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WINNER OF THE NOBEL PEACE PRIZE • In this “courageous” (The Washington Post) memoir of survival, a former captive of the Islamic State tells her harrowing and ultimately inspiring story.
 
Nadia Murad was born and raised in Kocho, a small village of farmers and shepherds in northern Iraq. A member of the Yazidi community, she and her brothers and sisters lived a quiet life. Nadia had dreams of becoming a history teacher or opening her own beauty salon.
 
On August 15th, 2014, when Nadia was just twenty-one years old, this life ended. Islamic State militants massacred the people of her village, executing men who refused to convert to Islam and women too old to become sex slaves. Six of Nadia’s brothers were killed, and her mother soon after, their bodies swept into mass graves. Nadia was taken to Mosul and forced, along with thousands of other Yazidi girls, into the ISIS slave trade.
 
Nadia would be held captive by several militants and repeatedly raped and beaten. Finally, she managed a narrow escape through the streets of Mosul, finding shelter in the home of a Sunni Muslim family whose eldest son risked his life to smuggle her to safety.
 
Today, Nadia''s story—as a witness to the Islamic State''s brutality, a survivor of rape, a refugee, a Yazidi—has forced the world to pay attention to an ongoing genocide. It is a call to action, a testament to the human will to survive, and a love letter to a lost country, a fragile community, and a family torn apart by war.

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A New York Times Editors'' Choice

“This devastating memoir unflinchingly recounts Murad’s experiences and questions the complicity of witnesses who acquiesced in the suffering of others.” — The New Yorker

"Her book is sobering—and an inspiration."  —People

“A harrowing memoir. . . . Intricate in historical context. . . . The Last Girl leaves readers with urgent, incendiary questions.” — The New York Times Book Review

“Murad gives us a window on the atrocities that destroyed her family and nearly wiped out her vulnerable community. This is a courageous memoir that serves as an important step toward holding to account those who committed horrific crimes.”  —The Washington Post

“This is likely the most inspiring feminist memoir out this year.”  Bustle

“Nadia Murad''s courageous account is horrific and essential reading. . . . Anyone who wants to understand the so-called Islamic State should read The Last Girl.” — The Economist

"Fascinating."  Vulture

“Surpassingly valuable. . . . With her new book, The Last Girl, Nadia Murad has assumed the stature of an Elie Wiesel for her people. . . . As much as it is an account of the Yazidi genocide, the book is also a loving ode to a way of life that has now been all but obliterated.” — Jewish Journal

“A harrowing and brave book, a testament to human resilience.”  —The Progressive

"A devastating yet ultimately inspiring memoir that doubles as an urgent call to action.” Kirkus

“Brilliant and intense. . . . a clear-eyed account of ISIS’s cruelty.” — Publishers Weekly (starred review)

“Powerful. . . . A heartbreaking elegy to a lost community.”  Booklist

About the Author

Nadia Murad is a human rights activist and winner of the Nobel Peace Prize. She is the recipient of the Vaclav Havel Human Rights Prize and the Sakharov Prize, and is the UN’s first Goodwill Ambassador for the Dignity of Survivors of Human Trafficking. Together with Yazda, a Yazidi rights organization, she is currently working to bring the Islamic State before the International Criminal Court on charges of genocide and crimes against humanity. She is also the founder of Nadia’s Initiative, a program dedicated to helping survivors of genocide and human trafficking to heal and rebuild their communities.

Amal Clooney is a barrister practicing at Doughty Street Chambers in London who specializes in international law and human rights. She is also a Visiting Professor at Columbia Law School. Clooney is currently legal counsel to Nadia Murad and other Yazidi women who have been sexually enslaved by ISIS in Iraq and Syria, and is working to secure accountability for the crimes committed by ISIS in national and international courts.

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Chapter 1

Early in the summer of 2014, while I was busy preparing for my last year of high school, two farmers disappeared from their fields just outside Kocho, the small Yazidi village in northern Iraq where I was born and where, until recently, I thought I would live for the rest of my life. One moment the men were lounging peacefully in the shade of scratchy homemade tarps, and the next they were captive in a small room in a nearby village, home mostly to Sunni Arabs. Along with the farmers, the kidnappers took a hen and a handful of her chicks, which confused us. “Maybe they were just hungry,” we said to one another, although that did nothing to calm us down.

