply ignoring it. Several times he tried to rape me but anyhow I was managing to keep myself away. I was harshly beaten up, kicked and tortured and it was a routine. One day meal was offered to us and we both have started thinking how to end our lives.

We were offered mobile phones to talk to our relatives and it was more pain for us to talk to them as they were in more pathetic situation.

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On sixth day Hasan and Ahmed left for work in Mosul and we were in the custody of a person who left for prayers around sunset. By taking use of our mobile phones, we got in touch with Mahmood, who was a Sunni friend of the cousin of Krishna. For him it was too dangerous to come there to take us and so we took the help of kitchen knives as well as meat choppers to break the locks. We wore abayas, long black traditional dress that was there in the house and walked for 15 min until we met Mahmood.

On that night we were properly fed and give a nice place to sleep. Next morning we started to Baghdad. We again changed our clothes to look like local women with our faces covered with niqab. Mahmood managed to give us fake student Ids and this is how we managed to cross various checkpoints.

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With every checkpoint, my anxiety was getting increased and I was just praying that they don’t discover us. At one point, even Mahmood had to bribe the guards to get us away.

Finally, the time came when I was with my dad, hugging, crying and believe me it was the most memorable moment of my life. He told me that he had cried for me every day and now we should move to see my mother who is living in Khanke with my other relatives.

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Fatima pictured here was deeply in shock with wounds that although not visible may never heal.

Fatima pictured here was deeply in shock with wounds that although not visible may never heal.

3 Finally got to see my father and mother….. it was a second birth for me

I was really overwhelmed to see my mother and cried a lot. Not more I could remember as I got fainted after some time. It was my second birth.

Still there was more bad news to come. We came to know that my brother was shot dead and my beautiful sister in law is still in their captive in Mosul. Now I am trying hard to recover myself from the things. However I don’t think I will ever be able to return to my village when if it is freed by the Islamic State as the loss of my brother is too much for me.

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Now what should I do? I want to get rid of this country to live a peaceful life. I am trying to get to a place where I can start my life again, but not sure if it would be ever possible!

Finally got to see my father and mother..... it was a second birth for me

Finally got to see my father and mother….. it was a second birth for me

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