Kocho, for as long as I have been alive, has been a Yazidi village, settled by the nomadic farmers and shepherds who first arrived in the middle of nowhere and decided to build homes to protect their wives from the desert-like heat while they walked their sheep to better grass. They chose land that would be good for farming, but it was a risky location, on the southern edge of Iraq’s Sinjar region, where most of the country’s Yazidis live, and very close to non-Yazidi Iraq. When the first Yazidi families arrived in the mid-1950s, Kocho was inhabited by Sunni Arab farmers working for landlords in Mosul. But those Yazidi families had hired a lawyer to buy the land—the lawyer, himself a Muslim, is still considered a hero—and by the time I was born, Kocho had grown to about two hundred families, all of them Yazidi and as close as if we were one big family, which we nearly were.

The land that made us special also made us vulnerable. Yazidis have been persecuted for centuries because of our religious beliefs, and, compared to most Yazidi towns and villages, Kocho is far from Mount Sinjar, the high, narrow mountain that has sheltered us for generations. For a long time we had been pulled between the competing forces of Iraq’s Sunni Arabs and Sunni Kurds, asked to deny our Yazidi heritage and conform to Kurdish or Arab identities. Until 2013, when the road between Kocho and the mountain was finally paved, it would take us almost an hour to drive our white Datsun pickup across the dusty roads through Sinjar City to the base of the mountain. I grew up closer to Syria than to our holiest temples, closer to strangers than to safety.

A drive in the direction of the mountain was joyful. In Sinjar City we could find candy and a particular kind of lamb sandwich we didn’t have in Kocho, and my father almost always stopped to let us buy what we wanted. Our truck kicked up clouds of dust as we moved, but I still preferred to ride in the open air, lying flat in the truck bed until we were outside the village and away from our curious neighbors, then popping up to feel the wind whip through my hair and watch the blur of livestock feeding along the road. I easily got carried away, standing more and more upright in the back of the truck until my father or my eldest brother, Elias, shouted at me that if I wasn’t careful, I would go flying over the side.

In the opposite direction, away from those lamb sandwiches and the comfort of the mountain, was the rest of Iraq. In peacetime, and if he wasn’t in a hurry, it might take a Yazidi merchant fifteen minutes to drive from Kocho to the nearest Sunni village to sell his grain or milk. We had friends in those villages—girls I met at weddings, teachers who spent the term sleeping in Kocho’s school, men who were invited to hold our baby boys during their ritual circumcision—and from then on bonded to that Yazidi family as a kiriv, something like a god-parent. Muslim doctors traveled to Kocho or to Sinjar City to treat us when we were sick, and Muslim merchants drove through town selling dresses and candies, things you couldn’t find in Kocho’s few shops, which carried mostly necessities. Growing up, my brothers often traveled to non-Yazidi villages to make a little money doing odd jobs. The relationships were burdened by centuries of distrust—it was hard not to feel bad when a Muslim wedding guest refused to eat our food, no matter how politely—but still, there was genuine friendship. These connections went back generations, lasting through Ottoman control, British colonization, Saddam Hussein, and the American occupation. In Kocho, we were particularly known for our close relationships with Sunni villages.

But when there was fighting in Iraq, and there always seemed to be fighting in Iraq, those villages loomed over us, their smaller Yazidi neighbor, and old prejudice hardened easily into hatred. Often, from that hatred, came violence. For at least the past ten years, since Iraqis had been thrust into a war with the Americans that began in 2003, then spiraled into more vicious local fights and eventually into full-fledged terrorism, the distance between our homes had grown enormous. Neighboring villages began to shelter extremists who denounced Christians and non-Sunni Muslims and, even worse, who considered Yazidis to be kuffar, unbelievers worthy of killing. In 2007 a few of those extremists drove a fuel tanker and three cars into the busy centers of two Yazidi towns about ten miles northwest of Kocho, then blew up the vehicles, killing the hundreds of people who had rushed to them, many thinking they were bringing goods to sell at the market.

Yazidism is an ancient monotheistic religion, spread orally by holy men entrusted with our stories. Although it has elements in common with the many religions of the Middle East, from Mithraism and Zoroastrianism to Islam and Judaism, it is truly unique and can be difficult even for the holy men who memorize our stories to explain. I think of my religion as being an ancient tree with thousands of rings, each telling a story in the long history of Yazidis. Many of those stories, sadly, are tragedies.

Today there are only about one million Yazidis in the world. For as long as I have been alive—and, I know, for a long time before I was born—our religion has been what defined us and held us together as a community. But it also made us targets of persecution by larger groups, from the Ottomans to Saddam’s Baathists, who attacked us or tried to coerce us into pledging our loyalty to them. They degraded our religion, saying that we worshipped the devil or that we were dirty, and demanded that we renounce our faith. Yazidis survived generations of attacks that were intended to wipe us out, whether by killing us, forcing us to convert, or simply pushing us from our land and taking everything we owned. Before 2014, outside powers had tried to destroy us seventy-three times. We used to call the attacks against Yazidis firman, an Ottoman word, before we learned the word genocide.

When we heard about the ransom demands for the two farmers, the whole village went into a panic. “Forty thousand dollars,” the kidnappers told the farmers’ wives over the phone. “Or come here with your children so you can convert to Islam as families.” Otherwise, they said, the men would be killed. It wasn’t the money that made their wives collapse in tears in front of our mukhtar, or village leader, Ahmed Jasso; forty thousand dollars was an otherworldly sum, but it was just money. We all knew that the farmers would sooner die than convert, so the villagers wept in relief when, late one night, the men escaped through a broken window, ran through the barley fields, and showed up at home, alive, dust up to their knees and panting with fear. But the kidnappings didn’t stop.

Soon afterward Dishan, a man employed by my family, the Tahas, was abducted from a field near Mount Sinjar where he watched our sheep. It had taken my mother and brothers years to buy and breed our sheep, and each one was a victory. We were proud of our animals, keeping them in our courtyard when they weren’t roaming outside the village, treating them almost like pets. The annual shearing was a celebration in itself. I loved the ritual of it, the way the soft wool fell to the ground in cloudlike piles, the musky smell that took over our house, how the sheep bleated quietly, passively. I loved sleeping beneath the thick comforters my mother, Shami, would make from the wool, stuffing it between colorful pieces of fabric. Sometimes I got so attached to a lamb that I had to leave the house when it came time to slaughter it. By the time Dishan was kidnapped, we had over a hundred sheep—for us, a small fortune.

Remembering the hen and chicks that had been taken along with the farmers, my brother Saeed raced in our family’s pickup truck to the base of Mount Sinjar, about twenty minutes away now that the road was paved, to check on our sheep. “Surely, they took them,” we groaned. “Those sheep are all we have.”

Later, when Saeed called my mother, he sounded confused. “Only two were taken,” he reported—an old, slow-moving ram and a young female lamb. The rest were grazing contentedly on the brownish-green grass and would follow my brother home. We laughed, we were so relieved. But Elias, my eldest brother, was worried. “I don’t get it,” he said. “Those villagers aren’t rich. Why did they leave the sheep behind?” He thought it had to mean something.

The day after Dishan was taken, Kocho was in chaos. Villagers huddled in front of their doors, and along with men who took turns manning a new checkpoint just beyond our village walls, they watched for any unfamiliar cars coming through Kocho. Hezni, one of my brothers, came home from his job as a policeman in Sinjar City and joined the other village men who loudly argued about what to do. Dishan’s uncle wanted to get revenge and decided to lead a mission to a village east of Kocho that was headed by a conservative Sunni tribe. “We’ll take two of their shepherds,” he declared, in a rage. “Then they’ll have to give Dishan back!”

It was a risky plan, and not everyone supported Dishan’s uncle. Even my brothers, who had all inherited bravery and a quickness to fight from our father, were split on what to do. Saeed, who was only a couple of years older than me, spent a lot of his time fantasizing about the day he would finally prove his heroism. He was in favor of revenge, while Hezni, who was over a decade older and the most empathetic of us all, thought it was too dangerous. Still, Dishan’s uncle took what allies he could find and snatched two Sunni Arab shepherds, then drove them back to Kocho, where he locked them in his house and waited.

———

Most village disputes were solved by Ahmed Jasso, our practical and diplomatic mukhtar, and he sided with Hezni. “Our relationship with our Sunni neighbors is already strained,” he said. “Who knows what they will do if we try to fight with them.” Besides, he warned, the situation outside Kocho was far worse and more complicated than we imagined. A group calling itself the Islamic State, or ISIS, which had largely been born here in Iraq, then grown in Syria over the past few years, had taken over villages so close to us, we could count the black-clad figures in their trucks when they drove by. They were holding our shepherd, our mukhtar told us. “You’ll only make things worse,” Ahmed Jasso said to Dishan’s uncle, and barely half a day after the Sunni shepherds had been kidnapped, they were set free. Dishan, however, remained a captive.

Ahmed Jasso was a smart man, and the Jasso family had decades of experience negotiating with the Sunni Arab tribes. Everyone in the village turned to him with their problems, and outside Kocho they were known for being skilled diplomats. Still, some of us wondered if this time he was being too cooperative, sending the message to the terrorists that Yazidis would not protect themselves. As it was, all that stood between us and ISIS were Iraqi Kurdish fighters, called peshmerga, who had been sent from the Kurdish autonomous region to guard Kocho when Mosul fell almost two months earlier. We treated the peshmerga like honored guests. They slept on pallets in our school, and each week a different family slaughtered a lamb to feed them, a huge sacrifice for the poor villagers. I also looked up to the fighters. I had heard about female Kurds from Syria and Turkey who fought against terrorists and carried weapons, and the thought made me feel brave.

Some people, including a few of my brothers, thought we should be allowed to protect ourselves. They wanted to man the checkpoints, and Ahmed Jasso’s brother Naif tried to convince Kurdish authorities to let him form a Yazidi peshmerga unit, but he was ignored. No one offered to train the Yazidi men or encourage them to join the fight against the terrorists. The peshmerga assured us that as long as they were there, we had nothing to worry about, and that they were as determined to protect Yazidis as they were the capital of Iraqi Kurdistan. “We will sooner let Erbil fall than Sinjar,” they said. We were told to trust them, and so we did.

Still, most families in Kocho kept weapons at home—clunky Kalashnikov rifles, a big knife or two usually used to slaughter animals on holidays. Many Yazidi men, including those of my brothers who were old enough, had taken jobs in the border patrol or police force after 2003, when those jobs became available, and we felt sure that as long as the professionals watched Kocho’s borders, our men could protect their families. After all, it was those men, not the peshmerga, who built a dirt barrier with their own hands around the village after the 2007 attacks, and it was Kocho’s men who patrolled that barrier day and night for a full year, stopping cars at makeshift checkpoints and watching for strangers, until we felt safe enough to go back to a normal life.

Dishan’s kidnapping made us all panic. But the peshmerga didn’t do anything to help. Maybe they thought it was just a petty squabble between villages, not the reason Masoud Barzani, the president of the Kurdistan Regional Government, had sent them out of the safety of Kurdistan and into the unprotected areas of Iraq. Maybe they were frightened like we were. A few of the soldiers looked like they couldn’t be that much older than Saeed, my mother’s youngest son. But war changed people, especially men. It wasn’t that long ago that Saeed would play with me and our niece, Kathrine, in our courtyard, not yet old enough to know that boys were not supposed to like dolls. Lately, though, Saeed had become obsessed with the violence sweeping through Iraq and Syria. The other day I had caught him watching videos of Islamic State beheadings on his cell phone, the images shaking in his hand, and was surprised that he held up the phone so I could watch, too. When our older brother Massoud walked into the room, he was furious. “How could you let Nadia watch!” he yelled at Saeed, who cowered. He was sorry, but I understood. It was hard to turn away from the gruesome scenes unfolding so close to our home.

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This is a powerful story to understand and for civilized people to face. Rape is now a weapon commonly used systematically in war and needs to be addressed as strongly as "Weapons of Mass Destruction" I bought this book to support a person who needs to tell others what she survived. It provided many more insights than expected and I hope to support whatever organization she decides to work in.
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Reviewed in the United States on January 21, 2018
I read this thanks to the recommendation of a friend and am embarrassed I did not previously know more about the Yazidi genocide in Iraq. I would highly encourage everyone to read this honest and well-written account. In addition to the horror of enduring ISIS, the author... See more
I read this thanks to the recommendation of a friend and am embarrassed I did not previously know more about the Yazidi genocide in Iraq. I would highly encourage everyone to read this honest and well-written account. In addition to the horror of enduring ISIS, the author also shares the rich and tight-knit Yazidi culture with her reader.
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Shocking account of evil.
Reviewed in the United States on February 8, 2018
There are sunny people who say things like "There''s goodness in everyone!" and encourage us all to share in their oblivious view of humanity. When you encounter those people, tell them to get their heads out of the sand and hand them a copy of this book. The evil... See more
There are sunny people who say things like "There''s goodness in everyone!" and encourage us all to share in their oblivious view of humanity. When you encounter those people, tell them to get their heads out of the sand and hand them a copy of this book.

The evil men and women that this brave young woman encountered--they did it in the name of religion. Religious fervor and belief in a "God" seem to be the main source of evil in this world. This book expresses that truth.
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Mary Beth Weitzel
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A noble but modest young woman describes her ordeal and we learn just what ISIS is truly like. A must-read.
Reviewed in the United States on June 9, 2018
Nadia Murad is an amazing survivor. She describes in detail her life, her family, her religion and her village in great detail prior to the coming of ISIS, without being maudlin or weepy. And when ISIS comes, she details their deadly methods, their terrible... See more
Nadia Murad is an amazing survivor. She describes in detail her life, her family, her religion and her village in great detail prior to the coming of ISIS, without being maudlin or weepy. And when ISIS comes, she details their deadly methods, their terrible interpretations of the Koran, and their beastly attitudes towards women and, frankly, all non-ISIS members. The language is clear, the moments of horror are told with decorum and not sensationalized. How does one describe rape? How difficult it must have been for her to tell her story. If you want to know what it was truly like under ISIS, this is an excellent book. That she survived and is a leader seeking the return of her family, village and people to their homelands is - noble. Highly recommend this book.
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Reviewed in the United States on October 21, 2018
I heard about Yazidi genocide and tortures from News channels. But the first hand account from a survivor makes you cringe. It is not easy to talk about rape and tortures as well as the mass murder of most of the near and dear ones. Some readers pointed out, the... See more
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News channels. But the first hand account from a survivor makes you cringe. It is not easy to talk about rape and tortures as well as the mass murder of most of the near and dear ones. Some readers pointed out, the initial portion of the book, the lives, the explainations of religious believes were unnecessary and boring. But as per me, those exact things, the simplicity of life and their religious background was necessary to understand the whole scenario, else the whole point of the book will be lost.
She is an awesome fighter and survivor. Hats off to the courage to express herself after such beitality.
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Nadia is an amazing human being
Reviewed in the United States on November 14, 2017
Nadia is smart, kind, thoughtful, beautiful, generous, funny, loving, patient, joyful, good, faithful, and pure of heart. She is proud to be Yazidi, and rightfully so. And everyone, no matter their faith, who seeks to be a person of deep character and integrity will do well... See more
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Exquisitely written heroic memoir about enslavement and escape.
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Exquisitely written memoir about the horrors of ISIS. Nadia Murad paints perfect pictures with her words of her beautiful small village and her amazing family members, neighbors, and friends whose lives are ripped apart one August day by men claiming allegiance to a god who would never justify the horrendous torture, murder, rape, enslavement, and genocide that those of Iraq and Syria endured. Nadia bravely escapes her captivity no matter the cost and goes on to win the Nobel Peace Prize for her efforts to bring justice for the Yazidi people. I couldn’t put the book down. It was a page turner. Her story is so deeply moving and heroic. I was in tears multiple times while reading this book. When the religious leader of the Yazidi group said there should be no shame in forced conversion and rape and lost it. The women were so afraid to tell their stories and ashamed until that moment. And that awareness and kindness was an affirmation that there is good in the world, even after the most horrible people come and try and destroy everything. There is also a documentary about her efforts in the UN called On Her Shoulders on Prime Video for more information.
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A. B. Maurer
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Horrifying but essential reading
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on January 13, 2018
Enjoyed is probably not the right word here as this book is disturbing and horrifying and it has, and still is, actually happening. Gripping is probably the best word I can find, and educational, because although I am, like most people, aware that ISIS are evil, fanatical...See more
Enjoyed is probably not the right word here as this book is disturbing and horrifying and it has, and still is, actually happening. Gripping is probably the best word I can find, and educational, because although I am, like most people, aware that ISIS are evil, fanatical and totally deluded I just didn’t know the half of it! Thank you Nadia for speaking out against this barbaric regime ... I am so sad with what you have had to endure but I can definitely see that the world needs telling and I would implore as many people as possible to read this extremely well written narrative.
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This is not a book it is a record of man''s inhumanity to women ,it is about men lust for power sex and violence . Men perpetrating act of violence under the guise of religion. Its wrong it''s awful and this brave women story should be read loudly to every young man who...See more
This is not a book it is a record of man''s inhumanity to women ,it is about men lust for power sex and violence . Men perpetrating act of violence under the guise of religion. Its wrong it''s awful and this brave women story should be read loudly to every young man who thinks joining some army is heroic ! It is nothing to do with anything that anyone considers right or decent , it''s base brutality giving inadequate men the freedom to act their brutal sexual desires . I hope Nadia finds peace her survival and strength is humbling
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Reviewed in the United Kingdom on March 26, 2020
This was a difficult read on so many levels. I think the underlying message is clear: sexual violence and genocide perpetrated in times of war, when victims are at their most vulnerable shows humanity''s most despicable side. When a group of people decide they can do...See more
This was a difficult read on so many levels. I think the underlying message is clear: sexual violence and genocide perpetrated in times of war, when victims are at their most vulnerable shows humanity''s most despicable side. When a group of people decide they can do whatever they want with a community (in this case the Yazidi in Northern Iraq) because their religion gives them ''carte blanche'', it can make you lose hope. However, Murad courageously decided to fight back, make her community and the atrocities perpetrated against them heard and made her win the Nobel Peace Price last year. However, I don''t think the book really does them full justice as it lacks more factual background. I do walk away having learned that Iraq is a very fractious and complicated country and that women are subjugated in most of these communities and that many thousands of Yazidi women and children are still kept captive now but I would have liked to read a more structured account of the events (which the ghost writer could have provided maybe). I applaud Murad''s courage to come forward of course and she''s clearly come a long way from Kocho to stand up for victims of violence like herself.
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Yes they have terms like that. As per their book it''s "ok" to ...
Reviewed in India on December 28, 2017
Nadia living in a small Yazidi city Kocho in Iraq, youngest of a big family.She had dreams of getting education and opening her little salon to dress up brides.In 2014 her village gets surrounded by ISIS.After 2 weeks of hiding without food or clothes they finally got a...See more
Nadia living in a small Yazidi city Kocho in Iraq, youngest of a big family.She had dreams of getting education and opening her little salon to dress up brides.In 2014 her village gets surrounded by ISIS.After 2 weeks of hiding without food or clothes they finally got a warning from the ISIS to vacate.They can only stay back if they agree to covert to Islam. Having refused to betray on their own beliefs they all faced atrocious consequences. All the men in the village were killed, little boys were kept alive to later train them to join the barbarian squad.Old women were massacred including Nadia''s mother.All the young girls were taken as sex slaves, as ''Sabayyas'' (sex slaves ) also they are Kuffars (non-believers ).Yes they have terms like that.As per their book it''s "ok" to rape a slave. It is not a enjoyable read but it''s a must read.It''s an exhaustive survival memoir.Her experiences are too brutal but yet she survived to tell her story.She was one the few luckiest to be alive to tell her story.The more we get aware of what these cold blooded hounds do behind the religion veil , the more we weaken them. Several thousands of Yazidis were massacred by Saddam Hussain and now ISIS.Just because you have a different religious belief, do they deserve to get butchered ?
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